the Alibi club. The SUV had thick, impenetrable windows, and he couldn’t see anything through them. There was a partition between the driver’s and passenger’s seats. He was blind to how they’d gotten there. Even if he could get the police involved, he had no idea where the others were being held. The soundproof windows kept out the pumping bass and squealing girls that were yards from their car as they pulled to a stop.
“We’re here,” Eduardo said.
Simon could see the long line of girls who shivered outside in the mild California autumn air in their miniskirts and tank tops. They huddled close together with their arms interlocked as they laughed at private jokes between them. This was a world he knew nothing about. Even with expensive clothes, they would sniff him out. Brianna was a party girl. She would have ten guys around her before he had a chance to say a word.
Eduardo handed back a small bottle and shook it to show off the contents. “There are a few things in here you can use. Blue one’s your standard rufie—little conspicuous but does the trick. Red one’s ecstasy and she seems like a girl who’d be all for that, if you know what I mean. White one is Vicodin that we laced with a little something special. She’ll be eating out of your palm if you give her that one.”
He snatched the bottle and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. “She’s not going to take a pill from a stranger. What kind of idiot would do that?”
“Lots of them, kid. You’d be surprised. Just be slick about it, all right? There’s also a dummy pill in there of each one—got a D on it. Lots of chicks won’t take something if you don’t do it too. They want to ride the same high, you know?”
He was out of his depths. He’d barely drunk alcohol, only smoked one cigarette before, and that was on a dare in the sixth grade. She would never believe him.
Eduardo dug a phone out of the glove compartment and handed it back as well. “So my number’s the only one in this thing. I’ve got her bodyguard, but you got to tell me when you’re leaving. I’m only gettin’ one chance with him, all right?”
“Just you? How are you going to take him down?”
He smiled. “Don’t worry about that. You just text me and I’ll be on him. You take the girl to the side alley, and there’ll be a car. They’ll take you to the place, all right?”
“What place?” His voice was already shaking.
“You’ll see. Getting her in the car is the hard part. Worry about that first, all right?”
He gripped the seat in a futile attempt to gain some composure. “Is she here, yet?”
Eduardo pointed to a girl standing in the front of the line all by herself. She stood straight like a model on the runway. Brianna wore a tight purple dress and six inch heels. There was a group of girls standing behind her and laughing, but she didn’t seem to be a part of them. She tugged on a strand of her meticulously sprayed and curled hair. This was the kind of girl that had ignored and laughed at him ever since the second grade. The Briannas of his world didn’t think twice about him.
Behind the bush they were parked next to, he made out the shapes of a few men with cameras longer than his arm. They snapped photos at a near constant speed.
“What about those guys?” he said as he pointed to them.
“Don’t worry about ’em. Get the girl, all right?”
He gripped the door handle tightly as Brianna moved inches closer to the door. Even with no one around her, she exuded a kind of confidence he’d never had.
“You going to go or not?”
He pointed at the line that wrapped around the block. “How am I supposed to get in?”
“Around the side there will be a door propped open for you. She’s going in now. You better get in there.”
The moment his feet hit the ground, it was going to begin. He grabbed the back of the seat and got halfway out before he yanked his body back in. “I can’t do this,” he pleaded.
Eduardo pulled
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