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Johnny’s voice was barely a whisper. “I won’t say anything.
I promise.”
Whatever Johnny saw involved Shawn. Something bad enough that his parents were bribing a 13-year-old to stay silent.
I needed to know what it was. So, I bought a small GPS tracker online and hid it in Shawn’s car.
That Friday, he kissed me goodbye and said he’d be working late on a proposal.
I watched the tracker on my phone.
He didn’t go to his office. He drove across town and parked outside an apartment complex I’d never seen before.
I grabbed my keys and my phone and drove there myself, heart pounding the entire way.
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