“Okay.” She pulled and felt the trunk pop. They hit a bump, and she felt the trunk try to bounce open, but she kept a tight hold and it banged down against her arm. She lay over Ghost’s chest and looked out the opening. “An alley. We’re in an alley.”
They were going at a relatively slow speed, bouncing along the potholes.
Ghost threw a leg over the edge. “Ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He struggled up and threw his body over the side, slamming hard to the pavement. Jessie scrambled out after him, dashing to him, and helping him to his feet. They darted into a narrow gangway between two brick buildings.
Jessie glanced back around the corner. She could see the red taillights of the car as it continued moving down the alley, the men totally unaware that their prisoners had escaped. She turned back to Ghost to see him leaning back against the wall, groaning in pain.
“You’re hurt.”
“Dislocated my shoulder when I fell,” he said through gritted teeth.
“We need to get you to a hospital.”
“No hospitals. The club. But first you have to help me with my shoulder.”
“How?”
“I need you to hold it in position while I slam it against this wall. That should jam it back in.”
“Have you done this before?”
“Yeah, unfortunately.”
“Okay. What do I do?”
“Take my arm.”
She slid her hands on his bicep.
“Push it up.”
“Like this?”
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“Yeah. Right there. Hold it.”
“Okay.”
“One, two, three.”
He slammed it into the wall, and Jessie could hear it pop. It was a sound that had her wincing.
“Fuck!” He bent over stomping his foot as the pain shot through him. “Fuck. That hurts like a bitch.”
“Are you okay?” Jessie asked, her hands cupping his face as he straightened.
“Yeah. I’ll be fine. We need to get out of here and find a phone.”
They stumbled down the gangway until it came out on the street. They paused at the corner of the brick wall, peering around.
“You see ‘em?” Ghost asked, glancing around.
Jessie searched in both directions. “No.”