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can tell they’re users.
    Dana didn’t respond, which was her surly way of agreeing with me.
    “You act so tough, and you’re so judgmental,” I continued hotly, “but you’re just like me. You’ll be in danger, too, if someone finds out about you!”
    She stashed her makeup back in her bag and pulled off her T-shirt. She wore her standard white tank underneath it, a black bra beneath that. And when she turned to face me, all traces of Dana-the-Normie were gone. She was back to full-on kick-ass Greater-Than.
    “My sister might be out there,” she said flatly. “Somewhere. Still alive. And I don’t have your homing skills, so I can’t find her the way you found Sasha.”
    Dana was incredibly pessimistic, not just about our chances of finding Lacey, but of finding her still alive. My sister might be out there was the most optimistic language I’d ever heard her use. And that was not lost on me.
    “Dana,” I said helplessly. If she were anyone else, I might’ve moved in to hug her reassuringly, but…I’d tried homing in on Lacey, but since I’d never met her, I’d failed. Apparently I could only find someone using my G-T homing skills if I’d met them first. And even then, it didn’t always work.
    “But you can find Sasha,” Dana continued. “Even though her family’s in hiding— you can find her. And since Sasha’s the one who actually saw Lacey—”
    “We only think she saw Lacey,” I countered. Unfortunately, Sasha still didn’t remember anything about her abduction. Even after we’d brought her home, she’d continued to draw a complete blank about all of it—how she’d been kidnapped, where she’d been held, even how we’d rescued her. The one time we’d met with her and tried to gently question her, she’d gotten terribly upset and her mother had insisted that we leave.
    But Dana and I had had this argument before. Dana wanted to find Sasha and question her again and, if all else failed, try to get me to use my limited telepathy to unlock her memories—and the various awful secrets that were trapped in the little girl’s mind.
    “It’s been months,” Dana pointed out. “Maybe she remembers now. Maybe it would be good for her to talk about it with someone who understands—with you . And if not, at least you can try to—”
    “Read her mind, the way I can read Milo’s?” I finished for her, because we’d already discussed this ad nauseam, too. Forget the fact that the only person on this entire planet whose mind I could read was Milo. I couldn’t read Dana’s mind, couldn’t read Calvin’s, couldn’t read my mother’s or the clerk’s at the CoffeeBoy…
    “You have a connection with Sasha,” Dana argued. “You told me that she smelled that evil sewage smell up in her bedroom, while you were babysitting that time? I’ve been thinking about it, and I’m pretty sure the reason she could smell it was because she was touching you. That has to be it.”
    I shook my head in frustration and disbelief.
    “You have a connection,” Dana repeated. “I’ve been searching for months, Sky, and I’ve got nothing, and I’m out of ideas. And you’re right—I’m taking risks that I shouldn’t. Talking to addicts…” She shook her head, exhaling hard. “You’re right. It’s too dangerous. Sasha—and you—are my only real hope.”
    “Dana,” I started again. I didn’t want the responsibility of being Dana’s only hope.
    She cut me off. “Please.” I’d only heard her use the p-word a handful of times in the months since we’d first met. It didn’t come easy for her. But then she kind of messed it up by adding, “You owe me. After what you did today…?”
    “Yeah.” I got in her face. “Because you would’ve let that little girl get taken, right? You would’ve just stood there and let it happen.” We both knew damn well that Dana would’ve done nothing of the sort. “I was careful. I covered my hair; I disguised my voice; I knew Cal had muddied up