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where we found her chained up in a barn along with twenty other girls. Sasha was battered and abused but still alive.
    And—this is the part that’s both wonderful and awful—when Dana used her G-T powers to break Sasha’s chains, the little girl had looked up at her and called her by Dana’s little sister’s name: Lacey .
    We never got to question Sasha because she immediately went into shock and started to scream. Dana mind-controlled her back to sleep, and the next time Sasha awoke, she had no memory of any of it. No recollection of the entire terrible ordeal—or of meeting Dana’s long-missing sister.
    But Dana now had hope that Lacey was still alive, that her little sister was still out there, somewhere, like Sasha had been, even after all these long years since she’d vanished. And Dana was doing her damnedest to track down any possible clues to try to find her. And Cal, Milo, and I were doing our damnedest to help. If that meant going into Harrisburg, we’d go into Harrisburg, whether we liked it or not.
    I finished filling a blue plastic pistol and was reaching into Cal’s backseat for an identical green one when a voice startled me.
    “What are you doing?”
    I jumped and hit my head against the inside frame of the car door. “ Ow! ”
    “I’ve been standing here, watching you for a while, and I just can’t figure it out.” The voice came from behind me, clear and deep and disturbingly familiar. “I keep thinking you and Williams both come from money. If you’re looking to war-game or play whatever the hell you’re going to play, you should be able to afford paint guns. I mean, they’re just not that expensive.”
    It was Garrett Hathaway.
    As in the Garrett Hathaway who had claimed his spot at the tippy-top of my ish list, mainly because he had proactively, albeit quietly, tortured “Williams,” a.k.a. Calvin, for years.
    Yes, it was the same douche-tastic Garrett Hathaway who had hit on me relentlessly a few months ago—mostly to piss off Calvin, but also because he truly believed that all he had do to was point his finger, and whatever girl he wanted would fall at his feet. I could tell that he still didn’t quite believe that I’d turned down the fantastic opportunity to sleep with him. He was rich; he was tall, dark, and handsome; he was a football player and insanely popular— and he was an incredible douche.
    He stood in front of me now with his blue eyes, his ever-present spray tan, and his rippling muscles. Beneath his football jacket, he wore a snug-fitting designer T-shirt that probably cost more than most Harrisburg residents’ entire annual salaries.
    As usual, I wasn’t impressed.
    And since I’d managed to whack my temple on the door frame of the car, Garrett was no longer just a pain in my ass; he was also a pain in my head.
    “You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered as I focused on finishing the task at hand. Cal and I needed to hit the road sooner rather than later. Dana wasn’t exactly a patient soul in the best of times, and in her current searching-for-Lacey state, she’d be really unhappy if we were late for our date in Harrisburg.
    “Are you and the Cal-ster going gunning for old people down by the duck pond?” Garrett asked. “I did that once—it was awesome.” He held up his hands as if to block his head as he did a quavering and insulting imitation of an elderly woman. “ No, no, I just had my hair done! Today would be super-diabolical because it’s so cold.”
    “Oh Lord,” I said. “No, we’re not gunning for little old ladies.” But I was standing there with a neon water gun in my hand, and it occurred to me how absurd I probably looked. Especially since Garrett was right—it was cold today, for Florida. This morning we’d been hit with a front, bringing the temperature down into the fifties. It definitely wasn’t Arctic—having lived for most of my life in New England, I knew what cold really was—but even in my fleece hoodie, I felt