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without me. I feel like a lazy morning.”
    Richie frowned. Since Sacha’s death, he didn’t like to leave Jana alone. “Keep the door locked.”
    â€œAw. Are you my big black bodyguard?”
    Richie flinched. He knew she wasn’t racist, but sometimes it kind of felt like Jana was dating him to piss off her parents, some kind of extended teenage rebellion. Maybe he was being oversensitive. “Is your new roommate coming today?”
    â€œTonight,” Jana said.
    â€œBe careful with her. Don’t let this get out, but there’s an undercover coming to town. Maybe already here.”
    â€œAnd you think it might be my new roommate?”
    â€œProbably not. They say it’s a guy. Still . . .”
    Jana glanced at him. “How do you know?”
    â€œNorris told me. But hush. It’s not for everyone’s ears.”
    â€œSo I can’t smoke drugs with my new roommate? Man, this is going to be fun.”
    â€œYou can smoke pot. But play it safe with the shit you say. No mentioning Sacha’s extracurricular activities, for example.”
    â€œYou mean her trips to the States with a knapsack full of acid?”
    â€œYeah.” Richie grinned. “Things like that.”
    A chunk of banana splashed into Jana’s bowl, sending drops of milk flying. It grossed Richie out that she didn’t grab a cloth, just let the droplets land wherever.
    â€œI should never have put that ad for a new roommate up so soon,” Jana said. “Sacha’s mom is paying her rent until the end of March, so it’s not like I need the new girl’s money.”
    â€œYou should tell Sacha’s mom to stop paying.”
    â€œI should, right? But she’s rich. I kind of figured it didn’t matter.”
    Richie normally found Jana’s full figure attractive. He liked that she had meat he could grab and an ass that wasn’t bony when he squeezed it. But this morning, she looked fat and selfish, like a cat who thought all the cream should be hers.
    Jana toyed with the tiny braid in her otherwise loose long hair. “What’s the undercover here for? Drugs?”
    â€œNo. He’s here for Sacha.”
    â€œWhat? Why?”
    â€œHer mom don’t think —” Richie cringed from his own grammar. “
Doesn’t
think it’s suicide
.
”
    â€œHer mom should get a grip.”
    â€œYou think Sacha killed herself?” Richie picked up his ski pants, which he’d slung over the back of a chair the night before.
    â€œI know she killed herself — that’s why I’m so mad at her. She wrote me a letter before she went up Blackcomb.”
    â€œShe left a note?” Richie wondered why he didn’t know this already. Norris should have told him; things were supposed to be transparent between them. Unless Jana was making shit up again.
    Jana was tearing up, which Richie wished he had more patience for. If they’d actually been best friends, it would be one thing. But that was all in Jana’s fucked-up head — to Sacha, Jana had just been someone fun to party with.
    â€œHave you shown the note to the cops?” Richie asked.
    Jana shook her head. “I miss her too much to give up the last thing Sacha gave me.”
    Richie dropped his ski pants back over the sofa. He was starting to think there really was a note. “You have to show me.”
    â€œNo. It’s private.”
    â€œJana.”
    Jana wrinkled her mouth. “This is about your business, isn’t it? You think if you show the cops the note, the undercover will go home and you’ll be able to keep selling drugs.”
    Richie lifted his eyebrows, meaning
Duh.
    â€œSo this note is worth a lot of money.”
    â€œYou want me to pay you for it?” Richie wanted to slug her, but kept calm. Hitting women was not in his repertoire — he’d left Scarborough behind, and all his father’s ways with it. “How