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his license plate.” We smeared dirt and mud on Cal’s car’s identifying plates every time we went to Harrisburg, along with loading our water guns. “We dropped disinformation,” I added. “With a fake name.”
    “Hoshitski?” Dana asked, heavy on the Are you effing kidding me ? “Yeah, that’s awesome. That’ll work to fool everyone. Especially Garrett freaking Hathaway, who is now blackmailing you into helping him to…what? Find some stupid girl he wants to sleep with?”
    “I’m pretty sure Jilly is a G-T.” I quickly recounted the story of the hovering TV remote.
    “Better and better,” Dana said darkly. “But apparently blackmail works with you, so I’m doing it, too. You want me to help you with your little Garrett McDouche problem? Fine. I’ll help. But you have to help me find Sasha in return.”
    “I’m not sure that’s technically blackmail,” I started.
    “Whatever,” she said and took the flashlight off the sink, leading the way back out of the room. “Garrett can make it part of his blackmail. I’ll get him to do it.”
    I laughed as I raced to follow her. “You wouldn’t.”
    “Just watch me.”
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    Dana was serious. She made a deal with Garrett right in front of me. She’d help me to help him find Jilly—but only if he pressured me into helping her locate Sasha. Which he immediately did.
    “In return, I’ll stay quiet about everything I’ve seen,” Garrett promised.
    “Nice,” I told Dana, aware that Milo was shaking his head as he leaned against the far theater wall.
    The really stupid thing was that Garrett didn’t need to use blackmail to get us to help a fellow Greater-Than. Cal and I both had been willing and ready to help find Jilly from the moment Garrett had uttered the words remote and hovering and in mid-freaking-air .
    And likewise, I was fully onboard with helping Dana find Lacey. I just wasn’t convinced that re-traumatizing little Sasha was going to help. But that was a conversation we’d have again later.
    Here and now, Dana was upholding the other part of our agreement by giving Garrett a crash course in both Greater-Thans and Destiny addicts, on a “For Dummies” level. It was laden with f-bomb droppage, maybe in an attempt to connect on Garrett’s level, or maybe because she was still pissed.
    Just imagine the f-word inserted at every opportunity for an adjective, and in some other extra-creative places, too.
    “Greater-Thans like me and Sky and presumably Jilly”—Dana was lecturing—“can naturally access more of our brains, due to an unusual enzyme in our blood. With practice, we can hone our individual talents and turn them into superpowers.”
    “Like flying,” Garrett supplied from his seat on the bare floor. Someone had removed the rows of chairs from the theater, probably back when the mall first closed, and short metal spikes dotted the slanted concrete. He sat upright, cross-legged and alert, like the most attentive (and largest) kindergartener in the world.
    “Yeah, I don’t know any G-Ts who can fly.” Dana dismissed that. “Although some of us can make people appear to fly.” She demonstrated by picking up Calvin, chair and all, and gently whirling him across the room.
    “ Heh-heh-heh ,” Garrett said, springing to his feet. “Do me! Do me!”
    “No one’s doing you,” Dana said with disgust.
    “A warning next time, please,” Cal said, motoring back to where he’d been. There was only one spot in theater six where we could sometimes get Internet access on his phone, and he was clearly using it to search for something.
    “The biggest problem with being a Greater-Than,” I told Garrett as he sat back down, “is that somewhere, somehow, some evil genius discovered that if they took that enzyme that’s in our blood—it’s actually in the blood of most girls, there’s just significantly more of it in a Greater-Than—”
    “With that enzyme and a bunch of other ingredients, they created a drug called