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The what?

“Yeah,” Jack said. “So what you say here doesn’t get back to your boss, ever.”

Ethan gave him a look of disbelief.

“And I don’t tell your dad. The coach. My coach.”

His eyes narrowed. And then he let out a dark word. “Fine. I didn’t have anything to do with your missing friend.”

“This is her,” Harper said, having pulled up Penny’s picture on her phone. “Penelope Pepper.”

Ethan seemed to focus on it for a moment. “Yeah, I remember her.” He glanced at Jack. “Hard to forget. She’s got rizz.”

What?

Jack just nodded.

“She was waiting for a car.”

“No Uber?” Harper asked.

“Yeah, Uber. Whatever. I think Ty drives Uber and Lyft—I’ve got his number. He does a lot of pickups at the Moonlight.”

“Ty?”

“Bowman. He was supposed to pick her up.”

“You’re friends?”

“No. He’s like . . . old.”

“I know, Ty,” Harper said. “He was in my grade.”

Ethan focused on her. “Are you from here?”

“Duck Lake Storm, bay-bee.”

He held out a fist. She met it. Whatever helped her get information.

“So Ty picked her up?” Jack said, ignoring her.

“Dunno. I had to grab a car—nice ride. Mercedes. Rental, though. I saw the tag when I drove it up. Guy who picked it up was big, reminded me of that actor who plays Jack Powers.”

“Winchester Marshall?” Harper said.

Ethan snapped his fingers. “Yeah, that’s the guy. Anyway, I got back and she was gone, so . . .” He lifted a shoulder. “That’s all I know.”

Jack said nothing.

“Really, man. That’s all.”

More silence.

“Fine. She was on the phone talking to someone when I left. Kinda sounded mad.”

Now Jack nodded. “Upset.”

Ethan pointed at him. “Right. Anyway, when I came back, like I said, she was gone.”