17
Quincey
They were laughing.
I was dumbfounded.
How could they be laughing at a moment like this? That wasn’t rational.
I turned to Ricci. “Have I made a mistake? I have, haven’t I? Oh my God. What are we doing? How do we get out of this?”
Ricci shared a look with Nate’s sister before moving toward me and curling an arm around me. “Okay. Normally, I wouldn’t recommend you have a drink, but I think tonight is an exception. And you heard Nate. Why don’t we hand your phone over right now? That way, you don’t even know when your father starts calling.”
Oh God. “He’s going to send police here. He’s going to say we’ve been kidnapped or something like that.”
“We’ll hold off on the booze until the cops leave then.”
I was almost swaying on my feet.
The police.
We were here.
Were we?
