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“You sure know how to get yourselves killed,” I stated. “Mind telling me who
was in the car? You don’t want to take the rap all by yourselves.”
“Please don’t shoot! That was Mike, it was all his idea! He made us do it! He
said he would put us out and make us walk home if we didn’t do it! Are you
going to call the sheriff?”
Now I could understand why the girls tried to burglarize my home. It was a
fifteen mile walk home in pitch darkness on a moonless night for the two
frightened girls. It was just what a worthless shit like Mike would pull.
Knowing what I did about Sonya’s boyfriend, I knew what he probably needed the
money for. He was nineteen, and the only job he had ever had was selling drugs,
and I don’t mean at the pharmacy. He was a charmer though. Girls fell for his
good looks and his charm, and would do anything for him, and he of course chose
the best looking one of the bunch, Sonya. She never realized what a slimeball
he really was. The problem was that Sonya didn’t have a father to threaten to
put a bullet in Mike’s behind, and her mother was just as deceived as she was.
“You broke into my house and attempted to steal my belongings. Why shouldn’t
I?”, I said with false sternness. I wouldn’t really turn them in, now that I
knew the situation. I would give the girls a good scare, then a ride home.
Maybe then Sonya would see through Mike’s veneer.
