Page 385 of Glass (Crank 2)

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And he’s here too, arms around

me, trying to wake up, just like I am.

I don’t want to. I want to sleep.

Hello? Open the window!

Just a minute. Just a freaking

minute. I manage to open my eyes.

The guy outside the window, the one

who’s been knocking, wears a uniform.

His flashlight parts the darkness,

seeks immediate information.

Good evening. May I see some ID?

Trey politely offers his license.

Something wrong, Officer?

Don’t you know you can’t sleep here?

Sorry. We had no idea. It’s just

that we got off the freeway…

The cop shines his light in our eyes.

Then he speaks directly to me.

How ’bout you, miss? ID?

The cop takes our licenses back

to his car. I’m getting a very bad

feeling. Trey notices. Don’t panic.

Eventually, the uniform returns.

Please step out of the vehicle.

Holy shit. There can’t be an APB

out for me already, can there?

Someone would have had to identify

me, right? Could it happen this fast?

You say you’re just passing through?

Okay, maybe it isn’t an all points

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