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Spencer snorts. “He’s not going to …”
“I’ll make sure do I,” I agree, raising an eyebrow at Spencer.
He stares back at me. “Are you serious?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
He shakes his head.
Something’s really bothering him, but now isn’t the time to try to talk about it.
I’ll make sure I speak to him when we have time to hash things out properly.
“Why don’t you go question the dessert stand suspect?” I ask him.
He sighs and nods. “What do we know about him?”
“He’s over six foot tall,” Leanne says, shrugging. “I’ve no idea what his name is. He was going on dates with Beth until she started to ghost him about a week ago. Same as the other two guys.”
Spencer nods again. “Right. Okay. I assume you two are going to visit Secret?”
I look at Leanne, and she nods.
Spencer passes her the backpack. “I’ll carry it home when I come to join you.”
She smiles. “Thanks.”
He leaves without looking at me.
“You okay?” Leanne asks.
I nod. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Fifty-Six
Leanne
E.A. doesn’t seem too comfortable as we walk over to Secret’s apartment building. Everything about him looks a little different, and I think it’s because he’s tense. I can tell now that his eyes are a really dark brown, rather than black, which I’d already guessed. His hair is that same super rich, dark color.
It’s strikingly different from his pale skin, and paired with his all black shirt and pants, makes him appear a little bit goth which I don’t think he’s actually going for.
I doubt he’d ever think about cultivating a look.
The way Echo dresses and makes himself up is deliberate.
I’d bet anything E.A.’s look is based on comfort preferences.
“I know I threatened you with bodily harm if you ever make any kind of threat against Secret, and I one hundred percent meant that, but you’re not actually worried about that, are you?”
He laughs. “I’m not worried about that. I admit that first instance was a mistake.”
“So, then, how come you’re so tense?” I ask.
He stops walking and frowns at me. “You’re too good at noticing things.”
“It’s a talent,” I joke. “So, what’s eating you?”
He gives me a wry smile. “My crazy brain, as per usual. I’m not exactly good around people. I want to be, but I don’t know how. Meeting your daughter comes with a little extra stress. She’ll probably think I’m weird, and she might tell you she thinks I’m weird …”
