Around nine that night, a message comes in from Magda, but it’s only the pick-up location.
It’s a helicopter landing pad tucked behind a Jack in the Box just off the freeway and Sparrow knows exactly where it is, because she’s seen news choppers take off from there. It’s three miles away. Four at most.
I can run that, she thinks, even with my feet ripped to pieces.
But what’s going to happen once she gets there? If Imran’s mom has talked him out of buying her, if the speculator doesn’t want to deal, she’s screwed. She wants to know what’s happening with the negotiations, but she’s the last person they’re going to tell.
The backyard lights up, drawing her to the window. The security light’s on the corner of the house, but it’s so sensitive it’s caught Harper wheeling his bike through the side gate next door. He leans it against the garage and hangs his helmet on the handlebar. The lock dangles from the silver frame, unused.
Sparrow smiles. Thanks, Nate. I’ll take care of the security light tomorrow.
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Sparrow's Story - A Girl Defiant
Teen FictionBoston, Harvard, but most of all, Imran. That’s what Sparrow wants. Imran is physics and poetry, deep brown eyes and a smile that makes her heart race. And he’s the only guy she’s ever met who loves her brilliant mind as much as her beauty. They’ve...
