Not Guilty
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“Does that mean I can start driving?” he said.
“No,” she said, shaking him by the sleeve.
She saw a hint of a grin on his face. “Just checking,” he said.
It took all her willpower not to embrace him. She didn’t want to embarrass him in front of all these people. Following the cop who was holding Abby, they made their way slowly toward the doors, beyond which the police held back the onlookers.
“Our friends are here,” Dylan said excitedly.
Keely looked up. She could see Dan Warner, his hands resting on Nicole’s shoulders, frowning and craning his neck to catch a glimpse of them.
“So they are,” she said.
“Wow,” said Dylan. “They must have come with the police.”
“I guess so,” said Keely.
“We’ll be okay,” said Dylan, as if reassuring himself.
She nodded and kept hold of his jacket, though he could not feel the strength of her grip.
“I know it,” she said. “I know.”