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Carter polishes off her lukewarm tap water in fifteen seconds flat. The summer heat is relentless. Hot enough to be dangerous to people without homes, or to any living thing stuck in a car without the air conditioning blasted all the way up.
Fusco sits down opposite her. “Heya, partner. Sorry I’m late.”
“You better have a good excuse,” Carter says. She’s joking. It’s 101 degrees outside.
“The AC in my car is busted,” Fusco tells her. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead. “Had to air it out.”
Carter winces, sympathetic. “I'll give you a lift,” she says.