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"That poor fucking girl," the guy standing directly in front of me whispers.

These fuckwads are so stoned they don't even know I'm overhearing this shit.

"What do you think will happen to her?"

They all jerk their heads in my direction, the one holding the pipe sliding it behind his back as if a plume of rancid smoke isn't surrounding them.

"Nothing good," Idiot One answers. "Nothing good."

"Can we go home?" I ask. "I'm ready for a fucking beer."

"We'll catch up," the one with the hidden pipe says, using his free hand to shoo me away.

I turn my back on them and walk back toward the truck.

I know I have to smell like damp earth and sweat, but I don't give a shit how much mud I track into the vehicle. When they come walking up, they climb inside, unconcerned about the debris and mud on their clothes as well.

"How about some lunch?" the one in the passenger seat asks as we get on the road.

"The Garage would be perfect," the one beside me in the back seat says.

"No," I growl. "Back to the fucking wrecking yard."

I meet the driver's eyes in the rearview mirror.

"It's fucking macaroni salad day," I growl. "I don't want to fucking miss it."

"Oh, yeah," the passenger says. "I forgot."

"I hate that shit. My mom made it all the time when I was growing up," the one beside me says. "A cheeseburger sounds better."

The driver holds my eyes as if he can't decide who he wants to piss off.

"You really think it's a good idea to go to The Garage right now?" I ask.

He blinks, decision made.

Chapter 35

Zayne

"I didn't get an assignment," I tell Bobby when the last of the guys walks out.

Bobby looks up from his computer, eyes landing on me.

There's no surprise in them. I'm exactly where he expects me to be.

"Close that door," he says, his tone no different from any other time he has spoken to me.

I walk in that direction, mind and body in battle yet again as I reach the door.

My head says everything is fine. We haven't been busted. Scott didn't open his fucking mouth about what he saw.

My body, on the other hand, fights me, urges me to haul ass out of this office and pray I can make it back to the cabin and shoot off a text to Casper so at least they can recover my body.

Experience tells me that this isn't the tight spot I'm trying to convince myself it is.

Remembering the terrified look on Sable's face when I walked her as far as men are allowed to go last night makes my decision for me.