She looks at him and then bows her head, offering her hair. And you do understand that you’re going to do everything we want, right?”
Miranda nods silently. Beeg Through her teary eyes, she can make out McClint standing a couple feet away, his attention divided between making sure no one passing by on the main road can see them and watching the spectacle with Officer Blake and her, even as the elder cop starts squeezing his crotch through his pants. She looks at him and then bows her head, offering her hair. “Wait here, mind the traffic,” Blake says as he turns and walks briskly over to Matt McClint’s car. “Y…yes, but–not like this!” Miranda replies, eyes wide with fear.
