Never get to ask her to love me?
“No hyperventilating in the car,” Lucky says to me.
“Not hyperventilating,” I grit out.
“Do you think Daphne’s our kind of mischief, or is she some kind of mischief that we won’t understand?” Jack says.
Because that’s the best plan I have with Margot not answering her texts and her security guy not replying either.
Track Daphne down.
Ask for her help.
And see where we go from there.
Athena’s Rest isn’t far from Albany, but when no one answers at the apartment that I’ve been told is Daphne’s, and no one answers when we ring the gate at the house where her best friend’s boyfriend lives, we do the only thing we know to do.
And we try to track down the burger bus.
I overheard Daphne telling Margot about it while we were driving home from the cookout at Lucky’s place.
It’s our best lead.
And finally, close to eleven, we spot it in a parking lot near a lake where some kind of carnival seems to be going on.
Takes forever to find parking, and then another forever to walk through the crowds to the food trucks, and thenanotherforever to wait in line.
“Better not run out of burgers,” Decker says. “I’m hungry.”
“Smell amazing,” Lucky agrees.
“Should one of us hop in line for tacos instead, just in case?” Jack says.
“Could you three focus?” I grunt.
“Not when we’re this hungry,” Jack replies.
“We’re unbearable when we’re hungry,” Lucky replies.
“Is that Daphne?” Decker says.
We all look where he’s pointing, then all of us shake our heads at the same time.
“Too old,” Jack says as Lucky replies, “Her latest socials have her with pink-and-white striped hair, not purple, and there aren’t any tattoos.”
“I can’t decide if I want to threaten to punch this Oliver guy or hug him,” Decker says.
“Hug,” Lucky says. “He’s a good dude.”
“We haven’t met him yet,” Jack says. “It might be all an act.”
“You saw the news articles about him and Daphne giving away all of that money on their road trip last month,” Lucky replies. “And the video of him taking down his own father for the good of Miles2Go?”
“Their Landslide Slushy is the best,” Decker says.
We all pause and look at him.
“What?” he says. “A guy can’t like a slushy?”
