"Molly... I need your help..."
"Are you in jail?!"
"It's a long story... but you would have done the same..."
Her sigh seemed annoyed, and I heard Adam in the background, inquiring what had happened. It felt like Molly could sense the drugs in my demeanor, because when she finally spoke, her tone was too serious. "You should call Gabe. He's in a better position to help right now."
"Can you call him for me? Please? I just..."
"Vy... you need to do it." I didn't like it when she was firm with me. "You know I normally would, but nows not a great time."
"Fine, whatever. Maybe see you tonight, maybe not," I snapped, about to hang up.
Then I heard her pathetic sniffle. "Please don't do this right now."
"Sorry. It's not you. I'll call him."
The deputy was nice enough to allow me a second phone call (we bonded over being Mexican, so that earned me a few points), and my shaky fingers dialed Gabe's cell. My heart pounded so loudly I almost didn't hear him answer.
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