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"Don't move your lips when you talk," her sister said from under the blanket in the back seat. "They might be watching you."
Valerie Kane's grip on the steering wheel tightened as she turned into the dog park's empty lot. Through stiff lips, she answered, "We're here." She pulled into a spot as far from a light as possible, shifted into park, and killed the engine. "I'm a little nervous."
"Is your hood up?" Monica asked.
She looked out the windshield. "Hood?"
Her sister heaved a sigh. "On you, not the car."
Oh, crap, she needed to focus. She tugged the drawstrings of her hooded sweatshirt. "Yeah, it's up." She looked around to be sure they were still alone and caught a glimpse of the lights of the Las Vegas strip twinkling blissfully in the distance. A tingle of anxiety ran through her. "Are we doing the right thing?"
Her sister reached between the seats and gripped her arm. "We don't have to do this, Val. If you have any doubt, just start the car and let's go."
Taking a deep breath, she zipped up her hoodie. "No. We promised. I can do this." She pressed the unlock button on the doors then glanced back. Monica was well hidden and was lying on the bag containing their cousin's blackmail payment.
Her sister whispered, "Just go really fast and get back here. Wait, first roll down the windows, so I can hear you if you scream."
Scream? There was no reason to scream. Was there?