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A little after one a.m., Rebecca made it back to her apartment.
Courtney was curled up asleep on the sofa, the TV on, but woke up as soon as she heard the front door shut. She sat up. “I was getting worried about you.”
“I’m fine,” Rebecca said wearily. “Glad to be home.”
The two decided Courtney should share the queen-size bed with Rebecca. She’d find it more comfortable than the sofa, and they had shared a bed many times when growing up. As they put clean sheets on it, and got into their nightclothes, Rebecca told Courtney a little about the crime scene.
“It’s such a shame,” Courtney said. “When you told Pierre and Richie that another friend had been murdered, it made it all much more real to me. Before then, I’ll confess, it was like a movie—all fake.”
“I wish it were fake,” Reb
