Chapter 26

“So, what do you have in the bank?” he asked me.

None of your business, I wanted to tell him, but he wasn’t being nosy. He was trying to balance our budget. I was embarrassed to tell him, “Nothing.”

“Nothing? As in, not one dollar? Come on, Fox. I’m glad to share the car—way better than driving home alone—but you’ve gotta help me out. I don’t have enough to get home on my own.”

“Look,” I said, eyes fixed on the road as the sporty little convertible gobbled it up, “I don’t want to talk about this, okay? This isn’t some sob story, it’s just…” Deep breath. “Jeremy took it.”

“What?”

“We had a joint checking account, and Jeremy took all our money out of it. In Caracas. As in, before any of this happened. Before he got busted, before World Wind went under.”

“So…”

“So, he was dumping me on my ass whether I came on this trip or not. Whether I found out about you or not. Believe this or not,” I grumbled, “but you’re not even my biggest problem.”