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“Oh, it won’t be but a few minutes.” Tilda tilted her head, pulling open the car door. “I’ll drop you off. Don’t you work just down the block?” Veronica glanced inside the vehicle, some man in a suit rested his hands in his lap.
“Yes, but I’m fine on my own. Thank you,” she stuttered a little, trying not to trip on her way forward.
“Get in the fucking car,” she heard the sharp voice of Malina rise behind her.
Tilda smiled slowly, “That’s your cue,”