Chapter 19

Just then Tristan came in, his face a funny color. “Uh, I don’t know how to tell you this, Gunkle, but there’s a police car out front and both the Mercedes and your car are gone.”

“Am I supposed to pick up Damon in a police car? Do you have a bicycle built for two?” I blurted these out in shock. “Do you think we could get Mom to steal a limo next? Do you have any more valium?”

“Well,” answered Tristan looking relieved, like he really believed my light-hearted answer was sincere. “They’re actually Grandma’s but, yes, they’re right here in my pocket. There’s a full bottle of them”

“Should we let the cops know their vehicle is here?” I asked, dropping my face into my hands and trying to rub reality away.

“Oh hell no, they can find out for themselves. Or I could drive it back to…”

“No, Tristan.”