Chapter 45: Street Strings (Caleb POV)

I’m hauling my guitar case down a busy street, Tuesday afternoon, Ryan trudging beside me, hands deep in his pockets. The cop from the alley let us off with a warning—fines still hanging over us—but my chest’s tight, Torres’s 48-hour clock ticking loud in my head. We’ve got $5,000 from the truck,...

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