Chapter 6
I squinted down at the text again. From the driver's seat, Jake said, "Read it out loud."
Nervously, I glanced toward the back seat, where Trey was still tapping on his computer.
"Trey!" Jake said.
The guy didn't even flinch. Either he was used to Jake barking out his name, or those headphones were a lot nicer than anythingIhad ever used. Maybe it was a little of both.
Jake turned his attention back to me. "Scroll up," he said. "There's more than what I showed you."
Reluctantly, I returned my gaze to the phone. I scrolled upward. Starting with the earliest text, I began to read, translating the text shortcuts to actual words. "Looking for a girl from your old neighborhood."
I scrolled down. "And you ask, 'Who?' And they say—" At the next words, heat flooded my face, and I stopped reading.
What?" Jake said. "You don't wanna read it?"
As if he didn't know. I looked down, reading the words again in my head.Jenna Moon. Or whatever she's going by. Chick changes her name like once a month.
"Oh shut up," I said, looking over at Jake. "So they're obviously looking for me. But who is it?"
"You tell me," Jake said.
"Hey, it'syourphone."
His jaw tightened. "I want to hear it from you."
"Oh come on," I said. "How wouldIknow?"
Jake gave me a dubious look.
Okay, so I had a few guesses. But none I'd bet my life on. "Honestly," I said. "I really don't know."
"Then keep reading," he said.
I looked down. "Okay, soyouask, 'Why?', and they say—" My stomach clenched. "—to settle a score." I looked up. "What doesthatmean?"
He flicked his gaze to the phone. "Go on."
Again, I scrolled down. "So you ask, 'What score?' And they say, 'She stole something. I need to get it back. ASAP." I looked toward Jake. "But that's a total lie."
"Yeah?"
"Definitely," I said. "I didn't steal anything."
"Uh-huh."
"I didn't," I insisted. "I'm no thief."
He leaned back in seat. "Now that's funny."
"Funny how?"
At the next stoplight, Jake turned to give me a long look. "You stole fromme."
At this, I felt my face grow uncomfortably warm. I knew exactly what he meant. "Your motorcycle?" I said. "That doesn’t count, and you know it."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
