“I don’t think that thing works,” Parker says.
“We’re gonna find out. Go wait in the car. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“What are you gonna do?” Finn asks.
“Just go!” Briggs yells.
Finn and Parker walk off, but I remain behind.
“Ella, get in the car,” Briggs says, walking around the guy.
“No. I want to know what you’re going to do.”
He glances back at the trees beside the road. “I need to pull him off the road in case someone drives by.”
“I’ll help.”
“No! Get back in the car!”
“Have you not yet figured out I don’t take orders from you?”
He sighs. “Then grab his jacket. I’ll get his legs.”
I lean down to the guy.
“Wait!” Briggs pushes me back. “We can’t touch him. It’ll leave behind evidence.” He yanks his shirt off and uses it to cover his hands. “Hurry up.”
“What? You think I’m taking my shirt off?”
“You got something else to cover your hands?”
“Why do I care if I touch him? I’m helping him. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Trust me, you don’t want your prints all over this guy. Now either take off your shirt or get out of here and I’ll do it myself.”
I hesitate, then decide to just do it. The guy will be hurt even worse if he’s dragged over the road. I take off my shirt, keeping my eyes on the guy and not Briggs. He better not be looking at me, but if he is, it’s not a big deal. I’m wearing a sports bra, not something sexy.
“Grab his jacket by the shoulders,” Briggs instructs. “I’ll take his legs.” We lower down and take hold of the guy. “Ready?”
“Yeah.”
“Count of three. One, two, three.” We lift the guy off the road, and Briggs slowly backs up toward the trees. “Okay, set him down. Slowly.”
The guy is heavy, making it hard not to drop him. My arms are shaking as I lower him to the ground.
“Okay, let’s go.” Briggs balls up his shirt in his hand and walks back to the SUV.
I quickly put my shirt on and hurry behind him.
“What’d you do?” Parker asks Briggs as we get in the back seat.
“Moved him off the road.”
“What happened to your shirt?”
“I didn’t want to touch him with my hands.” Briggs points to my shirt. “Get rid of that when we get back.” He looks up front. “Finn, get going. Hurry up.”
“Hold on.” Finn’s looking at his phone.
