We don't have an address," I said, "but we do know where he works." "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation. "Based on past experience, I hope not.
Becca FitzpatrickHer hair was strawberry blond, and she had the shape of a popsicle stick: turn her sideways and she practically disappeared.
Becca FitzpatrickHere it comes," she said with an expression of pure bliss. "Drug rush ... any moment now ... the surge of warmth ... bye-bye, Mr. Pain..." "Vee-" "Knock, knock." "This is really important-" "Knock, knock." "It's about Elliot-" "Knock, knoooock," she said in a singsong voice. I sighed. "Who's there?" "Boo." "Boo who?" "Boo-hoo, somebody's crying, and it's not me!" She broke into hysterical laughter.
Becca FitzpatrickI'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
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