He finally answered after three attempts. “Where have you been?” she screeched. “I’m in major crap city.” “With my dad,” Harry answered. “We’re on a TV set. The reception on my phone sucks.” “Did you reach Max yet?” “No. I’ve left messages.” “So have I,” Cookie said. “And listen to this—I’ve been summoned to her house by Lucky.” “Whaaat?” “Yeah, she tracked me down, and now I like have to go to her house and explain where Max is.” “This is bad,” Harry said. “What are you going to say?” “I dunno,” Cookie said. “I mean, Lucky’s gonna ask me all these questions about where the party was an’ like who the people were an’ was Max staying there. What am I gonna say?” “Don’t sweat it,” Harry said, annoyingly unconcerned. “It’s Sunday, Max’ll be back soon.” “I hope so,” Cookie wailed. “’Cause truthfully I’m kinda freaked that she hasn’t answered our calls.” “Me too.” “She goes off with some Internet asshole an’ we hear nothing.
