It was close to midnight and the bar was getting busier. The bar door was open. People spilled out into the courtyard and a techno beat vibrated into the night. Raveneau wanted more from Lindsley before they left here, but it was harder to talk now. ‘He called you two-faced. How do you feel about that?’ ‘Really mad. I guess I’ll beat him up after school.’ Lindsley adjusted his glasses, offered a wry smile. ‘I don’t know, Inspector. How should I feel? I don’t feel much of anything right now and it’s not the first time someone has claimed I’m not who I say I am. The police did that when I was sixteen.’ ‘Let’s talk about that.’ ‘No, we’re not up to that part of the script yet and I’m ready to call it a night.’ ‘You sat here. You listened to him. You know him. Explain it to me. He all but said he doesn’t trust you, but you’re part of the group.’ That got to Lindsley. For the first time he stirred. ‘I’m not part of them, and if Attis included me in their group I’d be looking in a mirror wondering what was wrong with me.’ ‘John jumped up when Attis told him to go get drinks.
