“Who’s seen my girl?” I demanded and several people shook their heads in answer. But one shirtless guy with a joint in the corner of his mouth pointed to the wall, seeming nervous. “The rainbow haired chick, right?” he asked in a drawling surfer way and I nodded, my hands curling into fists. “She scaled that wall about an hour ago, boss. Jumped right up from the barbeque and I was like woah, that rainbow chick can fly.”
