smells like rust, like blood.
A trellis of diagonal struts joins the metal beam to the roadway above. Squirming up one of the struts, I grab the bridgeâs metal railing and pull myself higher until my head reaches the level of the roadway. I haul one leg onto the surface of the bridge. Dirt and pebbles scrape against my belly as I drag the rest of my body over.
The full moon shines on the empty road. The water below the bridge sounds faraway, now that Iâve escaped it. Rusty would have been faster and more agile. Jeb would have been stronger. But I did it. I made it to town. I saved myself.
Now I need to save Jeb.
chapter fifteen
Water squelches from my sneakers with every step on the road into Mount Judea. My clothes hang from my body in sopping clumps. Main Street is shut down for the night. Thereâs no light on at the gas station or the general store. The dinerâs empty, and the sign on its door is turned to Closed . But a light burns at the back of the building. The waitress stands outside, leaning against the brick wall, drinking a cup of coffee. The door to the dinerâs kitchen is propped open with a chair. Light and the sound of a radio playing country music come from inside the kitchen.
Even after a full dayâs work, the waitress still looks dolled up, with her blond hair pinned in a perfect bun. I comb my fingers through my wet tangles and walk toward her. Iâm ready to ask for help anywhere I can find it.
âHoney, what happened to you?â Her black mascara makes her eyes pop wide.
âI need help,â I say.
âWhy, youâre the girl that was goinâ out climbinâ with them boys from the city,â she says. âNow before you say anything, you need somethinâ dry on your back and somethinâ warm in your belly.â
She takes my arm and hustles me into the kitchen. The bright fluorescent lights are blinding after my long trek through the dark. The ceramic tile floor shines. The stainless-steel counters gleam. Every pot, pan, knife and spatula hangs in its proper place. I blink and squint while the waitress opens a closet door and pulls out a sweatshirt.
âTake your top off, honey. Donât be shy. I got kids. I seen it all. Now put this on. Thatâs right, and sit down whiles I git you somethinâ to eat.â
She bustles around, laying food in front of meâsteaming chicken and grits, pecan pie, hot coffee. My hand shakes as I pick up the fork. Once I start eating, I canât stop until itâs all gone. The waitress pulls up a stool beside me.
âYou look like youâre in a mess of trouble, honey. Why donât you tell me whatâs goinâ on?â
The whole story comes rushing out of me. Jeb snooping around in the marijuana patch, the bikers chasing us, the gunshot wound, the truck getting trashed, the deputy and his dealings with the bikers.
âWe need to get Jeb to a hospital. But how can we do that, if the deputyâs on the side of the bikers?â I ask.
The waitress taps her long red fingernails against her coffee cup. âI never did trust that deputy,â she says. âThem boys was dealinâ so much drugs right under his nose, you had to figure he was either dumb as a mule or he was in on it.â
She takes a sip of coffee. âWell, thereâs the volunteer fire department, but itâs run by the deputyâs brother, so thatâs out. Then thereâs the state troopers, but theyâre an hour away, and the first thing theyâll do is call the sheriffâs office. If the deputyâs in on it, could be the sheriffâs in on it too.â
âWhat about calling the hospital? We could get them to send an ambulance,â I say.
âHoney, as soon as you call the hospital with a story like that, theyâre gonna call the police and the fire department. Emergency responders. Yâsee? Itâll go right back to the sheriff and his deputy. You want
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