said, touching Simone gently on the forearm. âI had to ask about the drugs thing. Even though I pretty much know sheâs clean.â
Every single supposed sighting of Taylor out partying had proved bogus after Brooklyn investigated. Twitter might be a great tool for social media marketers, Photoshop fiends, and for feuding with idiots, but Brooklyn found it a total failure as a credible news source.
âThatâs why I came to you,â Simone said. âYouâve been nothing but fair to Taylorâeven when everyone else is writing crap that isnât true.â
âThanks, but first I need the guest list for the party.â
âOf course. It was only like twenty people, maybe thirty. It was super small. I just sent out texts to everyone.â
âOkay, and did you take any pictures?â
âYeah, but only on my cell. We made every guest check cells at the front door. We didnât want any pictures leaking out. It was a private party. Just kids. No adults. No media and stuff.â
âThat didnât really work out very well,â Brooklyn joked.
Simone giggled.
âWe are going to find herâI promise.â Brooklyn set her phone down in her lap. âBut I have to ask. Simone, why havenât you gone to the police yet?â
Simone hugged her arms around herself and started rocking slowly back and forth. She stared into the park beside the stadium where Holden was walking away.
âI canât,â she said. âIâm afraid of what they might to do me.â
âThey?â
âThe cops.â
âWhy?â
âI could go to jail.â
âSimone, they canât put you in jail for reporting someone missing. If thereâs anything I need to know, please tell me now.â Brooklyn tilted her head. âIf you donât trust me, you have every right to get up and leave and go find someone else. As much as I want to make sure we find Taylor, I canât waste my time on this if you arenât going to entirely trust me.â
Simone sat back down and pushed her sleeves down to cover her hands. âYouâre right. The truth is that I really donât think those guys with the guns were cops.â
âThen who were they?â
âI donât know for sure, but I sort of think they were working with this guy I invited.â
âA friend of Taylorâs?â
âNot really, just this random cute guy. He claimed he was an agentâs assistant, and he had been trying to meet Taylor for the last few weeks. He was literally begging me for an invite to her birthday party.â
âAnd why did you give it to him?â
Simone exhaled. âOkay, I realize this is going to make me look really bad, and I want to say that I feel totally guilty for doing this, but the reason I invited him was because A) He was hot and B) He promised me he would bring drugsâbut not for Taylor, I swear. Just for the rest of us. And he did bring drugs. A lot of them.â
âLike?â
âMolly, Ecstasy, maybe a little coke, too.â
âIs that all?â
âWell . . .â Simone looked away. âSome Adderall and Oxy.â
Brooklyn had never seen a person do drugs in real life. She stopped typing. âA walking Walgreens!â
Simone hung her head. âI know, I know. And youâre probably thinking Iâm a totally horrible human being. There wasa whole stash of drugs inside the house when those cops, or whoever they were, came and shut down the party.â
âSo this guy, this drug dealer dude or whatever, came to the party, and you had a pharmacy of drugs on you, and thatâs why you ran?â
âPretty much. Totally panicked. And by the time I realized what was happening, the guys with the guns had dragged Taylor outside through the gate. I didnât know who to turn to afterward. Except you.â Simone sighed. âBrooklyn, this is literally the entire story.