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crept into my conscience, all I had to do was think of Patch. I wasn’t sure I’d made the right choice every time, but I knew one thing for certain. I’d made the right choice in Patch. I couldn’t give him up. Ever.
    At noon, Vee called.
    “How about me and you go running?” she said. “I just got a new pair of tennis shoes, and I need to break these bad boys in.”
    “Vee, I have blisters from dancing last night. And hold on. Since when do you like running?”
    “It’s no secret I’m carrying around a few extra pounds,” she said. “I’m big-boned, but that’s no excuse for letting a little flab hold me back. There’s a guy out there named Scott Parnell, and if shedding some extra weight is what it’s gonna take for me to get up the courage to go a Cura a fter him, then that’s what I’m going to do. I want Scott to look at me the way Patch looks at you. I wasn’t serious about this diet and exercise stuff before, but I’m turning over a new leaf. Starting today, I love exercise. It’s my new BFF.”
    “Oh? And what about me?”
    “Soon as I lose this weight, you’ll be my number one girl again. I’ll pick you up in twenty. Don’t forget a sweatband. Your hair does scary stuff when it gets damp.”
    I hung up, stretched a tank over my head, followed it up with a sweatshirt, and laced myself into tennis shoes.
    Right on time, Vee picked me up. And right away, it became apparent we weren’t driving to the high school track. She steered her purple Neon across town, in the opposite direction from school, humming to herself.
    I said, “Where are we going?”
    “I was thinking we should run hills. Hills are good for the glutes.” She turned the Neon onto Deacon Road, and a light popped on in my head.
    “Hang on. Scott lives on Deacon Road.”
    “Come to think of it, he does.”
    “We’re running by Scott’s house? Isn’t that kind of . . . I don’t know . . . stalkerish?”
    “That’s a real sad-hat way of looking at it, Nora. Why not think of it as motivation? Eye on the prize.”
    “What if he sees us?”
    “You’re friends with Scott. If he sees us, he’ll probably come out and talk to us. And it would be rude not to stop and give him a couple minutes of our time.”
    “In other words, this isn’t about running. This is a pickup.”
    Vee wagged her head. “You’re no fun at all.”
    She cruised up Deacon, a winding stretch of scenic road bordered on both sides by dense evergreens. In another couple of weeks, they’d be frosted with snow.
    Scott lived with his mom, Lynn Parnell, in an apartment complex that came into view around the next bend. Over the summer, Scott had moved out and gone into hiding. He’d deserted Hank Millar’s Nephilim army, and Hank had searched tirelessly for him, hoping to make an example of him. After I killed Hank, Scott had been free to move home.
    A cement fence caged the property, and while I was certain privacy had been the intent, it gave the place the feel of a compound. Vee pulled into the entrance, and I had a flashback to the time she had helped me snoop in Scott’s bedroom. Back when I thought he was an up-to-no-good jerk. Boy, had things changed. Vee parked near the tennis courts. The nets were long gone, and someone had decorated the turf with graffiti.
    We got out and stretched for a couple of minutes.
    Vee said, “I don’t feel safe leaving the Neon unattended for long in this neighborhood. Maybe we should do laps around the complex. That way I can keep my eye on my baby.”
    “Uh-huh. It also gives Scott more opportunities to see us.” Cseey eye;
    Vee had on pink sweatpants with DIVA stamped across the butt in gold glitter, and a pink fleece jacket. She also had on full makeup, diamond studs in her ears, and a ruby cocktail ring, and she smelled like Pure Poison by Dior. Just your average day out running.
    We picked up our feet and started a slow jog along the dirt trail circling the complex. The sun was out, and after three laps, I