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brightly. She started tapping around on her phone. “Let me pull up the address.”
    â€œA shipment of what exactly?” asked Emily.
    â€œCoke,” said Chestnut.
    â€œDon’t you need a truck to pick up a bunch of soda?” asked Ana. Emily stared at her friend. How could she be this naive? Chestnut almost busted a gut, and Liz was snorting she was laughing so hard.
    â€œOh, sweetheart.” Liz patted Ana’s head. “ Cocaine . Blow.”
    â€œWow,” Brandon whistled quietly. “You guys are like, big time, huh?”
    Chestnut shrugged. “Not yet, but we’re hoping to be.”
    â€œDo you guys run drugs a lot?” Ana asked. Emily couldn’t help being concerned by the curiosity in her voice. Is Ana really weighing the pros and cons of felony possession?
    â€œWell, this is our first time,” said Liz. “But we hear these guys aren’t the scary cartel types.”
    Emily glanced into the rearview mirror and saw Brandon’s eyes go wide. “You mean, you’ve never met these dudes before?” Emily was pleased that he seemed a little bit scared. Maybe all those hours watching Breaking Bad had put the fear of God in him where the drug trade was concerned.
    â€œWe can take care of ourselves.” Liz was all swagger and bluster.
    Emily held up both hands. This conversation was going no further. “Okay, you guys. It’s been great and all. I think it’s pretty clear that we aren’t being pursued, so that guy Earl at Little-J must not have gotten our license plate.”
    â€œOr maybe he didn’t call the police,” said Brandon.
    â€œEither way, our little crime spree ends here.” Emily’s voice was firm. “I really just want to get to the party.”
    â€œWait—what party?” Liz asked.
    â€œOh, it’s no big deal.” Emily sighed. She knew it was unattractive, but she couldn’t help the sarcasm that oozed from her voice. “It’s just going to be the best high-school party that has ever been thrown in the history of high-school parties.”
    â€œC’mon,” groaned Brandon. “How do you even know that?”
    â€œLook at how much trouble we’ve had getting to it,” said Emily. “If we’ve gone through this much shit to even show up , don’t you think it’s going to have to be worth it? I mean, isn’t that the universal law of parties?”
    â€œJust take us to the next gas station.” Everybody turned and looked at Liz.
    â€œAw hell, no, babe,” Chestnut started to protest, but Liz raised a hand to his face, and Chestnut immediately shut up even though Liz was still staring at Emily. There was a faraway look in her eyes. Emily felt like Liz was almost staring right through her.
    â€œI remember,” Liz said to her.
    â€œWhat?” Emily was confused.
    â€œA party my senior year,” said Liz. “That’s where I met this one.” She slid an arm around Chestnut and planted another kiss on his cheek. “Drop us at the Arco up at the next exit. We’ll call a cab and have it take us back to our car.”
    â€œWait,” said Ana. “You have a car? Why did you say you take cabs?”
    â€œWell, our car doesn’t always work so well,” Liz explained. “But it was working today. We parked down the street from Rick’s. We can just have a cab take us back there.”
    â€œAre you sure?” Brandon asked. “I mean we could—”
    â€œWe’re sure,” said Liz. “You guys need to get going. You never know who might be at the best party of your high-school years.”
    Emily smiled at Liz. For the first time since this freaky chick with the spiky hair had blazed into the diner with an empty gun over her head and a ski mask over her face, Emily felt an understanding had passed between them.
    â€œWell, step on it!” Liz commanded. “Can’t