“Suspect sighted outside!”
The cop’s radio burst like a firecracker—loud, scratchy, slicing through the thick, greasy diner air. Camille flinched. Her heart slammed up hard, knocking into her ribs. Her palms—already slick—slipped off Ellie’s shaking shoulders. The lights buzzed louder, like hornets, blinking on and off like the room couldn’t decide...