“Now I’m a little freaked out,” I said. “What are we gonna do?”
“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing. We’re gonna turn around, walk back to the party, hang out with fancy art people, and get home by curfew.”
I started walking back toward the distant music. “I’ll tell Davis, so he knows.
We let him decide whether to tell Noah. Other than that, we don’t say a word.”
“All right,” she said, hustling to catch up to me. “I mean, is he down here right now?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t think it’s for us to know.”
“Right,” she said. “How could he have been down here this whole time, though?”
I had a guess, but didn’t say anything. “God, that smell...” she said, her voice trailing off as she said it.
You’d think solving mysteries would bring you closure, that closing the loop would comfort and quiet your mind.
But it never does. The truth always disappoints. As we circulated around the gallery, looking for Mychal,
I didn’t feel like I’d found the solid nesting doll or anything.
Nothing had been fixed, not really. It was like the zoologist said about science:
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