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follow as he charges to the exit.
    “Were you able to see anything?” I ask, having trouble keeping up with his excited steps as we head to the elevator.
    “Oh yeah,” he says with a confident smirk. “I saw somethin’ all right.”
    “Is it relevant enough?”
    “I’d say so.” He turns to me, his chest swelling with unmistakable pride. “I just told Shuman how she’s gonna die.”
     

Chapter Four
    “W ow! Nice necklace, Stark,” Joseph says, taking the seat next to me in the main hall. He leans in closer, eyeing the ruby beaded necklace that now holds the frequency adjuster.
    “Thanks,” I say, running my fingers over the cool faceted ruby beads. “It’s our birthstone, you know.”
    “I didn’t. Is it from Harvey and Harvey?”
    “Yes, it’s from Bob and Steve. For my birthday.”
    “I remember having a birthday as well. Where’s my gift?”
    I ignore him by turning to George. “The last time I saw them, Bob had a fit because the adjuster was tied around my neck with a piece of twine. He said if I had to wear equipment full-time that it deserved to be displayed with class.”
    A slow smile spreads across George’s face. “It is classy. Makes the adjuster look more like an ancient artifact.”
    “I’m glad you like it,” I say, clasping the adjuster between my fingers and turning to Joseph. “Anyway, if you want some fancy jewelry then go get your own pseudo parents.”
    “Nah, I’m good,” Joseph sings, then gives a sudden laugh. “Hey, you reckon Trey owes our fake families money for back child support or somethin’?”
    “Actually, you want to know what’s weird?” I say, having a host of memories rush to the surface suddenly.
    “Besides your fashion sense? Do tell,” Joseph says.
    I roll my eyes. “Well, every year or so my parents would get unexpected money. It was always for different reasons: an overpayment on the insurance policy, a class action settlement they didn’t remember being a part of, different things like that. They actually began joking over the years about what long-lost aunt was going to die that year, leaving us unexpected money. Guess that was Trey, huh?”
    “Just proves you’ve always been the favored child,” Joseph says with a huff. “I can’t ever remember my fake dad getting money.”
    “Or he hid it from you and spent it on booze,” I say, remembering Joseph’s fake father had problems when it came to drinking.
    “Yeah, that’s probably the truth. Still, I think Pops favors you.”
    “Oh, because he elects me for dangerous missions? More like he wants me dead.”
    “Whatever. Well, I’ve got to go see a guy about a thing,” Joseph says, waving to George and me.
    “Fine, just don’t go resurrecting some zombie, would you?”
    “Ha-ha, Stark. Not funny,” he says over his shoulder.
    “One day, we’ll laugh about this whole Zhuang thing,” I say to George, the only person I’ve confided in about the drama. “Well, we’ll laugh if Zhuang doesn’t kill us first.”
    “On another note, and hopefully less morbid,” he says, sweeping crumbs back closer to his plate, “at your party you said there was something you wanted to talk to me about. Is now a good time?”
    My mind flashes on that moment. Hard to believe, less than forty-eight hours ago I thought I had a future with Aiden. I was going to tell George about it, let him down easy. What was the point now? Aiden and I are history. “It’s not important anymore,” I say, dismissing the idea with a wave of my hand.
    He eyes me cautiously. “Well, do you want to talk about the Trey situation?”
    “Not really. Thanks though.”
    “You know, I didn’t know my father,” he says, then bites down on the corner of his bottom lip.
    “Really?” I ask, more surprised by the disclosure than the information. George only goes into “sharing mode” when he’s trying, senses he can make up ground with me.
    “My mother is definitely a Middling, so he must be a Dream Traveler,”