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    “Could you be any noisier?” Dana’s irritation cut through, and we all instantly sobered. We were also instantly blinded.
    She was standing at the entrance to theater six and she was shining an old-school flashlight directly into our eyes.
    “Sorry,” I said, adding, “Do you mind?”
    Dana lowered the beam to the floor in front of us, and Cal silently led the way past her and inside.
    “Hi.” Garrett held out his hand to Dana. “I’m—”
    “I know who you are.” She cut him off. “Shut up and get inside. Milo?”
    “Got it. Hey, Sky.” Milo appeared out of the gloom of the theater. He reached to close the door with one hand even as he briefly touched me—his hand against the side of my head, tucking my hair behind my ear. It was enough for our telepathic connection to snap on. You’re okay . His relief was powerful, but he double-checked with a question. Are you okay?
    I am , I told him and zapped him with a fast-forward version of the events at the Sav’A’Buck. It was meant to reassure him, like, See how well I handled things? But his reaction to seeing that deadly assault weapon was a rather loud Dear God!
    “I’m okay,” I told him out loud.
    “She’s obviously okay.” Dana echoed me, her impatience evident in her tone. “Do you mind saving the big Hollywood kiss for later?”
    Milo let go of me, and I sent him a rueful smile with an eye roll, but the smile he gave me back was forced, with only a flash of dimples, before he closed the theater door, leaving the boys inside and Dana and me alone in the lobby.
    She stomped away from the door, gesturing impatiently for me to follow, and I silently went with her into the vandalized ladies’ room. For a weird moment, it felt just like we were normal girls on an outing with our friends. Especially since Dana was wearing what I thought of as normie clothes —jeans, flip-flops, and a yellow Coconut Key long-sleeved T-shirt. Most of her tats were covered, and the only leather she had on was a motorcycle saddle bag that she wore over her shoulder like a purse.
    Even her short blond hair, usually worn in intentionally disheveled spikes, was product free and soft around her face, making her look younger and sweeter. Her makeup, too, was intentionally muted. She wore almost none around her ice-blue eyes.
    But as I watched, she set the flashlight on the edge of one of the few remaining sinks and glared at herself in the broken mirror above it. “What,” she said, aiming a pointed look at me. “The hell.”
    “I’m sorry—” I started.
    “ You were supposed to help me today.” Dana cut me off as she reached into her bag for a tube of hair gel. “That meeting in Harrisburg wasn’t for my health, Bubble Gum. I needed you to come looking like your usual”—she gestured toward me—“Susie Goody-Two-Shoes or whatever, so that I could get this Shania girl to talk to me. Instead, she blows me off, and then I get a distress call from Calvin—”
    “If Shania blew you off, if she didn’t come to the meeting,” I pointed out, “then my being there didn’t matter.”
    “Maybe she was nearby,” Dana countered, leaning in toward the mirror. With her hair back to its spiky normalcy, she began to apply her usual thick, black makeup around her eyes. The effect was striking. “Maybe she would’ve emerged if it hadn’t been just me.”
    “You really think she knew something about Lacey?” I asked.
    “I don’t know,” Dana admitted. “She was a user, but she was the closest thing to a lead I’ve had in weeks.”
    “Wait wait wait,” I said. “Shania was a Destiny user? And you don’t think she would have told you anything, any old BS, to get you to give her money? And forget about the fact that she could’ve jokered and killed you! Or, God, told her dealer about you!”
    Destiny users are one of the biggest dangers to girls who are Greater-Thans. If we get too close, they can recognize that we’re G-Ts, kind of in the same way we