Page 34 of Dance of Devils
Dove frowns, giving me a surprised and confused look. “What? No, you’re not.”
I just stare at her.
Dove’s brows knit. “Brooklyn, do you notknow?”
“Know…what?”
She shakes her head. “Kir is friends with Ivan Yelchin. The AD.”
Dove insistson having one of her father’s men drive me home.
“Hey, it’s one less goon prowling around here making sure I don’t break out,” she’d joked dryly.
But instead of having him drop me off near Pearl, I ask him to let me out back at the Mercury Theater, where I left my bag, not to mention my share of the leftover sandwiches.
I’m tugging it all out of my locker in the darkened changing room when my phone lights up with a text.
Maya Garza
Fuck, dude, I got slammed with some stuff earlier and totally forgot to text you before.
Maya Garza
Some guy was looking for you at my apt today.
I frown at the screen.
Me
Someone from Diego’s office?
Maya Garza
No. He was weird.
Maya Garza
Fucking smoke show tho lol
Me
laughing emoji
Marya Garza
No, girl, like fine as FUCK. 10/10 would bang in public and let impregnate me
Me
lol
Me
Did he say who he was? Or leave a business card?
Maya Garza
Nope. Said he’d come back later but I got weird vibes and told him you’d be gone then, too, lol
