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As always, it was easier to get into the Baryo than out. The officer on duty waved me through with barely a glance. I turned into the narrow alley between the Chez Flechier and Hoshizushi restaurants, and the door to my tower slid open when the scanner identified me.
When I reached my apartment, I saw with relief that it was dark inside. But as soon as I stepped across the threshold, the lights came on, revealing my father, my mother, and Joseph, all waiting in the living room with scowls on their faces.
I jumped and put a hand over my heart. “Jezukristo, you scared me.”
“Where were you?” my father demanded.
“I told you. Out with some friends.”
“The police were here.”
My heart beat even faster. “What did they want?” I asked in a voice of feigned innocence.
“The real reason, o
