He was washing his hands and mentally going over the fastest bus routes to the nearest subway stations when his cell started screaming at him. He didn’t recognize the song but immediately hated it, which meant Hype had somehow gotten her hands on his phone and had been f*****g around with it. Again. God only knew how many other terrible ringtones she’d downloaded. Hopefully he wasn’t going to have to pay for them.
Gabe wiped his hands on his gesso-spattered pants and fumbled the phone out of his pocket and hit the answer button. “This is Gabe.”
“Hey, Gabe. It’s Dee.”
“Hi, Dee, what’s up?” He was walking toward the stairs but slowed down so he could hear her better. He could tell by her voice something was wrong.
“You know that guy? Your client or boyfriend or whatever who’s been coming
