Page 54 of Exposé

She bobbed her head to the side. "On second thought, I did... once, but it wasn't anything like the movies…or high school, for that matter. I went home early and fell asleep."

"Ouch."

"Yeah. So… sure. I'll go with you. Send me the details."

"You got it."

"I'm going to regret this in the morning. I know it." She stood from her chair and dragged it back to her desk. "It's five o'clock. I'm heading home to get ready."

"It takes you that long?"

"Shut up. Sometimes, these things start early. I wanna be prepared."

"I'll call you." Smirking, I turned back to my computer and clicked on the tab that held a college girl, Julia, who'd OD'd on NZene last week, her profile showcasing her harrowing experience.

She attended the local college as a marketing major and had plenty of photos and videos of her dancing and drinking with her friends. The next set of pictures was of someone laying photographic evidence of her overdose with her on the floor, foaming at the mouth, an EMT kneeling above her, and an array of blue and red lights strobing above in a still photo.

How scared she must have been?

I checked another profile outside of her friend's group, their photos ranging from crying about a hangover to the rave they'd crashed the night before with wild hallucinations.

According to the photo's metadata, they weren't in the same location as Julia, but the setup was the same.

Is it the same person putting these on?

Does he have something to do with the drug distribution?

How many local rave organizers could there possibly be?

I flipped through account after connected account and filed through countless pictures, sending a wild, unnatural yearning to join in through my system.

Would Nate be into this?

Maybe he'd want to go?

Nah, probably not.

My cursor paused on the photo of a man standing behind the DJ booth, his hand in the air, his other pinning a headset to one ear.

I've seen him before.

Scouring backward through a portion of the photos, I found him again, each time standing at the DJ booth with a bunch of dancing people beside him.

Different parties…same DJ.

Holy shit.

"DJ Kabier put on an amazing night. As always."

"No better DJ than DJ Kabier,"another profile said.

"DJ Kabier… Okay." I downloaded the picture and did a reverse image search through the search engine.

I glanced at the time as I hit the fourth page filled with results.

Eight-oh-five.

I still have time.

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