Lindsey Meadows stood at the edge of the parking lot, her pink bathrobe flapping in the wind, her dyed-blonde hair a wet mop on her head. She looked less like a predator and more like a furious, wet cat. Behind her, Dwayne’s truck’s headlights blazed.
Through the rain-streaked window, Alexis watched Lindsey Meadows shrink into a furious, pink speck. The bus pulled out of the station, past the strip malls and the pawn shops, toward the dark, open highway. Lindsey Meadows stood at the edge of the
The runaway was over. The living was about to begin. The living was about to begin
The rain was a thin, cold curtain over the Greyhound station. Alexis Love clutched the strap of her duffel bag, her knuckles white. Beside her, Veronique Vega adjusted the brim of her stolen baseball cap, scanning the flickering neon signs of the all-night diner across the street. Needs help with horses. Room
“Found a guy,” Kis said, her voice a low rasp. “Works at a ranch. Needs help with horses. Room, board, cash under the table.”