Truth or Dare by Reshonda Tate Billingsley

the street, rolling the entire time.
    â€œYou said you were okay with filming.”
    â€œWell, I didn’t mean leave my friend in danger while you set everything up.”
    She was talking about how Quincy had made us stop around the corner while he got his camera gear set up. I knew if we rescued Evian—if she was even here—and I didn’t catch it on film, that could be my job. So, it wasn’t going to kill her to wait an extra three minutes.
    Personally, I thought this was all going to be a bust anyway, but I made the motion to Quincy to make sure he was rolling. He had his long-distance lens on, so he gave me the thumbs-up to let me know he was good to go.
    Shay knocked on the door to the duplex. My heart was racing. This was the dumbest idea ever. How were we—two teenaged girls—going to just knock on some drug-dealing kidnapper’s door and say, “Hey, give us our friend back”? Realizing that we hadn’t thought this plan all the way through, I was just about to make a U-turn and beeline out of there, when the door swung open.
    â€œAy, mamacita,” the man who answered the door said. “What can I do for you?” Like the little boy, his English was choppy and hard to understand.
    â€œNothing,” Shay replied. She’d told me to just play along and that’s exactly what I was doing. “We just came to see if we could get a little of the good stuff.”
    The guy broke out into a big smile. “Ah, American girls looking for that herb,” he said.
    â€œYeah, that’s it,” I said, trying to play along. “We need some good herb.”
    He looked me up and down, then did the same with Shay before saying, “All right, wait right here.”
    â€œNow what?” I whispered as soon as he took off inside the house.
    â€œI just needed to make sure someone lives here.”
    â€œOkay, so now we know. Again, let’s call the cops,” I said, tugging at her arm.
    â€œHow about I distract the guy and you go in there after her?” Shay said.
    â€œHow about, you have lost your freakin’ mind. I don’t know who’s in there, what kind of weapon they have, and oh yeah, today’s my day off from my superhero duties!”
    â€œLook.” Shay turned to face me. “We don’t have much choice. Evian is in there. I know it,” she whispered. “I feel it in my gut, and we need to do what we can to get her out.”
    The guy opened the door back up. “Here’s that herb. It’s some real good stuff,” he said, shaking a small baggie in front of us.
    â€œMmm, yeah that’s what I’m talking about,” Shay said. She looked over her shoulder at me to give me the cue. Then all of a sudden she fell to the ground, shaking.
    â€œOh no,” I said, hurrying to her side. “She’s having a seizure!”
    â€œWhat? What you mean she’s having a seizure?” the guy said. “What am I supposed to do about that?” he yelled.
    â€œI don’t know! Here, grab her! Grab her!” I said as Shay shook violently on the ground. I had to give it to her—she looked like she was straight in the middle of an epileptic seizure. It was extremely convincing. The boy was freaking out.
    â€œHelp me get her inside,” I said.
    â€œI’m not taking her in there!” he said, panicked.
    â€œDo you want her to die right here?”
    â€œI don’t care. I don’t know her!”
    â€œYeah, but she also has this.” I pointed to a button on her necklace. “This is her seizure alarm. Anytime it goes off, the cops come. Is that what you want?”
    I was grateful that he didn’t realize that was actually a Tiffany charm necklace.
    â€œWhat cops?” he said. “Salir ahora!”
    â€œHuh?” I said.
    â€œGo! Leave! Now!” he repeated.
    â€œHow do you expect me to get her out of here?” I said.
    This idea had