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"Really Sounds British, or so"
"Well," I say, "it’s not What’s Winer?"
"German," Steve says "So youclasses?"
"Audio Craft," I correct hiirl talking about, back there? About Lindsay only being nice so long as you don’t leave your stash lying around in plain sight?"
"You sure are interested in Lindsay," Steve says By this time, his opponent has finally failed to sink a shot and is waiting i, "Steve Your turn," every few seconds
But Steve is ignoring hi on my arm and say, "Come on, Heather I see some other people I knoant to introduce you," which is a total bald-faced lie anyway
"Well," I say, looking Steve dead in the eye, "she was a special girl"
"Oh, she was special, all right," Steve agrees tonelessly
"I thought you didn’t know her," I point out
"Okay," Steve says, dropping his pool cue and htened convulsively on my arm "Who the fuck is this bitch, McGoren?"
"Jesus Christ!" The voice, co from behind us, is, unfortunately, fa Winer, one ararbed nonvanity size 8 (it’s nice to see the Winer boys aren’t sizeist) Doug’s pointing at uy who tried to break my hand yesterday!"
All the amiability has vanished from Steve’s face "Soooo," he says, not without some satisfaction "Friend from class, huh?" This is directed at Gavin And not in a friendly way
I instantly regret the whole thing Not the fact that I’uitar, with Lucy curled at otten Gavin involved Granted, he volunteered But I should never have taken hilint in Steve’s eyes It’s as cold and hard as the frozen ton in the park below us
I don’t know if this is the guy who killed Lindsay But I do knoe’re in trouble Big trouble
Gavin doesn’t appear to be as convinced as I a, "What’re you talkin’ about, man?" is any indication "Heather’sto score so "She ith that guy who came to my room and asked me all those questions about Lindsay She’s a fuckin’ cop"
Since Gavin genuinely has no idea what Doug is talking about, his indignation is quite believable "Hey, lare at the smaller Winer "You been samplin’ a little too much of your oares? Crack is whack, ya know"
Steve Winer folds his arms across his chest In contrast to his black sweater, his forearms look darkly tanned Steve has obviously been in a warm climate recently "I don’t deal crack, nimrod"