CHAPTER 14
LIKE IN BAYSVILLE, I didn’t live in the best area, and as Emmy jogged past a vagrant sleeping in the stairwell, I wanted to sink into the floor. What must she think of me? She didn’t give any clues as she hustled to her Corvette, which she’d parked in a tow-away zone. Oh, crap. Two men were hanging around next to it, wearing the light blue do-rags Sylvia told me signified membership of a local gang. Was my week going to get even worse?
Emmy paused, fishing through her purse until she came up with her car keys.
“What about those guys?” I hissed.
They wore their pants hanging low, almost at mid-thigh. Maybe if we ran away, they’d trip over them?
“Tyrone’s watching the car for me.”
She walked up to the larger man and bumped fists with him before climbing into the driver’s sea
