Leonard
Carter drags me to Low Vice. Apparently Margot wants to install swings in a couple of the playrooms, and she needs us to consult on weight-bearing beams and whatnot.
“She has the prints, it’ll take two seconds,” Carter says. “Don’t make me go there alone.”
“Coward,” I say, but without any weight. I wouldn’t want to go alone, either. With feeling so raw after Evie’s departure, and seeing everyone else happily exchanging power, it would f*****g hurt.
“Speaking of cowards,” Carter says as we approach the back entrance, “have you even tried calling Mark?”
“Yes, I’ve tried,” I say as the bouncer lets us in with a nod. “The asshole won’t answer and he won’t text back. I went to his place yesterday morning and he still isn’t home, neither is Evie.”
Low, pulsing bass fills my ears as
