Nadine wrenched the window up, nearly knocking the backwards cap off her head with the force of it. Her arms were about twice the size as mine. From out of her house rolled the scents of moldy salami and cheap whiskey, the same smells Cass had smelled at the library.

"I knew I heard something out here," she said.

"Oh, hi." I shrugged and forced a smile, a mistake that probably made me look ten times guiltier. "I was just out...you know...jogging."

In boots. With a ...