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know very much about any of my bosses.  
    Of course there’s information about them online, and I’ve seen their bios and read interviews. Romeo and Hawthorne are Canadian, but all three attended the same Connecticut boarding school. I know a little about Slade’s family, that they own banks.  
    “It’s not that rocks stars are boring, but they work hard. Harder than I would have imagined. Being the slouch got old. I was… I was watching some of them getting high,” he says with a little laugh that tells me he wasn’t merely an observer, “and we started talking about philosophy. The drummer, who’s big into philosophy, said something about how we all have to earn our places on this earth, whether we’re changing the world or changing diapers in an old folks’ home.”
    “One could argue that such a mindset is the prerogative of the wealthy.”
    “Sure,” Slade says. “You grew up wealthy, so you know how it is.”
    “Why do you think that?” I blurt, but I know the answer. They were able to track me by interrogating that nosy little lawyer of theirs.  
    What was his name? I can’t remember. I haven’t seen him since the awful night when he mistook me for my sister.
    “The way you hold your fork gives you away,” Slade says. He’s joking, but I appreciate the pass because I really don’t want to talk about my childhood.  
    “After that conversation, I found myself looking in the mirror and wondering what I brought to the world.” He laughs. “It helped that I was getting bored with nothing to do. Then Romeo emailed me about a business venture. A month later, instead of flashing my passport, I was flashing my parking pass.”
    “No one can resist a man with a parking pass. Laminated?”
    “Damn right. Both sides. What about you? Ever think about settling down somewhere?”
    “I’m settled here,” I say lightly. I don’t want him to suspect that I plan on running, don’t want him to try to talk me out of it.
    “Good, Lindsay. I like having you around. We all do.” He pulls off the highway.

Chapter 6

    We’re deep in a community of individually gated mansions, each different from the last. I’m finishing a grilled sandwich that we bought in a trendy bar downtown.
    Slade pulls over. While we wait, he tells me stories from what he calls his “misspent youth.”
    When I push him, he mentions names. Pop stars, rock stars, supermodels. I can’t decide if I should be jealous or impressed.
    It occurs to me that another reason I like Slade so much is because he’s a good conversationalist. Romeo is always preoccupied with work, and Hawthorne is incapable of going five minutes without insulting me—just because he pulled my ass out of the fire doesn’t mean that I’m so stupid as to think he’s on my side.  
    In fact, from where I’m sitting, Hawthorne now has dirt on me. He could use it against me. The next time he wants me gone, he doesn’t need to convince Slade and Romeo, doesn’t have to put it to a vote. All he’ll need to do is order me to take a hike.
    I frown.  
    Why the hell am I thinking about that? As soon as I get my car or the insurance money, I’m gonna leave anyway.  
    It’s like my muddled mind can’t quite reconcile itself to the fact that I’m not staying. Well, I have a day to accept that this is over.  
    A few minutes later, Hawthorne’s car appears, followed by Romeo’s. The gate opens, and we all drive through.  
    The house itself is set up on a bit of a hill. The building isn’t gigantic, but it’s certainly not small. It’s modern but with a ranch flair, the sort of construction that the architect likely submitted for awards. There are an awful lot of windows. Good thing Romeo’s got that security gate for privacy.
    I spend the next hour working in front of a glass, closed-in fireplace. I’m tempted to ask if we can light it even though it’s not the right time of year.  
    My bosses sit at the massive dining room table, and their voices are