I looked her up and down, studying her. The patchwork denim and groupie chic; the colorful furs and knee-high boots. “Close, but trashier. Courtney Love, maybe.”
I glanced at Linda as she returned with the rex piss and set it down, then twisted the cap off and slid it toward her—causing her to gag almost immediately.
“It’s dinosaur piss,” I said. “Ready to drink? I have to warn you, though. It burns.”
She shook her head, breathing heavily, then tried to shirk away. “Valerie,” she said, “Valerie Bennington.” She struggled against her bonds. “What’s it matter, anyway?”
“It matters because your group has taken one of our friends,” I said. “And another one is missing.” I ran a finger along the inside of the can’s opening. “So we need to know who you are. And also,” I sniffed my finger and
