The moment I entered, Dale waved at Molly. "I'll be going."

"Hang on," I said, "if you don't mind. I want to talk to you, too."

Dale hesitated but didn't run away, Molly frowning a bit, her embarrassment at my appearance during their make out session clearly forgotten. "What's going on?"

I turned to her, reminding myself not to trust anyone despite the innocence on her face. Expressions could lie, after all. "Were you on the sound stage around the ...