Alice lowered the window as she rolled to a stop. “Where are you headed?”
The girl couldn’t have been more than sixteen, rail-thin like a junkie or runaway, clearly dirty, hollow-eyed. “Anywhere. West?”
“I’m headed to Vegas…”
“Vegas works.”
“Hop in.” The door lock clacked loudly; the girl wasted no time slipping into the car. “I’m driving overnight. That ok?”
“Your car.” The girl stared ahead as the car pulled back onto the road. “Got no money for gas. But I’m no junkie, my blood’s good. Just don’t take too much.”
Alice grinned. “I think this will work out nicely.”
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