guy.
âWell put, Gabe,â I said. âI warned him youâd tear him limb from limb if he tried to protect you.â I turned to Bobby. âI donât know about you, but Iâm more scared of Gabriella Sorensen when sheâs pissed than some blind, impeccably coiffed FBI agent.â
Bobby Pendell looked like he might have turned three shades of green. But it was kind of tough to tell in the dim light.
Gabeâs expression softened. âWhen are you going to learn, Bobby, that I am not made of eggshell china? Stop trying to be a hero. We are all in this together.â She flashed me a mildly hostile look. âAt least some of us are.â
âSometimes, I mean, most of the timeâI want to kick him in the face, but donât shit on Glass,â Bobby blurted. âHeâsâ¦heâs my f-fâ Heâs my friend.â
âCue the heartwarming music,â I said.
âLeave it to you to spoil any moment,â Marisa said coldly, releasing my hand.
I shivered. Something told me that while my fledgling friendship with Bobby Pendell was warming, there was an ill wind blowing through my relationship with Marisa Perez.
My stump began to throb inside of Veronica.
And the thing I wanted badly at that moment, more than I wanted anythingâwas a drink.
23
Bobby
Saturday: 11:42 PM
I caught the tail end of the look Marisa flashed at Jeremy and the way his face kind of fell. I could see the tiny hairline cracks starting to form in that jokerâs mask he wore. And I realized that Jeremy Glass wasnât all that different than me. He just danced along the edges of a different kind of brink.
âI donât get it,â Marisa said. âYouâre saying the same person attacked Brittany and me? Yet hers was a woman?â
âI donât know,â I said. âIâm just pretty sure it is, becauseâ¦â
âYou saw both attacks for yourself,â Marisa finished for me.
I nodded and said softly, âYeah.â Marisaâs eyes were dark, shiny, and bird-bright. I got the sense that she was wearing her own kind of mask. And it didnât fit that well either.
âWhy donât we see if thereâs anything else downstairs,â Gabe said, her voice frosty. âSince youâre all nice and safe in your freakout-proof suit.â
I let the girls walk on ahead of us out of the sanctuary into the brightly lit stairwell and waited for Jeremy. From the way they leaned in to speak and laughed at their own secret jokes, it was obvious they had gotten close pretty quickly. Which was nice, because at least Gabe would already have a friend when she came here next fall.
But Jeremy wasnât keeping up. He shuffled along, a few feet behind, and instead of his usual smirk, he wore a barely disguised grimace. âVeronica again?â I asked.
He shook his head. âNo. I can always count on her, at least.â
âWhatâs up, Glass?â
âAnd you care why? Thought you were just tolerating me.â
I sighed. âYou really did put a first-rate effort into that. But itâs kind of hard to hate you,â I said. âEven if you are a total a-hole.â
He shrugged and smiled, but his eyes were misty. âNice to know my work is appreciated,â he said.
âDo you think they heard the end?â I asked abruptly. âAgent Reston wasnât anywhere near the couch when she told us about the ticking clock. Maybe Gabe only knows about the psychic epilepsyâ and not the rest.â
âYou mean, not about the fact that you might have only seventy-two,â he glanced at his watch, âmake that sixty-eight hours to live?â Jeremy looked down, distracted. âI donât know. Why do you keep everything from that girl? Sheâs as tough as old leather. And worth more than gold. Youâre a lucky guy.â
My head snapped toward him, my gaze narrowed. Iâd caught the way he