“Hey, Nic, I’ve been meaning to ask you—” He shot a glance over his shoulder. “This summer, did Kasey ever, you know, mention anything?” I stepped in front of the bottle of vodka, blocking it from view. “Anything about what?” “I don’t know. Did she ever tell you what she was up to? How she was spending her time? I know you guys are close. She tells you things she doesn’t tell other people.”
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