Page 16 of Grit & Glamour

“We’re coming with you. To keep an eye on you while he decides if you’re innocent,” I answer quickly, not giving One a chance to change his mind.

“You’re not coming,” Theo exclaims, sounding alarmed.

“Either we’re coming, or you’re not going,” One extends the ultimatum without affording him an inch of room for debate. Theo glances between us and sighs.

“Right then, we’re taking my car.”

“I’m driving!” I cut in, earning a curious look from One. I shrug. When he sees the car, whichever one it is we’re using, he’ll understand why I opted to drive. Theo has great taste.

“Text the address of our destination to this contact,” One says, holding out a cheap-looking phone to Theo, with the messages already open on a draft to a contact titled J. Theo takes the phone and taps in an address.

“I’ve just got one more question before we leave,” Theo begins as he hands the phone back to One. “I just need to know this one thing,” he states, with a serious expression on his face. When nobody objects, he continues, “What the hell kind of name is One?”

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