13. I Can’t Argue With That
Mina
Billy drummed his fingers nervously on the steering wheel for the first few turns down the hill and back into town, keeping perfect rhythm as always.
“I can’t—”
“I know,” I stopped him when he tried to apologize.
“You know I love doing this for you guys—”
“I know.”
“But I really can’t afford to get in any more trouble—”
“I know.”
“And if those police dogs get a whiff of my van—”
“I know,” I repeated. “It’s okay. It’s not going to do any good, anyway, going out there again now.”
Ben looked like I’d confirmed his worst fears.
“So whose place am I taking you to?” Billy sighed.
The sensible answer would have been, “Both.”
The sooner I got home, the less worry I’d have to diffuse about how big a spectacle I might be making of myself in front of th
