“Well?” Lincoln cranes his neck to peer back at me. “Did you get it?” “No.” He scowls in the darkness. “What? Why not? Dammit, Pool Girl, you owe River—” “Yeah, I tried,” I say testily. “I didn’t do it because Iris showed up.” Chase’s forehead wrinkles. “What?” “Yeah, that’s what I said.” I shrug. “She stormed into the club and reamed him out. Apparently, he stood her up in favor of strippers.”
