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last diet Pepsi out of his fridge, or as pissed as when he
talks about his ex-wife?”
    “Thankfully not as angry as when he
talks about her .” I shuddered involuntarily. “I don’t think I could have
survived a conversation with that level of malevolence.”
    “Speaking of exes,” Rabbit segued,
“when you were in the bathroom, did I hear you tell Motley that the guy who
shot you tonight was your ex-boyfriend?”
    “I can’t believe you were
eavesdropping on my conversation.”
    “The walls are paper thin in this
place.”
    “Does Motley know that? Since he’s
the one paying your rent, he might want to know the shortcomings of his
investment.”
    “Oh stop, Alice. So, was it really
your ex-boyfriend that shot you?”
    “Yeah. My boyfriend from home. I
was dating him when the November Hit happened and I ran away without telling
him why.”
    “He can join the club, since you
never told any of us why you ran away.”
    “Rabbit, I’m really getting tired
of you constantly drilling me for details about my secret. My reasons for
leaving home have nothing to do with my ability to do my job. What happened
before I met you and Motley is in the past, and it’s staying there.”
    “So if this ex-boyfriend of yours
doesn’t know your secret, and he doesn’t know that you’re here, what is he
doing in Paris?”
    I gritted my teeth. “I have no
clue, and that’s what worries me.”
    “Do you think he recognized you?”
    “I was his first love. Do you
really think he would forget my face?”
    “Not likely,” Rabbit replied.
“Plus, he shot you, and you seem to have that effect on people who know you
well. So chances are good that he recognized you.”
    “Hey,” I said, tossing a pillow at
him, “I resent that.”
    “Speaking of your natural
inclination to piss people off,” he shielded his face from the pillow, “if you
don’t want to risk pissing Motley off more than you already have tonight, you
better rush on catching that flight to Rio.”
    “You’re right.” I rolled off the
bed and walked to the bathroom to get my bag. I stood in the doorway with my
fingers smoothing my hair. “Do you really think my hair looks good like this?”
    “Alice, please don’t miss your
flight.”
    “What about you? Aren’t you coming
to Rio?”
    “I haven’t gotten orders yet.”
    “Oh baloney, you’re going to wait
until I leave and then you’re going to board a privately-chartered plane to get
down there. I know it.”
    “Alice, stop.”
    “Because that’s how it always is.
Motley plays favorites . I am so sick of these games.”
    “Alice, I think I am beginning to
fully understand why your first love felt compelled to shoot you.”

 
     
    Chapter Three: Kitto Katsu
    B ENEATH
THE AIRPLANE’s wing, Paris looked like a hamlet of tiny twinkling dollhouses as
I shot away from the tarmac at Charles de Gaulle Airport. The Eiffel Tower
appeared as a small, gray triangle fading from view. I closed my eyes and
nested into my seat, consoling myself with the thought that getting on the
other side of the world was just what I needed to alleviate the fear of seeing
my ex-boyfriend, Pressley Connard, in Paris. Just thinking about him finding me
after all this time made the airplane feel like a Tilt-A-Whirl ; but I
couldn’t even use my sick bag since that’s where I was hiding my cigarettes
from the flight attendant. This flight was going to be brutal. My legs were
shaking like motors. From behind a pair of oversized face-hiding sunglasses, my
eyes were scanning the length of the airplane aisle, scoping out any potential
dangers. I was constantly on the lookout for people I had made an enemy of.
Motley had gotten me tangled in some tricky situations in the past three years.
I had screwed a lot of people in order to collect bits on the dynamite stick. I
had pretended to be dozens of people, and I had schemed and stolen my way to
some pretty important information. These blackhat criminals I had tangled