Free Truth or Dare by Reshonda Tate Billingsley Page B

called one of my dad’s friends and had them do a trace on Evian’s phone. She has a GPS on it, so they were able to locate her.”
    I was stunned Shay hadn’t even said anything about having Evian’s phone traced.
    â€œWhy didn’t they do that in the first place while you had me running around like crazy trying to find her?”
    â€œLook, we’ve been working on it. It’s not as easy as it sounds. Just come on.”
    â€œUgh,” I groaned, walking back into the suite to get my shoes. Sheridan had just come out of her bedroom, where she’d been taking a nap. “Come on, Sheridan.”
    â€œUnh-unh,” Sheridan said. She plopped down on the sofa next to Kennedi. “You got this. I’m exhausted.”
    I looked over at Kennedi, who rolled her eyes. “You know better than to ask me. Be careful out there.”
    â€œThis sucks. Big time,” I groaned as I followed Shay out.
    We had just reached the end of the hallway when we bumped into Quincy.
    He caught me, keeping me from losing my balance.
    â€œHey, where’s the fire? Are you leaving?” he asked. “I was coming to meet you.”
    Suddenly, I had an idea. If we were going to find Evian, Tamara was right, we needed it all caught on tape. “Quincy, you know what, where’s your gear?”
    â€œIt’s in my car. I’m parked out front. Why?”
    I turned to Shay. “Okay, let’s go, Quincy can drive us.”
    â€œDrive you where?” he asked, confused.
    â€œI’ll tell you all about it in the car,” I said. “Right now, we need to go save someone.” I lowered my voice and added, “And hopefully, get us a banging story in the process.”

Chapter 14
    I felt like I was seriously in the middle of some double-oh-seven mess.
    â€œHow do you know she’s in there?” I whispered to Shay.
    â€œI don’t,” she replied. “All I know is this is where the call was traced to.”
    We were in some rundown neighborhood, at what looked like a crumbling duplex. There were burglar bars on the windows, and the place looked like it should’ve been condemned several years ago. This was definitely the part of Cancun they kept out of the brochures.
    â€œ Hola! ¿En qué puedo ayudarle?”
    I hadn’t even noticed the little boy playing on the side of the house. He looked like he couldn’t be more than eight or nine. He was dirty, and wore raggedy clothes.
    Shay and I exchanged glances. I’d taken a few years of Spanish but since I hadn’t really been paying attention, I only knew a few words.
    â€œÂ¿Hablas inglés?” I asked.
    The little boy stood there for a minute, then said in choppy English, “What you want? Herb?” He stared at us like he was really ready to conduct a drug transaction.
    â€œUmm, yeah,” Shay said.
    â€œA’ight, Pedro is inside,” the little boy said, motioning toward the front door.
    Shay motioned for me to follow her up the walkway. I couldn’t believe she was acting like she was going to conduct a drug transaction. What if he was a miniature undercover cop? I couldn’t do a Mexican prison!
    â€œWhy don’t we just ask that little boy if Evian is in there?” I whispered as I followed her.
    â€œFor him to go warn the kidnapper? No,” Shay said.
    â€œAre you sure the GPS traced to the exact address?” I asked. “I thought a GPS system could only do a vicinity.”
    I was nervous as all get-out. Shay may have been hood, but neither of us was cut out for this.
    â€œYeah,” she said, still whispering.
    I shook my head. Something about this didn’t feel right. “Well, why don’t we just call the police then?” I said again.
    â€œThey said no cops. Besides, we don’t have time to wait on the police. We barely had time to wait on your stupid cameraman,” she said, pointing to Quincy, who was across