“That’s my street.”
“It’s a lot of streets.”
“That’s my building.” I point past his arm at the white square. But he doesn’t turn to look at it, which is how I know he already knows where it is. “It’s the only one that isn’t colored in.”
Niko exhales through his nose. He sets the beer down. “Ask him,” he says. “I’m just gonna mess up the answer.”
“I’m asking you.”
“I know. I just…” He rubs the back of his neck.
“Is it bad?”
He sighs. “Just ask him,” he says again. “It’s better that way.”
Before I can keep pushing, my phone starts to ring. I look down and see that Priya is calling me, which is really weird, given the late hour.
“Pri? Everything okay?”
“Are you sitting down?” she asks. “Because I’ve been on the phone for an hour and a half and you’re going to want to be.”
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