Page 44 of Wandering in Darkness
Emma stares at me for a long moment while she decides our level of friendship and whether or not she should agree to this.
“You know… just to like… keep me from being too anxious, you know?” I add.
She seems to take pity on me because she shrugs and pulls out a joint and a lighter, but before she can even light it, a guy knocks on the door. “Emma, come on. We need you and you’re over here smoking with the prisoners.”
“Don’t tell Ned.”
“Let’s go.”
“Wait,” I say as I grab her wrist. “Will you bring me pizza?”
“Absolutely not,” she replies. I let go of her and watch as she slips out the door.
“Smoking weed now, Felix?” Lane asks.
“She had such baggy pants, I couldn’t tell which side held the lighter,” I say while I click it in front of him. “Clickity click.”
“What’s your plan? Did you steal the joint too?”
“It might have made this escape plan a whole lot more interesting if I had,” I comment, heading over to the door and leaning against it. “My question is… if we get out of here, what do we do about Cal and Antonio? They’re with Grayson, so it’s not like they’re with someone who will harm them. But if they come back to pick us up, and we’re long gone, we could get them in more trouble.”
“If we can find our phones, I’ll call Grayson,” Lane says.
“Ooh. Good point. We’ll call Grayson, tell him not to come here, and we will scuttle out before they even notice. You’re my sexy and smart man.”
He shrugs. “Just making sure everyone knows I’m more than just brawn.”
“You’re the whole package.”
“So are you.”
I playfully smack his chest and then because it’s such a nice chest, I give it a little stroke. “Aww, such a flatterer.”
It finally seems quiet outside the door, so I slide the paper clips I’d found into the lock and wiggle them around a bit. It really doesn’t take much; the door isn’t meant for keeping people in. I’m starting to wonder if they even have any clue at all on how to keep a prisoner… let alone one of my caliber.
I open the door just a little before looking back at Lane. “Lane… we have a new issue.”
“Is it a pig issue?” he asks.
“Maybe. He’s not the best at stealth, and if we leave him in here, he’s going to squeal. You know he hates being left alone in strange places… can you carry him?”
“Can I carry your massive pig aroundstealthily?”
“He’s not eventhatmassive… yet.”
“You know he only likes you to carry him around—or at least he did when he was small enough that you could. What if he starts squealing?”
“He promised me he wouldn’t.”
“Nothing looks more inconspicuous than a blind guy carrying a pig and sneaking through an illegal drug operation.”
“The only other option would be to leave you in here with him, but then if someone came back and I wasn’t here, you could get in trouble.”
“Alright, let’s see how this goes.”
“Maybe stick him under your shirt like I did when he was a baby. It always made him feel most comfortable.” I say this very well knowing that the pig won’t fit in his shirt, but I’d still love to see Lane try.
“I’m sorry. You made me wear a tight shirt because you ‘wanted Grayson to see my muscles so he would know that I could kick his ass if he dissed Cal.’ Do you remember that? Do you remember how I had to squeeze into it?”
