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theoddswan |
Leave “Red String of Fate” in my askbox and I’ll generate a number from 1-77 to see what is in our muse’s destinies
49. Our muses are destined to be partners in crime, running from the law and trusting no one but each other.
“You go ahead and make a beeline for the car, I’ll take the alley.”
There was no denying that they were surrounded, but Neal trusted Emma to follow the plan they’d come up with and maybe, just maybe, they would get out of this situation unscathed. They’d pulled quite a few scams in the neighborhood, and it was about high time they left. One last job, that’s what they had agreed on, and it was a big job, at that. The choice of job wasn’t surprising, either; they had made plans to go to Tallahassee, but in order to settle down, they needed a proper amount of money. And just as they were on a roll, someone called the cops on them. Figures.
Watching Emma do as he said, Neal pressed his back against the wall, taking a few deep breaths as he attempted to gather his thoughts and form a plan. There were cops to the right of him, and a few further down the street, but he knew of an alley nearby that he knew was clear—-and he counted on Emma to get to the bug in time to drive it up there so they could make a run for it.
If he had been all by himself he surely wouldn’t have made it. But that’s what partners are for, right? He was a mischievous crook of a man, and Emma was his thieving savior.
