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I’m not even sure what my problem is. What’s the big deal? So what if some reporter does a piece on Halli being in love with some guy who works for her parents? What difference does it make to me? It’s not my life. And would the real Halli even care? Or would she just laugh about it?
I’m crouched down, hiding in this little alcove with Red, a few buildings away from where the flat is. People are passing by, going home or on their way out, and I watch between their weaving legs, switching off between looking at the door to the apartment building to see if anyone comes out, and watching the street to see if the car has arrived yet so Red and I can just leap in and make a fast getaway.
I really expected to see Jake or even Bryan come out after me, but maybe Bates is doing what I asked a
