“Oh, wait, I have money.” I slipped my fingers through the straps of my bra under the clown collar where I concealed my money clip and phone. But he just laughed. “Yeah, so do I. Don’t worry about it.” I pulled my hand back out. “Thanks.” Really, how was he Damon’s best friend back in the day? He was so different. Did he like abuse or something? I couldn’t picture him having Damon’s dark side.
