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Kenji blinks. His surprise dissolves into an enormous grin.
“Well, shit, Kent, why didn’t you say so sooner?”
“Watch your mouth around my brother.”
James rolls his eyes. “I hear worse stuff than that every
day. Even Benny uses bad words.”
“Benny?” Adam’s eyebrows stumble up his forehead.
“Yup.”
“What does she—” He stops. Changes his mind. “That
doesn’t mean it’s okay for you to keep hearing it.”
“I’m almost eleven!”
“Hey, little man,” Kenji interrupts. “It’s okay. It’s my fault. I
should be more careful. Besides, there are ladies present.”
Kenji winks at me.
I look away. Look around.
It’s difficult for me to leave this humble home, so I can
only imagine what Adam must be experiencing right now. I
think James is too excited about the dangerous road ahead
of us to realize what’s happening. To truly understand that
he’ll never be coming back here.
We’re all fugitives running for our lives.
“So, what—you stole a car?” Kenji asks.
“A tank.”
Kenji barks out a laugh. “NICE.”
“It’s a little conspicuous for daytime, though.”
“What’s conspicuous mean?” James asks.
“It’s a little too . . . noticeable.” Adam cringes.
“SHIT.” Kenji stumbles up to his feet.
“I told you to watch your mouth—”
“Do you hear that?”
“Hear what—?”
Kenji’s eyes are darting in every direction. “Is there
another way out of here?”
Adam is up. “JAMES—”
James runs to his brother’s side. Adam checks his gun. I’m
slinging bags over my back, Adam is doing the same, his
attention diverted by the front door.