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been scary.
    What would’ve happened if I had been by myself like I’d originally intended?
    Would I be dead?

Chapter 5
    I used my manners today. Bitch, please is adequate, right?
    -Annie’s secret thoughts
    Annie
    If you’d have asked me two weeks ago what I would be doing today, it would’ve never been what I was doing.
    “Are you sure this is legal?” I asked once more.
    Mig glared at me.
    “Yes,” he insisted. “It’s my car!”
    “Actually, it’s your wife’s car,” I informed him. “And what are you hoping to accomplish by having me move it?”
    “I’m hoping that she’ll try to call someone,” he informed me, shutting the door on my retort.
    I moved his wife’s car behind the building, parked it in the back behind a dumpster and got out.
    I headed back to my car, while Mig dutifully followed behind me the entire way.
    “You know the phrase stealing from a baby ?” I asked him as I dropped into the passenger side of my car.
    My eyes went down to the junk in the floorboard.
    Since I never sat on this side of the car, I never realized just how dirty it was.
    It needed a wash…bad.
    “Yeah, why?” He asked, whipping the car around so fast that my head spun.
    “Mig!” I cried out, grasping the ‘oh shit’, or ‘OS’, handle and holding on for dear life.
    Mig laughed.
    I wanted to punch him.
    “That’s what it feels like I just did. Stealing a pregnant woman’s car,” I admitted to him.
    He pulled up beside the store, just to the side of where Jennifer’s car had been parked, and got out.
    I followed suit, and we leaned against the hood as we watched the front doors.
    “It’s my car. And I won’t let her walk home. She’ll find a ride, and if I’m right, she’ll find one with someone that’s not me,” he informed me.
    I blinked.
    “What makes you think it won’t be you she calls?” I asked.
    He shrugged. “Jennifer never calls me. Never. She barely talks to me unless it’s to bitch about something…or someone.”
    I still didn’t know what to think about all that was Jennifer.
    She always had a perpetual scowl on her face.
    She’s never once waved hello the few times we’d seen each other
    She didn’t speak to me. Didn’t ever help Mig out in the yard.
    And with Mig’s explanation about what had really happened to bring the two of them together, it all seemed to make a sick sort of sense.
    Why I never saw them hug. Why she watched him leave every day with a glare on her face. Why I’d never seen them be affectionate to each other. Often, I could hear them both screaming at each other.
    Mig’s phone chimed for the fourth time in less than ten minutes, and I looked at him with a questioning gaze.
    “Need to leave?” I asked hopefully.
    He shook his head, pulling his phone out, tapping out a few words, then replacing it.
    “No. It’s Griffin giving me updates on Carl Copeland,” he said. “He’s got quite a bit of interesting information.”
    I nodded.
    Carl Copeland, as I’d later learned was his name, was a small time boy just looking for his next fix.
    But, apparently, both Griffin and Mig had thought there was more to the story, so he was escorted by Griffin to their office where he would continue asking him questions, hoping to get more information out of him than he originally had.
    “And?” I asked, bored out of my mind.
    Who knew a stakeout would be so boring?
    “Got a few names we need to track down. Griffin’s sending them to the computer people to get dossiers on them,” Mig explained. “You need to be careful, though.”
    I blinked. “What? Why?”
    He raised a brow at me that I saw over the top of his sunglasses.
    “You nearly got yourself caught up in a botched drug deal, and everyone else saw the message you sent to that man. You may have deleted it, but that shit always comes back to bite you in the ass,” he explained.
    “You think someone else is going to contact me about getting drugs?” I asked in alarm.
    Mig shrugged. “Maybe,