Another pause. “Yeah. I guess I do. You did something typically stupid like assault an officer or something. But you were set up, right? And somebody wanted me to let you go.”

“Blake Willis,” I said softly.

“That’s right,” he said. “Blake Willis.” But it was as if he were repeating the name to only himself, trying it out to see if it jogged any memories.

I didn’t want it to jog memories, and I couldn’t explain why. It had to do with the magenta, with the kiss, with the way things had been between us after Blake, his gorgeous, totally-put-together ex-girlfriend, had left him. There was nothing wrong with Blake Willis. Actually, everything about her seemed absolutely perfect. Which was why I didn’t want her back in his life. It was hard to compete with perfection.

You’re not competing, Nikki. It never was a competition.

“Just wait for me at the Laundromat,” I repeated, and hung up, quickly flicking the sound off so it couldn’t ring again.

I couldn’t be worrying about Blake Willis. I had to get through this truck and get out of here, because there was something about the way he said it that made me believe Chris really meant that he wouldn’t bail me out again.

I stuffed the phone back into my pocket and continued rummaging. Nothing. Nothing on top of nothing. Whoever had abandoned this truck had made sure to clean it beforehand. Not surprising, given the professional criminals that Luna had for friends.

I grunted in frustration and sat back with my fists in my lap. Not that I was super hopeful that I would find someone’s driver’s license or a neon sign that would point the way to Luna’s hideout, but I had been more hopeful than I realized that I would find something. Anything better than a wadded straw wrapper and the car manual.

Sighing, I opened the door and slid out, trying to keep low to avoid being seen. Just before I closed the door, something under the seat caught my eye. I reached in and pulled it out. Before I could really study it, I heard voices coming from the direction of the trailer. I popped up enough to see through the windshield. Two hulking men were stepping down the wooden stairs from the trailer onto the lot. They were talking loudly, gesturing, laughing. No idea they had a trespasser only about thirty feet away.