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West is right behind me, reading over my shoulder. “Shit. I was hoping they were lying about that. Find out where Krish is. ”
The minute we have to wait feels like a lifetime.
In West’s room w/ cops & dog.
“Did you have anything there for them to find?” I ask West in a whisper.
“No. I haven’t sold all semester, you know that. ”
Author: Robin York
“So there’s nothing to worry about. ”
The look he gives me is almost pitying. “I wish that was how it worked. Ask if she can call you. We shouldn’t be texting this shit. ”
Bridget says, There’s a cop watching me. Didn’t want me 2 answer phone.
A pause.
She tried 2 take it, but I asked if I was arrested, she said no, so I kept it. But text is better.
“Surprised she thought of that,” West says.
“She watches a lot of crime TV. ”
After a few seconds, another text. They’re in Krish’s room.
West has his hand at my waist. He’s right behind me, right with me.
I don’t think I could stand it if he left.
They found something.
“Fucking hell,” he says. “That little wanker. I told him. I told him. ”
“Told him what?”
“Not to keep weed in the apartment. Ever. Under any circumstances. But he’s a lazy little fuck, and he doesn’t think. God damn it. ”
He takes the phone from my hand and starts typing with his thumbs.
“What are you saying?”
“Shh. I’m going to call her. I’m just telling her to listen to what I say when she picks up. She doesn’t have to talk. ”
He must get Bridget’s okay, because after a second he taps a few times, puts my phone to his ear, and waits.
“Bridge, listen, I need you to do something for me. I need you to just do it, if you want to help Krish, and I know you do. In a few minutes it’s going to be too late, so this is the deal. I need you to barge in that bedroom and get right up in the middle of everything and tell the police the weed belongs to me. Act like you’re Krish’s girlfriend, like he’s being noble trying to take the blame and you hate me, you want me to go down for trying to pin it on him. Say whatever you have to. You might have to go to the station for questioning, but just keep acting like you don’t know shit—which you don’t—and keep saying that weed belongs to me. You’ll be fine, and so will Krish. They don’t want him. They want me. And if he gives you a hard time about it, you find a way to tell him, ‘West says to do this. He insists. ’ You hear me?”
West glances at me, then looks up at the ceiling. “And after it’s all done and you get released, I want you to find Caroline and take care of her for me. Take good care of her. I know you can’t talk right now, but you promise me just the same. She’s gonna need you. ”
A booming knock at the bakery door makes me jump. “Mr. Leavitt!”
They’re pronouncing his name wrong. Leave-it rather than lev-it.
For no reason at all, that’s the thing that makes me cry.
“Thanks, Bridge,” West says, and disconnects the call.
