FrostThe whole ride out to the Mansion, Michelle gave off a weird vibe. Before, she'd been practically cuddled up to my side on the bench seat. Now, she was pressed against the passenger’s side door, staring out the window like she was watching for thunderstorms on the horizon.
Maybe it was because we were headed back, and the time had come for us to put the plan into motion? Or had something else happened? I didn't know, but it was a little disconcerting.
“You okay?” I asked finally as we drew closer.
“Why wouldn't I be? I'm about to try and break my friend out of a brothel with some guy I hardly know, and just a stupid plan to go on. I'm doing great!”
“Woah!” I said, making a face. “Okay. Didn't expect that.”
“Well, you should have! This plan isn't going to work, or something bad's
