A Poor Student Stepped Into The Wrong Car Until He Learned The Truth

on the third ring. “Priestley.”

“It’s Angeline Torres. The girl who broke into your car.”

A pause. Then the low laugh I remembered. “Didn’t think you’d call.”

“Neither did I. But I need money more than I need pride, apparently.”

“When can you start?”

“Tomorrow,” I said.

“Perfect. I’ll send you the address.”

His car picked me up the next morning. Noah wasn’t continue reading …