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interested in, but on the other he realized that, had it not been for the crisis they found themselves in, they
would never have even met. In fact, with him being from the ritzier part of Mount Prospect and her being
from the trailer park, he wondered if they would have ever had anything to do with each other.

That all seemed so petty now. What was so important about how people looked and acted and dressed,
or how much money their parents made, had nothing to do with their personal worth. Maybe some
people would have been embarrassed to date someone from a lower class than themselves, but Judd had
already seen how shallow that was.

When he talked to Vicki and spent time with her, he realized she was the same per-son whether she
wore his mother's clothes or whether she wore her own. With or without makeup, with or without
jewelry, who she was came through. At first her grammar was lazy and she used a lot of slang. But she
knew better. It was clear she had a good mind. She had been even more rebellious than Judd, and it was
clear she had seen how wrong she had been too.

Judd wanted to talk about the sting they were about to witness, but there was nothing to say. It had all
been planned and laid out, and as far as they knew, neither LeRoy nor Cornelius suspected a thing. The
only ques-tion was whether Talia had figured out what was happening. She had told Vicki that her
brother and LeRoy were looking to cash in on insurance money. That had given him the idea of how to
trap them. Would Talia catch on to that? And if she tipped the two guys off, would they avoid the sting or
come in shooting?

For sure they would come armed. Both had enough enemies to make them look over their shoulders no
matter where they went. That was why Sergeant Fogarty insisted that, while Judd and Vicki could come
and watch, they had to be behind the protective one-way mirror, out of the way if anything bad hap-
pened.




Vicki wasn't sure yet what she thought of Judd. She had heard his story enough that she felt she knew it
as well as her own. She was surprised at how similar they were, both having been rebellious kids. But
she couldn't imagine why a rich kid would rebel against a setup like he had: his own room in a huge,
expensive home, permission to drive his par-ents' cars, the latest clothes, the best gadgets, and never
having to work. What was to rebel against? While she had always told herself she hated her parents'
religion and rules, it was really where they lived that she hated.

Vicki never would have admitted that to a rich kid. In fact, she would have defended the trailer park and
its people over the pho-nies who lived in the big houses and didn't seem to care about anyone. Sure, her
neigh-bors could be loud and destructive, but look what kind of lives they led. No one could get ahead.
They were all working to just get by. Vicki had wanted to get out of that environ-ment, and she had the
sinking feeling it would never happen.

Now, here she was, trying to convince her-self she could fit into a different culture. But was it just living
in a rich kid's home that made her look and think and act and even talk differently? She knew better than
that. She had grown up overnight, and like Judd often said, the things they used to think were so
important weren't so important after all. Her biggest change, though she looked differ-ent, was inside.
She didn't have to apologize for being a trailer-park girl.

She certainly didn't feel as if she were somehow from a lower class of people than Judd was. He had