Yet I am. “Don’t lose sleep over not figuring me out immediately, most people underestimate me. So here’s the thing, I need you to arrest me.”
He actually twitches and I smile. That nice deadly one he just referenced.
“Not now. Later tonight. At a bar maybe. I have some lose ends I’ll need to tie up first. And it can’t be you. They know you’re a narc. We’ll have to make it all seem legit. Have it happen at a place where people would believe I am selling. And in case you’re wondering I’m not carrying now.”
The narc looks away from me as he leans forward to rest his arms on his knees. He watches his daughters intently and for that I respect him.
“I have to say, this is a first. The dealer asking to be caught. Forgive me if I don’t trust you.”
“Fair enough.” I slouch and kick my legs out. “I’m seventeen and if I don’t get out now, I’m screwed.”
“Then quit. You don’t need me to do that.”
“Seriously? A narc that doesn’t want an arrest?”
“I’m smelling setup.”
I roll my eyes. Who would have thought this would have been so complicated? I’m going to have to sell him on this and sell him big. “I’m Mozart’s daughter.”
Snapped head in my direction.
“See why I can’t just walk away now?”
I can see the thoughts turning in his brain like a hamster in a wheel. “If I arrest you, you’ll go to jail.”
“Juvie,” I correct. “I’m not stupid enough to carry enough to cause real problems for me, just enough to cause the problems I need. But I have some requests that are really demands. I can’t be given bail. I’ve got to stay in and then go straight to juvie.”
“You know how much to carry to get arrested, but not to cause you problems?”
“Arrests and possible punishment—occupational hazards. Always felt it was best to be informed. Like the more you know?”
He does that slow blink that most sane people always do with me. Pity I’m chatting with him so I can be arrested. Otherwise, I’d find this conversation a lot more amusing.
“If you’re serious, there are people who would love to talk with you. Give you protection in return for a sliver of the knowledge in your head.”
“No. I want out. I’ve got enough problems without skipping down the snitch road.”
“I promise protection. Just—”
“I’m seventeen,” I repeat and drop the cold, numb mask I mastered and permit him into the desperation ripping through me. “Pretend I’m one of your daughters out there racing up and down the slide. I’m asking for a way out. For a chance to live a normal life. Just for a few seconds, pretend I’m one of them.”
He’s wavering and he’s fighting to keep his emotions in check and explore the opportunity for his job.
“Please don’t use me. If you got into this to serve and protect, then protect me.”
“Daddy!” One of his little girls calls from the top of the playground. “I want to fly. Come catch me.”
I used to fly and my daddy used to catch me. Right now, I need this guy to catch me, too.
He looks at me, I look at him, he opens his mouth and he answers.
Logan
Abby opens the front door and immediately grabs the bag from my hands. “You got queso, right?”
“And tacos.”
“Wait right here. We need plates.” Abby called this afternoon and demanded dinner. Four tacos for her, queso with chips, brownies with frosting, told me to order for me, and to tip well.
I close the front door behind me and nod at Nate. “What are you doing here?”
“Peggy’s’s sick so I’m filling in.” Nate surveys me like he has something to say and when he inhales like he’s going to speak, Abby reappears.
“We’re eating upstairs,” she says and then jots up.
I’m still standing there holding drinks and Nate watches.
“What?” I ask.
He sighs. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
She’s leaving. Nate knows it and the punch is right to the gut. Denny got the IDs faster than he thought he would. I run up the stairs after Abby and as soon as I’m in, I slam the drinks on her dresser. “I thought you said your new IDs would take a few days.”
Abby squints at me like I’m speaking gibberish. “They will.”
“Then what’s Nate upset about?”
Abby rolls her eyes. “Really? For real? Can one of the guys in my life not be all emotional? I swear. Next you guys