GENRE: YA Thriller
I didn’t actually see Lucky get stuffed into the trunk of the cop car. But Greer did.
“Kenny, get up. Come on.” She tugged on my right hand where the knuckles were scraped raw from the parking lot pavement. I could see Greer’s cheeks, shiny with tears from the streetlight. The smell of exhaust still hung above us and I could hear rustling in the bushes from the field mice collecting their dinner.
“Ow! Ow!” I was pretty sure I had a couple of cracked ribs.
“Will you get up? They took him. I saw them. Did you see them?” She paced above me, her voice a tinny wail in the dark. I rolled onto all fours, and accessed new pain points. Then Greer’s voice came low and soft. “They put him in the trunk.”
She wasn’t making sense. But then she was Greer, and Lucky wasn’t going out with her for her sense-making.
I pulled myself up using the handle on my brother Ben’s, Dodge truck. The truck the three of us had been “borrowing” all summer, to hang out here at Strathmen Park. “I wonder why they took Lucky and not all of us,” I said, surveying the park for witnesses.
“It wasn’t like that. Like a real arrest. Something’s wrong.” Greer was like a frenzied shark in a small tank. Back and forth, back and forth. She was making me dizzy.
The cop who’d made a dent in my kneecap with his boot had asked me, “Where is it?”