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much already.
    Luckily, Emma simply nods her head.
    “You working for anyone?” she asks.
    “No, it’s only me,” I say. Then I’m confused about what she’s even asking. “Wait, what do you mean?”
    Stupid . I don’t know why, but I’m slipping up. I haven’t told her anything important—haven’t even scratched the fucked-up surface that is my past—but there’s no reason I should be telling her anything .
    She just smiles and nods at my bag.
    “Buy me an arepa and maybe I’ll tell you.”
    If Rey were here, we’d be fleeing. Gone. I wouldn’t have even been given the chance to talk to Emma. But as much as I imagine Rey’s voice shouting at me to excuse myself and blend in with the crowd and make a break for the nearest sparsely inhabited island, he’s not actually here.
    Besides, I haven’t talked to anyone in a long time. Not really. Maybe I’ll learn something useful. And if anything goes wrong and she leads me into a trap or something, I’ve got telekinetic powers and the ability to fly away. I’m practically untouchable.
    “Okay,” I say, forcing a little smile. “What’s an arepa?”
    She takes me to a little food stand up the beach and I order two arepas. When the cart owner tells me it’ll be six dollars, Emma says something in Spanish and the owner scowls.
    “Three dollars,” he says, handing over two golden disks that shine in the sunlight. I pay and we walk away. The beach is on one side of us, a row of luxury hotels on the other.
    “What was that about?” I ask. I bite into my arepa, which turns out to be one of the most delicious things I’ve ever eaten—savory-sweet corn cakes sandwiching melted white cheese. I’m in heaven.
    “Just keeping that guy from taking advantage of you,” Emma says. “He thought you were a tourist.”
    “What’d you tell him?”
    “Just that I knew he was overcharging you.” She pauses for a beat. “ Maybe I mentioned my brother’s name. He’s kind of a big deal around here.”
    “What do you mean?” I ask.
    “Let’s just say if you were lifting those wallets for someone, it’d probably be him.”
    “What, is he like . . . a gangster?” Even as the words come out I realize how dumb they sound, but my mind immediately went to a mob movie I caught the day before when I’d spent half the waking hours in a theater. Cheese strings from my mouth to the golden half moon in my hand.
    “Something like that.” Emma looks at me and smirks. I feel stupid, like some kind of naïve kid.
    “So do you work for him?” I can’t picture her as one of the femme fatales from the movies. She’s too young, obviously, but also too friendly. “Is this the part where a black car drives up and I get shoved in and held for ransom or something?”
    “I’d probably choose someone who wasn’t picking pockets if I was going to try to get some kind of ransom money,” she says with a little smirk. “No, I don’t work for my brother. I’m nothing like him. Don’t even talk to him, really. Besides, the last thing I want is someone telling me what I can or can’t do. Especially if that someone is as stupid as my brother.”
    I smile, genuinely. I can kind of get where she’s coming from.
    “Besides,” she adds. “He thinks I’m too young and that he doesn’t want me involved.” She lets out a long sigh between bites of her snack. Her mouth is half full when she speaks again. “So where are you from?”
    “Why are you talking to me?” I ask, ignoring her question. She looks a little confused. “I mean, why did you come talk to me on the beach?”
    “I wanted an arepa.”
    “Sure.”
    “Okay. I saw you around and knew what you were doing. I figured you could use a few pointers. I thought maybe you’d be my new beach buddy. I’m tired of working alone.”
    “Working?” I ask. “What do you mean?”
    She stops in the middle of the sidewalk, grins and then pulls a black leather billfold from her pocket. The first wallet I stole—the one