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popcorn. I didn’t want this guy to see my face, just in case he really had gone in there to meet Nate.
    I joined the last person in line and kept watching the tall guy. He didn’t look from side to side, just hurried back through the lobby the same way he’d hurried to the wash-room.
    At the far side of the lobby, he disappeared through a door.
    Again, I counted to ten. Then I checked it out.
    There was a small sign on the door: EMPLOYEES ONLY. PROJECTOR ROOM.
    That explained why the guy had been in such a hurry. If you’re in charge of making sure the movie is running, you don’t want to be away from it for long.
    At least I’d learned one thing: The time and place for Nate’s meeting wasn’t here. Now I’d have to follow him after the movie.
    As I slipped back into the theater to find my place, I realized something else. IfMercedes stayed with him and met the two guys in the expensive Mustang convertible, that would probably mean she was part of it too.
    Whatever
it
was.

chapter ten
    After the movie finished, Nate walked out with Mercedes. I joined the crowd leaving the theater and stayed far enough behind so they wouldn’t notice me.
    Outside it was cooler than at the beginning of the evening. It was still pleasant though, and the sidewalks were crowded with people. That made it easier to stay with Nate and Mercedes without being noticed.
    I was afraid they’d go to a restaurant. That would mean standing around outside for an hour or more with nothing to do.
    I was relieved when they walked to Nate’s truck, about half a block down from my car. I was pleased when he tried to hold her hand, and she pulled away. I told myself I wasn’t jealous.
    When they drove off, I jumped into my Toyota.
    From Kensington, he drove along the north side of the river. After a few minutes, he turned right onto the low level bridge to cross the river to downtown. Above it was another bridge guarded by a big statue of a lion on each side. It seemed like the lions were scowling at me.
    Maybe I deserved it.
    I told myself that I was following my brother to find out what kind of trouble he was in so that I could rescue him. Not because I wanted to prove he was in trouble, but because I had been jealous of him my whole life. He was fast. Slick. In the limelight. It never seemed fair that we were as close to identical from head to toe as two humans can be, but I was the one who had started losing my hearing for no reason thatany doctor could find, and he was the one with normal hearing, a normal speaking voice and no implant.
    In my car, I looked up and scowled back at the lions.
    Across the river, Nate turned into Calgary’s Chinatown. In the first week after I got to Calgary, Nate had taken me to a great restaurant in Chinatown. I had loved the food. There was an energy in Chinatown that I loved too—the bright neon signs, people on the sidewalks, busy traffic, horns honking.
    Nate slowed down and signaled that he was going to back into a parking spot.
    Nuts.
    The street was jammed with traffic, and I couldn’t see any open parking spots between my car and his truck. A car behind me honked, because it looked like I was slowing down for no reason.
    I had no choice but to move along and hope that Nate didn’t notice my car as I passed his truck. I hunched down and keptgoing. There was another parking spot half a block away.
    Should I take it?
    I checked my rearview mirror and saw that Nate had jumped from his truck and gone into a small video store between two restaurants.
    So I pulled into the open spot.
    Now what?
    Was he renting a movie?
    But why in Chinatown? That wasn’t close to where his billets lived. And the movie rental place had Chinese characters on the windows, like it specialized in Chinese language movies.
    Why rent there?
    I decided to wait in my car and keep watching in my rearview mirror. If he was just renting a movie, I needed to be in a good position if I