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"Call your brother, you jackass," I told August "Tell hiuard home I’ll follow her"

I felt torn in a way I couldn’t re before In the past, I’d always respected her boundaries, especially when she was in disguise, trawling for information Either I followed her lead or stayed out of it entirely My stakes in this situation were lower; my stakes were always lower My father may have asked us to ask after Leander, but he wasn’t ht have been in Holmes’s house when it happened, but it wasn’t

I had tried to convince

But it was my best friend as raped,else that wasn’t bolted down She was also the one who could always take care of herself, but here she was, following the giant Geruard into what looked like a sraffiti-covered art squat? a tiny part of my brain asked, A coat closet--is it art?), and dammit, dammit--

Because it was December, or because it was an art installation (who knew?), this closet was filled with coats I hid h I couldn’t see anything, I heard the two of the just fine

"I’ve watched you since you coht up the room"

"It’s hard to miss you, too, you know God, you er than led "Do you want a job?"

I couldn’t nosis I’d never seen Holmes on coke; I didn’t knohat it did to her What it did to anyone, actually What happened, in the movies? Didn’t it make you talk quickly, feel more confident? Was that heroin?

"I have ry ! He isn’t here, is he? I don’t want you to get in trouble"

So howstupid ht, no He send me to check on a man who paints for him, but he is not here either He is stupid Does not return his calls, and he owes hio to East Side Gallery after, since so her into a rack of coats "You come with? After, we party"

"This is a party We could party now," she murmured My head washed with static She can handle this, I told myself She always handles it