If we hadn’t been in danger of being busted by Cameron’s dad and his sketchy visitor, I’m sure I would have taken more time to appreciate the fact that Seth ran like a prepubescent girl, but I was too busy sprinting. “Hey! You! Stop right there!” Cameron’s dad had made it out of the house and was chasing after us. Thankfully, he gave up about halfway through his massive front yard, and I didn’t think he’d be close enough to see the license-plate number as Seth’s minivan tore down Cameron’s street. I tried to twist around to get a good look at the other man behind the voice, but he must have ducked back inside. The car was completely silent except for our ragged breathing. I don’t think either of us wanted to jinx our getaway until we knew for sure we were safe. When we made it to my driveway without the sound of sirens wailing behind us, I released the breath I’d been holding. “Oh, thank God.
