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deal with— two Stones dealing with drug issues.
    “Just take her down to the station,” Roger says. “We’ll deal with her—”
    “No,” I interrupt. “If she can calm down, I’ll find a way to help her.”
    “You sure?” Maddie asks, resting her hand on my shoulder. “You don’t owe her anything.”
    “I don’t, but…I don’t know. Lex, aside from kicking everybody’s asses, what do you need?”
    She’s back to crying. “I don’t know what to do, Olivia. I’m sorry. I’m fine. I’ll be cool. I’m just so…lost right now. My mom. My home.”
    I’m not sure if she’s being genuine or if she’s faking her own pity party, but what option do I have? I can’t just ditch her.
    I take a deep breath hoping I don’t regret my words as quickly as I say them. “She can come with us. I’ll get ahold of Devon.” I turn to Lex. “But these guys,” I point to both guards, “will be waiting for my call. You pull any crap with me, and that’s it. No more help.”
    She nods in agreement, and Roger opens the gate. Maddie gets in her car and pulls forward while I walk through and approach Lex. The moment the handcuffs are removed, she throws her arms around me in a shaky hug. “Thank you, Olivia. You’re the only friend I have.”

Maddie drives while I try to reach Devon, and Lex stretches across the backseat, in a daze.
    “Where’s your stuff, Lex?” I ask. Devon’s phone keeps going to voicemail. I hang up and turn towards the backseat.
    “In my pocket,” she mutters. Then she reaches into her shorts pocket and pulls out a little bag of white powder. She clutches it in her fist like it’s her lucky gold coin.
    I shake my head. Why the hell did I get deeper into this mess? First Devon, now Lex. What am I, the intervention queen?
    “That’s not what I meant. Your clothes, your belongings. Where are they?”
    “I was locked out of my apartment. It’s all back there. When I went home last night, I tried to break the door, but then the stupid whore of an apartment manager called the cops, and I had to run. I stopped a trucker on his way down the highway, and he said he could get me down here in exchange for…” She stops to watch out the window again, this time looking off at the coast.
    Oh god, please don’t tell me she prostituted herself out just to come to L.A.
    Maddie glances over at me with a worried look on her face. What are we going to do with her?
    Finally, Lex speaks again. “He said he could get me down here in exchange for a line of coke.”
    For a second I feel relieved, but that just means a doped-up trucker drove her here. They could’ve been killed. At least a blowjob would’ve been less…dangerous to all of society? I have no idea how to take this. I’m in way over my head.
    “Lex, don’t you think that was dangerous?”
    She starts laughing—cackling, in fact. “Oh, Livi, are you some sort of goody goody or something? That’s fucking precious.”
    And now we’ve moved on to insults.
    “Maddie, we could just drop her off on the side of the road. She seems to like the beach. She can probably find a bridge to sleep under.”
    Maddie starts to slow the car to emphasize my threat.
    “Okay, okay.” Lex sits up in the backseat and reaches forward embracing me from behind. “I’m sorry, again. You’re just, really nice. It’s weird.”
    “Maybe you’ve been hanging around the wrong people.”
    “My mom always said that too.”
    Before I can address this strange confession, my phone starts ringing. There’s Devon.
    “Olivia, what’s wrong?”
    “Nothing’s wrong. What makes you think that?”
    “Because you’ve called me six times in the last ten minutes.”
    Oh right. I guess, with everything that’s happened recently, that would look bad. “Sorry. Nothing’s wrong. Well, not exactly. I’m with Maddie. We were leaving the mansion, and…and we ran into Lex.”
    “This is a practical joke right? Not funny.”
    “Nope, not funny at all. She’s