a plant in the corner was overturned, a trail of clothing cut across the living room. The place was a total wreck.
âSomethingâs not right,â Gaia said flatly.
âYeah, no kidding,â Jake replied.
âSam didnât say the place was trashed,â Gaia told him, taking a couple of steps into the apartment. âHe said Dmitri left a note. Somebody must have done this after Sam left.â
âLike who?â Jake asked quietly.
âI donât know,â Gaia said. âSomeoneâs after him.â
Then she heard a creak from a floorboard and before she could turn around, she and Jake were grabbed from behind.
ED
You know what I need? I need to get out of here. I donât mean out of this bar or my school or my apartment. I need to get the hell out of this city. I need a college in a different state. Maybe a different country. I need to get as far away from here as possible, because one thing has become crystal clear to me: I am never going to fall out of love with Gaia as long as I have to see her every damn day. And as long as Iâm still in love with her, no other girl has a shot. And as long as no other girl has a shot, Iâve got no shot.
No shot at love.
No shot at a functional relationship of any kind.
No shot of getting any play of any kind on any level.
Donât get me wrong. Sex isnât the only thing I think about. But I am a guy. A teenage guy. So it does occupy approximatelyeighty percent of my conscious thoughts. Maybe ninety. And when Gaiaâs in the room, itâs more like ninety-nine.
When Iâm with Kai, I canât kiss her without thinking about Gaia. And when Gaiaâs in my line of vision when Iâm with Kai, I canât even focus on what the girl is saying. I hate to admit this, believe me. Kai deserves better. Sheâs an awesome girl and I wish I could be the boyfriend she deservesâfor me and for her. But when it comes to girls of the non-Gaia variety I am shit outta luck, as they say.
So maybe if I go awayâmaybe if I go to St. Louis or Seattle or San Francisco, Paris or Madrid or Minsk. Maybe if I donât have to see her every day Iâll finally get her out of my system. Iâll finally be able to focus my abundant sexual energy on someone new. âOut of sight, out of mind,â right?
Or . . . wait . . . is itâabsence makes the heart grow fonderâ?
Damn.
Why couldnât the proverb people just come up with one opinion and run with it?
the explanation
âWhy is Yuri here?â Tom asked. âHe wants Gaia,â Natasha replied.
Credible Threat
âSHE HAS TO BE LYING!â TOM asserted, his teeth clenched. âYuri is dead. We know this.â
Agents Rosenberg and Frenz watched Tom as he paced back and forth across the longer wall of the debriefing room. Director Vance stood in the corner, an intimidating presence, his arms crossed over his chest and his jowls working. No one present wanted Natashaâs statement to be true. In his heyday, Yuri was considered to be a credible threat to the U.S. government. A serious danger to national security. He was on the international most wanted list. He was known for his ruthless tactics, his penchant for physical and emotional torture, his sadistic nature.
He was not a pleasant person to deal with.
âAgent Moore, I donât want to believe her any more than you do,â Agent Rosenberg said, gripping her notebook. âBut you and I both know sheâs exhibiting none of the signs of distress associated with lying. She hasnât blinked, she hasnât touched her face, she hasnât cleared her throat. Weâve been monitoring her body temperature with censors andââ
âI know, I know, it hasnât changed,â Tom interrupted.
âAnd neither has her heart rate,â Rosenberg finished, glancing down at her notes.
âOf course, we canât say the same for you, can
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