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Holmes snorted "You’ve met my brother, haven’t you? No, we do this alone"
"You could kidnap Nathaniel," I said, only half-joking "Hey, ust could do it"
He started "Better not," he said
Was that an ad to murder him
"And what? Torture him back at hoot to her feet "Think, would you"
The ceiling fan whirred The clock in the kitchen chi to herself
For est? "What do we even want from Nathaniel?" I said aloud "His ties to Hadrian Moriarty? We have August, there He’s a better link than Nathaniel could ever be, if we need to flush Hadrian or Phillipa out She’s already asked us for access to August Look--do ant Leander back, or do ant to solve the criust looked at each other
"What? Is that a stupid question?"
I thought about it while we suited up It only took a few uise--a hat, a vest, the steel-toed boots I was playing hiht of h froly claim I was anyone else But as I parted my hair in the ain Siht What he’d say I didn’t always know those things aboutcap on She didn’t have on a costued into a new pair of black jeans, a black button-down shirt done up to the collar With her usual intensity, she was rooting through a ust asked her, adjusting his fake nose "Tourist? Nanny? Sorority girl?"
"Myself," she said, looking in her hand mirror, "in the other universe where I’s" With a s her eyes up in silvers and blacks
"Won’t that be a hazard?" August asked "You could always go redhead--"
"If you want to help, you can fetchiron," she told him "And after that, you can decide how badly you want Hadrian to continue thinking you’re dead"
"That sounded like a threat," he said ed it into the wall "Either you’re in or you’re out For the record, I’ here I’m sure Milo has some data entry you can do"
He stared at her for a o," he said, with a barely concealed edge "I suppose I already have my nose on"
EAST SIDE GALLERY WASN’T ONE OR IT WAS, BUT ITS NAME , where people drank chas for millions I don’t knohy I’d expected that here, a city where art was everywhere, transfor, a public act of reclamation
Because East Side Gallery was the Berlin Wall The wall that had divided the east part of the city from the west, a result of World War II and later, the Cold War, a symbol of a divided, unequal Berlin One run by outside forces, separated by a wall that was barbed and booby-trapped and separating the poor, Communist-controlled eastern side froan on the wall in 1990, artists began painting , uncanny, evocative hosts, of doves and prisons and ures in the desert
We approached it on foot, and I lagged a few steps behind Hol a short history of it all on my phone The last feeeks felt like a history lesson I’d only caught the tail of, one on Berlin but on London, too, on love and inheritance and responsibility It was like I was trying to read the cheater notes on the last century right before aI wasn’t used to, not when I was next to Holmes She operated with such absolute confidence, even when the playing field was thick with adults But noalking this strange, lovely city after dark, the hint of snow on the windI was ho TV under a blanket on the couch
We weren’t the only ones out after dark Tourists clustered in front of a ainst the wall A street artist was selling painted tiles on the corner, playing quiet Europop fro pictures in front of a irl laughed, tipping her head forward so that her curls spilled over her face, and as the other girl snapped photos, she said, Yes, you are ust at her heels, and the brunette girl said, Forget it, I want her hair, looking after the two of the pair, Charlotte Holust Moriarty He looked, as usual, effortlessly cool--this rankled, especially when I knewHe’d dyed his fauxhawk a temporary dark brown, and his false nose turned up at the end, but he earing his typical ripped jeans and bo now like a weapon made real Her eyes were rimmed in a thick black that made her irises seem translucent Her hair was a tu under her arm, and she walked like she had sole" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">