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She didn’t want him to ask that much was clear from her posture. “You ride after school?”
o;What’s wrong?” she said. “Tough guy can’t be good at math?”
“Hey.” He swung his head around, his jaw tight.
She didn’t back away, her eyes gleaming in the darkness.
“How can you sit there in class every day, pretending to follow along?”
“That’s the easy part.”
She stared back at him. “I don’t think it is.”
He looked back at the garage and didn’t say anything. She was right. It was killing him, but she was right.
Simon reached between the seats and tapped Layne on the shoulder. Gabriel didn’t need to understand sign language to figure out the message.
What’s going on?
Gabriel turned the key and yanked it out of the ignition, reaching over the center console to grab his backpack. “All right,”
he said with a sigh. “Let’s give it a shot.”
CHAPTER 9
Layne’s house looked like something that should have been featured in a decorating magazine. His own house wasn’t small they each had their own room, and no one had to fight for a bathroom or anything like that but this was crazy.
The front hall featured rich hardwood flooring, but just beyond that, every inch of carpeting he could see was white and it was a lot of inches. Dark wooden furniture, mahogany or something he didn’t know, sat against the walls in a forbidding way. Framed paintings that looked original hung on the walls.
The kinds of sofas adults kept for show, not for sitting, sat at angles to the walls. Everything was accented with white: throw pillows, coasters, even a vase of white roses on the hall table.
The place was dead silent.
Simon flashed a quick sign, flung his backpack on the floor, and bolted up the hardwood staircase.
Gabriel wanted to pick up Simon’s backpack and shove it in the front closet. The décor was that intimidating.
“He says he’ll be down in a while,” said Layne. “Come on, we can go in the kitchen.”
Gabriel hesitated at the juncture of hardwood and carpeting before following her. Should he take off his shoes? But she hadn’t.
“Does your mom work, too?” he said. The house had obviously been empty prior to their arrival.
“Well, work is a little strong.” Layne led him around a corner into a huge white kitchen with stainless-steel appliances. Even the granite countertop was white with flecks of silver.
The white was getting a little creepy.
“I know,” said Layne. “It looks like a serial killer should live here, right?”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” said Gabriel. But, really, he would.
“What do you mean, work is a little strong?”
“She volunteers. For everything. AIDS benefits, Children’s Hospital in DC, Johns Hopkins, that women’s center downtown ”
“You don’t sound impressed.” He gingerly set his backpack on one of the white chairs, but he wasn’t ready to sit down yet.
“It would be impressive if she actually volunteered in a way that helped people. She helps with benefit functions. She likes to throw big parties where she can look perfect.” Layne flicked an invisible speck of dust off the counter. “Get it?”
