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earlier.”
He shot a meaningful look at Becky, who leaned away and passed that
look on to me.
    I
wished the migraine medicine would kick in faster. “She knows
about Nethiun.”
    “ You
actually reported him to the police, then?” she asked, staring
at me incredulously.
    Folding
my arms, I looked from her to the detective. “Yeah. And I was
told they couldn't do anything about him until he did something
'illegal' or whatever.”
    Remmy
sighed in exasperation, glancing over his shoulder at the wreckage.
“Listen, Gale, I'm only following procedure. So, unless you
want to tell me this Nethiun fellow had something to do with this
accident, I'll leave you be so you can go get some rest.”
    Hesitating,
I followed his eyes to the place I had almost had my life cut short
earlier. Nethiun
did have something to do with this, actually, but not in the way
you're thinking, detective.
    He
actually saved me.
    “ Detective,”
I said slowly, forming my words precisely. “I do want to amend
my statement, actually.”
    “ You
do?” he asked, seeming surprised.
    Nodding,
I adjusted my backpack, looking him straight in the eye. “I'd
like to remove my statement entirely. I don't want to report
anything against Nethiun any longer.”
    “ I—excuse
me?” he blurted, freezing his hand on the pen in his chest
pocket. “You want to remove the report? Why would you do
that?”
    Turning
on my heel, I half faced away from Remmy. “Please, just get
rid of it. It was a mistake to report him, that's all that matters.
Come on Becky, I'd like to lie down now.”
    Her
face was blank, I caught the wide eyed look she offered the
detective. “Uh, okay. I guess... um, bye, detective?”
Even her words blared her uncertainty to the world.
    As
I walked off down the side of the road, she followed after me with
loud clicks of her heels. When we had left the scene far enough
behind, she grabbed my upper arm and hissed out a stream of
surprise. “Gale! What the hell was that all about?”
    “ What
do you mean?” I grumbled, shaking off her hold.
    “ You
know what I mean!” Flipping her long curls of hair, she easily
kept pace with me. She was a master at walking in those stilettos.
“Why would you report the guy stalking you, then just...
randomly revoke it?”
    Shrugging,
my mind flashed with those unnerving white eyes that held no shine.
“I just don't think it matters. I was... too quick to make a
report, I think.”
    “ You
think.” She repeated me, words soaked in disbelief. “You think ?
Gale, what happened that you aren't telling me?”
    Crossing
under the lights of the housing district, I moved faster at the
promise of reaching the campus. “Nothing happened.”
    Beside
me, the heavy clacking of heeled shoes stopped. I kept on a few more
steps, before finally giving in and turning around. Becky was
standing still, staring at me with a mixture of annoyance and
curiosity. “What? What is it?”
    Pointing
accusingly, she covered her mouth. “Oh my goodness. You met
him again, didn't you?”
    “ I—what?
No, I mean, no!” Dismayed by how on target she was, I knew my
reaction was giving me away.
    “ Yes!”
She crowed triumphantly, jumping my way with delight. “Yes,
you did! You can't lie to me! When was it, when did you see him? It
had to be before you met up with me, right?”
    Shaking
my head, I continued on my path towards the college. “Drop it,
Becky.”
    Laughing,
she bounced around me like a puppy dog. “I figured it out. I
was right all along! You thought he was some creep, but it turns out
he's a guy with a crush, and now, after your near death experience,
you want to finally give in and date someone! I cracked the code!”
    Holding
my temples, I didn't correct her. It was easier to lie by omission
at that point. Ignoring her giggles, we climbed the grassy hill and
slipped back into our dorm.
    She
continued to babble about how happy she was I'd 'finally met
someone' long after we'd changed into clothes for