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almost jogging in place, like she wants to stay where she is. Maybe she’s waiting for someone to catch up. She’s not very large. I don’t feel particularly worried about her. But still, something tickles along my spine. Anybody acting out of the ordinary is something I should notice.
    I wonder if I should turn around and go back the other way. But the bus stop is just around the corner. I can hop on and be home in ten minutes if the route is on time.
    So I push on.
    I keep my eyes down on the sidewalk as I approach this girl, although I can see her ankles and shoes. I’m about to pass her when she grabs my shoulders and throws me against the chain-link fence.
    I fight against her, but she shoves even harder and I realize I’m falling backward. This section of the fence is cut, and the crumbling vines part to let me through. The exposed wires snag my jacket, tearing at the leather.
    The girl shoves me again and I hit the ground inside the cemetery.
    She ducks through.
    I scramble back on my hands and feet like a crab, trying to get away from her. She stands up and walks alongside me. It’s ridiculous, me on the ground, scooting away, and her following along. I stop and roll over so I can stand up.
    I don’t want to get too far from that hole in the fence. It’s hard to see with the trailing vines. If I take off running, I’ll just hit wall after wall. I’m sure the front gate is locked tight by now.
    “What do you want?” I ask, willing my voice to be steady. But it’s almost a squeak.
    “You don’t remember me, do you?”
    I can’t see anything but her eyes. But her voice does seem familiar.
    “Are you one of Striker’s friends?”
    “Something like that.”
    “What do you want?” I ask again, taking a few steps back.
    “I told you to break up with him.”
    “I did!”
    “And then you flew to LA just to let him bone you?”
    Bone you . That was very familiar. Only one girl ever used to say that.
    “Lani?” I ask. She was Parker’s longtime friend.
    She pulls down her hood. “So you do remember me.”
    “Why are you involved with this?”
    She walks in a circle around me. Her hair is tied back in braids. She’s not much different from how I remember.
    She’s not answering, just looking at me as she paces. When Parker and I were dating, Lani was always working out at the gym. I don’t remember her actually doing any fighting, but she was constantly around. She had a brother who was a fighter, I think.
    Then it dawns.
    “Is Striker your brother?”
    She reaches out and thumps me on the head with her thumb. “She remembers!”
    “I didn’t know him then.”
    “Sounds like you do now!” She’s still walking around me. It’s making me anxious, this endless circling.
    I take a few steps away to mess up her pattern. She halts.
    “I think he took a shine to you in Vegas,” she says.
    I remember Striker looking at me, my dress up around my thighs. How angry that blue-haired girl would get.
    “He has a girlfriend,” I say.
    “He has toys,” she spits out. “An annoying habit of his.”
    I don’t know what she wants, but I feel like I need to cut this short. “I have to get home,” I say and start moving toward the cut fence.
    In several quick steps, she has cut me off. “To see your little girl?” she asks.
    God, I hope Parker has called Colt and that they are at Mom’s house. “You stay away from her,” I say.
    “Or you’ll do what? Sew me to death?” she laughs. “When I saw you were a grunt for that stupid designer, I couldn’t stop laughing. Do you pick out buttons?”
    Whatever. I couldn’t care less that she’s making fun of my job. I try to go around her to the fence.
    Her arm flies out to stop me. “We’re not done here.”
    I fling it off. “Yes, we are. You keep threatening me, I’ll take it to the cops.”
    “No,” she says, with enough force to make me pause. “You would have called them by now if you were going to.”
    I start walking again.
    “You