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Once I returned to my house, I left Selene a voicemail confirming I’d pick her up the next day at six o’clock and the address, which Laura had sent me. I wondered what Selene’s plans for the evening could be, but it was none of my business unless she was hanging out with the scar-faced assailant, in which case she wouldn’t invite me along, anyway.
My next call was to the number Jade had given me on the third page of the itinerary printout. She picked up on the second ring, and it sounded like she was in a club somewhere.
“Oh, right, I remember you!” she shouted over the music, and I had to hold the telephone away from my ear.
“Can we meet tomorrow?” I asked.
“Can’t. Campbell pushed the trip up so the whole happy f*****g family can be together.” Her level of sarcasm indicated she wa
