reflexes, I jumped out of the way before any major damage was done. When it comes to reflexes, I'm like a cat. I'm Catwoman. I'm invulnerable. The only reason he got a piece of me is because of the rain. Cats don't like water. It impairs us. It's our kryptonite.'
'I'm so sorry,' I told Vee sincerely. 'I should be the one in the hospital bed.'
'And get all the drugs? Uh-uh. No way.'
'Have the police found any leads?' I asked.
'Nada, zilch, zero.'
'No eyewitnesses?'
'We were at a cemetery in the middle of a rainstorm,' Vee pointed out. 'Most normal people were indoors.'
She was right. Most normal people had been indoors. Of course, Vee and I had been out… along with the mysterious girl who followed Vee out of Victoria's Secret.
'How did it happen?' I asked.
'I was walking to the cemetery like we planned, when all of a sudden I heard footsteps closing in behind me,' Vee explained. 'That's when I looked back, and everything came together really fast. There was the flash of a gun, and him lunging for me. Like I told the cops, my brain wasn't exactly transmitting, 'Get a visual ID. It was more like, 'Holy freak show, I'm about to go splat! He growled, whacked me three or four times with the gun, grabbed my handbag, and ran.'
I was more confused than ever. 'Wait. It was a guy? You saw his face?'
'Of course it was a guy. He had dark eyes… charcoal eyes. But that's all I saw. He was wearing a ski mask.'
At the mention of the ski mask, my heart skittered through several beats. It was the same guy who'd jumped in front of the Neon, I was sure of it. I hadn't imagined him-Vee was proof. I remembered the way all evidence of the crash had disappeared. Maybe I hadn't imagined that part either. This guy, whoever he was, was real. And he was out there. But if I hadn't imagined the damage to the Neon, what really happened that night? Was my vision, or my memory, somehow… being altered?
After a moment, a slew of secondary questions raced to mind.
What did he want this time? Was he connected to the girl outside Victoria's Secret? Had he known I'd be shopping at the pier? Wearing a ski mask constituted advance planning, so he must have known beforehand where I'd be. And he didn't want me to recognize his face.
'Who did you tell we were going shopping?' I asked Vee suddenly.
She rammed a pillow behind her neck, trying to get comfortable. 'My mom.'
'That's it? Nobody else?'
'I might have brought it up to Elliot.'
My blood seemed to suddenly stop flowing. 'You told Elliot?'
'What's the big deal?'
'There's something I need to tell you,' I said soberly. 'Remember the night I drove the Neon home and hit a deer?'
'Yeah?' she said, frowning.
'It wasn't a deer. It was a guy. A guy in a ski mask.'
'Shut up,' she whispered. 'You're telling me my attack wasn't random? You're telling me this guy wants something from me? No, wait. He wants something from you. I was wearing your jacket. He thought / was you'
My whole body felt leaden.
After a count of silence, she said, 'Are you sure you didn't tell Patch about shopping? Because on further reflection, I'm thinking the guy had Patch's build. Tallish. Leanish. Strongish. Sexyish, aside from the attacking part.'
'Patch's eyes aren't charcoal, they're black,' I pointed out, but I was uncomfortably aware that I had told Patch we were going shopping at the pier.
Vee raised an indecisive shoulder. 'Maybe his eyes were black. I can't remember. It happened really fast. I can be specific about the gun,' she said helpfully. 'It was aimed at me. Like, right at me.'
I pushed a few puzzle pieces around my mind. If Patch had attacked Vee, he must have seen her leave the store wearing my jacket and thought it was me. When he figured out he was following the wrong girl, he hit Vee with the gun out of anger and vanished. The only problem was, I couldn't imagine Patch brutalizing Vee. It felt off. Besides, he was supposedly at a part) on the coast all night.
'Did your attacker look at all like Elliot?' I asked.
I watched Vee absorb the question. Whatever drug she'd been given, it seemed to slow her thought process, and I could practically hear each gear in her brain grind into action.
'He was about twenty pounds too light and four inches too tall to be Elliot.'
'This is all my fault,' I said. 'I never should have let you leave the store wearing my jacket.'
'I know you don't want to hear this,' said Vee, looking like she was fighting a drug-induced yawn. 'But the more I think on it, the more similarities I see between Patch and my attacker. Same build. Same long-legged stride. Too bad his school file was empty. We need an address. We need to canvass his neighborhood. We need to find a gullible little granny neighbor who could be coaxed into mounting a webcam in her window and aiming it at his house. Because something about Patch just isn't right.'
'You honestly think Patch could have done this to you?' I asked, still unconvinced.
Vee chewed at her lip. 'I think he's hiding something. Something big.'
I wasn't going to argue that.
Vee sank deeper in her bed. 'My body's tingling. I feel good all over.'
'We don't have an address,' I said, 'but we do know where he works.'
'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?' Vee asked, eyes brightening briefly through the haze of chemical sedation.
'Based on past experience, I hope not.'
'The truth is, we need to brush up on our sleuthing skills,' said Vee. 'Use them or lose them, that's what Coach said. We need to find out more about Patch's past. Hey, I bet if we document, Coach will even give us extra credit.'
Highly doubtful, given that if Vee was involved, the sleuthing would likely take an illegal turn. Not to mention, this particular sleuthing job had nothing to do with biology. Even remotely.
The slight smile Vee had dragged out of me faded. Fun as it was to be lighthearted about the situation, I was frightened. The guy in the ski mask was out there, planning his next attack. It kind of made sense that Patch might know what was going on. The guy in the ski mask jumped in front of the Neon the day after Patch became my biology partner. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence.
Just then the nurse popped her head inside the door. 'It's eight o'clock,' she told me, tapping her watch. 'Visiting hours are over.'
'I'll be right out,' I said.
As soon as her footsteps faded down the hall, I shut the door to Vee's room. I wanted privacy before I told her about the murder investigation surrounding Elliot. However, when I got back to Vee's bed, it was apparent that her medication had kicked in.
'Here it comes,' she said with an expression of pure bliss. 'Drug rush… any moment now… the surge of warmth… byebye, Mr. Pain…'
'Vee-'
'Knock, knock.'
'This is really important-'
'Knock, knock.'
'It's about Elliot-'
'Knock, knoooock,' she said in a singsong voice.
I sighed. 'Who's there?'
'Boo.'
'Boo who?'
