“Anywhere else she might have gone?” Pace asks, glancing at her. “Could help us narrow it down.” Her forehead creases pensively. “Maybe the bakery?” She flicks her eyes at Lex. “I, uh, wanted a cake designed for the graduation afterparty.” Lex looks up, stunned. “For me?” “Yeah, well,” she rolls her eyes, “your father doesn’t have the best track record.”
