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Stepping downstairs, Criston Cole’s car was waiting—a beat-up, used Alto she had helped him buy with the small profit she’d made some time back. The very day they bought it, they’d taken it for a joyride, only for it to break down halfway; after sending it for repairs, Tori Wattson hadn't seen it since.

"When did you get it fixed?" Tori Wattson climbed into the passenger seat