‘I fucking love you,Birdie.’
‘I fucking loveyoutoo.’
‘Good.’
‘Good.’
‘Good.’
‘Stop saying “Good” and go find that elusive motherfucking Chuck Allenalready!’
‘Onit.’
Ending the call, I run down the stairs instead of taking the lift and burst into Mrs Ramirez’s flat, where she’s sitting in a chair looking very happy while Anders brushesherhair.
I put my hands onmyhips.
‘Right! I have no earthly idea where he is and I don’t have long until Birdie goes for her big surgery and I have to be back in England. But I am finding Chuck Allen and you two are going to help me. I hope.Please?’
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
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I just spoke with the police. They caught the woman who stole my key. The Menace of Manhattan. And they let her go!!!!! Not enough evidence, low priorityapparently.
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This is #outrageous. My word is not good enough evidence? This is not a #lowprioritytome.
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They say she is on her way back to the UK and I will not have to worry about her anymore. But where is my key? What about mytrauma?
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I have not slept a wink since I caught her caressing herself right in front of me in #broaddaylight
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Please RT this thread for awareness. Private NY parks should be peaceful, protected #safespaces for parkside residents. So, soimportant!
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Why are peopleunfollowingme?
Within thirty minutesof making my grand statement, it occurs to me that the adrenaline kick I got from being on the rooftop has made me slightly delirious – because while my intent to find Chuck Allen holds true, my usual nature of thinking of all the logistics has failed me. What about my job? Where will I stay? How will I afford to get a later flight back? What about the fact that Birdie and I were supposed to do the Harry Potter Marathon this weekend? And what will Donna andAlexsay?
‘I have never met anyone who frets so much!’ Mrs Ramirez says from where she’s sitting in the front of the cab. At Anders’ insistence, we’re in another taxi, whizzing our way to his house to hold a planning meeting because hecouldn’t bear to be in a room the size of his shoe closet any longer.Mrs Ramirez agreed that moving to Anders’ house was a very good idea, especially since her poorly knee had kept her indoors for weeks and she was desperate togetout.
‘I am learning to be more relaxed,’ I point out from my place in the back seat beside Anders. ‘But these are genuine logisticalpoints!’
‘Everything can be fixed,’Anderssays.
‘Birdie can’t,’ I saysadly.
‘Most things can befixed.’
