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"Keep fucking driving, Jordan!"

Jordan was waiting for me, watching me. I gave him the slightest nod, and he pressed the pedal again. I had this time to talk. I would make it count.

"Mallory was nearly raped, and we didn't kill that guy."

"We should've," Cross bit out.

Jordan winced.

"No. That guy turned himself in. Alex already went in too."

"And he's out on bail." Cross was so rigid, so tense. His head whipped to mine. His eyes blazing. "What makes you think he'll do any goddamn time? He fucked up her head. He broke her jaw. He broke her cheek. She has a concussion. She could have permanent fucking damage. She might have problems for the rest of her life--we don't fucking know. What makes you think he shouldn't pay for what he did?" He was glaring at me.