“Yeah?” Cross was on the phone with his sister. We’d returned to Jordan’s, and all of us now stood around Cross’ truck, waiting for the final word. He bent his head down. “The girls left then?” Taz was talking. We could hear her voice, but not what she was saying. “They went to Manny’s?” His eyes lifted to mine. I could read his mind. Fuck. Heather ran Manny’s. She was in charge of the grill while her brother ran the bar. It was a popular hangout for Normals. Anyone who went to Fallen Crest, our neighboring town, was trying to be uppity. Fallen Crest was rich. Millionaires lived there, and knowing Sunday had gone there with the other cheerleaders pissed me off. Roussou was blue collar. We were supposed to stay local. We didn’t get fancy college degrees, or if we did, it was a com