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“What were you doing with this piece of shit batter? Did I teach you nothing?” She dropped the batter in the trash.

“It has been a long time since I have done this,” I snapped.

“Don’t you take that tone with me boy, now do you want help or not?” She put her hands on her hips.

“Please,” I grumbled.

“You and Boogie can be sweet when you want to be.” She patted my cheek.

“I don’t think we want to be called sweet,” I said, snapping my teeth as she pulled her hand away.

“Of course not, you’re terrifying and make people shake in their boots,” she smirked.

“Quiet, you old woman,” I growled, but she dismissed me.

I spent the next twenty minutes shadowing her as she made me two funnel cakes that I played off as one for me.

“Thanks, Mamma Dae,” I said, kissing her cheek. “I don’t know why you are up, but you need to go rest.”

“Darla is calling from Japan,” she said.

“Ok, leave early if you have to, you know today will be a light day,” I said, grabbing my plates to leave.

“I will and say hello to the lady in your bed.” She grinned at me.

I rolled my eyes, hating that she was too perceptive.

“Bye, old woman,” I said, leaving the stand.

The sky was lightening, and dawn was almost here. I was exhausted, maybe I could get a few more hours of sleep after I gave them their funnel cake. The trailer was still dark as I opened the door, putting the funnel cakes on our counter. I took off my jacket, slipped off my boots and walked into the bedroom.

I expected to see them sleeping, but when it was just Boogie sitting against the wall looking at his phone, I looked back to the restroom wondering if she was in there.

“Where the fuck is she, Boogie?” I snarled.

“She left,” he replied, not looking up from his phone.

“What the fuck!” I yelled. “Why the fuck would you let her leave without fucking asking me?”

“She said she needed to leave, and pleaded her case very well,” he said, still looking at his phone.

“I thought we handcuffed her for a fucking reason,” I snapped.

“Would you chill?” He finally looked up at me. “I put a tracking device on her.”

That did make me chill, but I was still furious that he had let her go to begin with.

“It would have been nice if?—”

“She was really freaked out saying she had people relying on her,” he interrupted. “I got a feeling she was in a bad situation and maybe helping her out might make her want to stay.”

“After last night are we doubting she didn’t want to stay?” I sat on the bed.

“Like I said, something wasn’t right,” he said, showing me a map with a blue dot on it.

She was going north, she looked to be about an hour away.

“What if she gets on a plane?” I asked, knowing he hadn’t thought of that.

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