Chapter Thirty-Four
Thirty-Four
“Why you calling me and telling me lies?” I whispered into my headset.
“I’m telling you, it’s the truth,” Crystal whispered back to me from her office two floors up.
“Arrested, for jumping the turnstile?” I said again, for the umpteenth time.
“Yes,” Crystal breathed.
“Don’t they just write you a ticket and send you on your way?”
“I wouldn’t know, Geneva. I’ve never jumped the turnstile.”
“Well, Eric did once, and they just wrote him a ticket.”
“Really? I didn’t know about that.”
“Well, it’s not like he got on the honor roll, if you know what I mean.”
“I hear you.”
“She’s got to be lying.”
“You think so?”
“Chevy? C’mon, you know she’d rather tell a whole lie than a quarter of the truth!”
“Yeah, I suppose so.”
“So does Noah know?”
“Who knows? He’s going through his own shit. I got an email from him.”
“Really? What he say?”
“Just wanted us to know that he was still alive, but going through something.”
“You think him and Zhan broke up?”
“I dunno—he didn’t say.”
“Oh.”
We were silent for a while.
“We’re going to have to get together and have a coming-to-Jesus session with Chevy,” Crystal said.
“Like an intervention?”
“Yeah, something—anything to get this girl back on track.”
“She ain’t never been on track,” I reminded Crystal.
“True,” Crystal said wistfully.
“So are we going to go back to Brooklyn?” I asked.
“We might have to, ’cause I don’t think I’m going to be able to get her to come to us.”