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We attended a few more panels then hung out in Becca and Easton’s room and ordered delivery from an Italian restaurant at the Venetian. Rodeo called in the middle of dinner to say he and Zahara hadn’t apprehended Marshall but had a good lead and were feeling lucky.
After dinner, I bought a black cocktail dress at a shop in Pandora’s lobby and a six-pack of Death Adder beer from a nearby liquor store. I’d never tried that microbrew. But Easton had recommended it, and I didn’t want to show up to a party empty-handed.
I had just enough time to get back to my room, change into the dress, and take an elevator up to Boyce’s suite. My pulse raced when I knocked on the door. Out of habit, my knock was more of a pounding designed to intimidate occupants inside. That only fueled my embarrassmen
