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Chimes pierce the air as all four Weston students flip coins over the edge of the bridge and into the water below.
Pay to pass.
An offering to the girl still locked in the car at the bottom of the river.
Legend has it, she was from Shelburne Falls too. The only other female we traded.
And Weston never gave her back. That’s why we don’t trade women anymore.
Until me. Until tonight.
They push me into an old pickup truck, Farrow driving in the front with me sandwiched between the two girls in the back. He starts the engine, and we speed off, away from the docks and the warehouses, and I try to smile behind my tape. Two weeks, on my own, doingmything, and not at the beck and call of anyone else.
When my dad or Kade look for me, I won’t be there for once.
My phone dings with a notification, and I reach into my pocket, struggling with my cuffed hands to pull it out.
Swiping open the screen, I see a text from Hunter. My heart skips a beat.
That…was a mistake.
Dylan
I study the words.
What is he talking about?
Is he…
Is he here? I dart my gaze around the inside of the car, scanning one face after another, and then I look out the windows, tossing glances over both shoulders.
But I don’t see Hunter inside the truck, and there aren’t any cars following us.
How did he see the exchange?
I draw in air through my nose, hovering my thumb over my screen for a moment before I type.
But instead of askingCan I see you?like I’ve asked before, I textWhere are you?
Where the hell is he? Why is he texting me now? After all this time?
TheReadreceipt appears, but he doesn’t reply.
Of course. I have half a mind to block his number. He doesn’t get to show up tonight. Now that I’m leaving.
Was Beck lying? WasHunter in one of the St. Matthew’s cars, watching the whole time?
“We haven’t gotten a girl in the prisoner exchange in…” the guy in the passenger’s seat muses, checking with Farrow. “In how long?”
“You know how long,” Farrow Kelly replies, gripping the steering wheel with one hand and digging in his back pocket with the other.
He pulls out his phone, which I can hear buzzing.
The other one smiles back at me. “Oh, yeah,” he coos. “That.”
That.
The only other Pirate girl to get traded who, legend has it, died here.
