The station, located at the bottom of the long Main Street hill and then over two curvy streets, wasn’t far, because nothing was far in Star City, but walking back up the hill when I was done would be more a hike than a leisurely stroll back to work. I hoped Jodie would give me a ride. The station had been built in the early ’90s, its angular, sloping but not peaked roof topped with dark green tiles. The rest of the small structure was also angular and had been a source of contention when it was built. People had thought it was too modern. Now it was just too ’90s. Jodie wouldn’t say more except that neither she nor Creighton would be questioning me because we were all friends, or at least had once been. We just knew one another too well. I didn’t listen closely to her official explanation. “Will I be put under arrest?” I asked as she pulled into the long but skinny parking lot. “No,” she said. I wished I’d heard a little more confidence in her voice.
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