Rosco didn't want to tell Emily what he'd done. Of course it took the medics and a fireman or two to get her unstuck out of the restroom.
"Don't worry about that Derrick guy," he said afterwards when she was out of the predicament. He knew she wouldn't want to hear it from him that he'd snitched and Derrick was arrested while she was still stuck. He just felt lucky that Derrick had a more than just a little cocaine on him. Maybe Emily didn't know, but maybe she did.
"What? What happened?" She kept looking at Carrie. "Why is she here? Who is she?"
"Carrie knew where to go," Rosco said. "You know who she is? Don't be stupid."
"Well, see if I ever call you again?" She wasn't going anywhere with them at first, but then when she found out it was probably the quickest way home, she did.
She sat in the backseat. Carrie rode shotgun. It was a nice quiet road home.
"I'm just glad he didn't have to use the handcuffs on you," Rosco kept his eye on the road.
"Nor the duct tape," Carrie added. "You know he's no good, don't you?"
"I don't need to hear what I already know," Emily fumed. "I can take care of myself."
"Well, it doesn't hurt to have a friend or two." Rosco looked over at Carrie who shot back a look that no way in hell would she be Emily's friend.
Emily remained quiet.
"Look, school is starting," Rosco went on to say. "You got a whole new year ahead of you. You might as well make the best of it so you can get on with things."
"I don't know," Rosco shrugged. "But you gotta start looking out for you. Do something that's going to help you. Then you can start helping somebody else."
"Is that why you are with her?" Emily blurted out. "Is she helping you?"
"Carrie's my friend."
"But she moved in with you."
Carrie rolled her eyes.
Rosco didn't say he was sorry. He drove in silence to her house and only hoped Emily could figure out who she was before it was too, late.