“Yeah?”“See ya,” I said, turning to leave.Her groan made me smile.“Daaaad! That’s so, like, lame!”The day was brighter as I greeted the ...itter chill of winter.SIA GRINNED TO HERSELF. Dad hadn’t used that line in, like, forever. It reminded her of him dropping her off at school years ago.Her attention turned to Facebook. She updated her page with the good news that she’d have a whole week off school to recover, even though she felt fine. She was briefly tempted to change her status to in a. His shop is about seventy-five miles from here, and everyone whose anyone in LA drives out, or is towed out, to have him work on their cars. If he doesn't know you already, you might be able to get an appointment in two or three months." I don't have two or three months," I replied. I didn't mention that, according to the Map, Sally only had ten more days before she had to return, or potentially be lost here forever."Well..." came the reply. "I might be able to make a call. Would there be any. Either way that bitch dies tonight. Tomorrow Bean, you and Pug will take Blanchard's car down to St. Louis and dump it somewhere." How ya gonna do her widout them come lookin for us?" Sounded like Porky."We got a guy, a nurse, on night shift at the hospital. He's gonna pay her a little visit around three o'clock in the morning and give her a shot of insulin. Nobody will notice because she is already in a coma. She'll be dead before morning and it will look like she died from her injuries."The. ”“Do I really need to know this?” I asked.“He used to look out of the window when we were doing it,” she continued “Oh look there’s the number 87 bus, ‘he would say, It was his idea of a joke, but I closed my eyes and imagined it was Tommy Granby, Mrs Arkwrights gardener that was fucking me.”“Too much information,” I explained.“Well you told me to drop my knickers and I didn’t ask you to ask me did I?” she replied.“No, I suppose not,” I sighed.“I don’t think it would help much anyway,” she.