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    “Not just anything. If I don’t know exactly how it works, it’s worthless.”
    I stared at the lit screen. “So, this does everything Spivey’s real phone does?”
    She nodded. “For the most part. Kind of like Clone Sasha.”
    “Uh huh.” I wondered about the limits of her powers. “What about money?”
    Her face twisted. “Can’t do that. It’s complicated. . .the watermarks and all.”
    Sasha is a terrible liar, but I wouldn’t call her on it. The only way we’d need her to counterfeit paper or coin money was if we were on the run from the law or something.
    Spivey’s phone connected with a call to a blocked number. Sasha answered it and muted the call so we could listen in on the conversation.
    Spivey didn’t greet anyone, but retold everything that had just happened – he’d detained me, and I’d escaped. He left out the part where I slapped and robbed him.
    “What now?” Spivey asked his partner. “Don’t we need him?”
    The person’s voice was disguised. “Dispose of the body,” he said. “Get there first this time. We don’t need your people asking questions.”
    The call dropped. Whose body was he talking about, Rhapsody’s? He killed Selby’s parents – is that what he meant by “this time”? I rolled over to the roof’s edge and peeked over. Spivey hurried to his car, turned on the emergency lights, and sped off.
    I turned my face to Sasha. “If I stop him, we’ll never find out who he’s. . .”
    Sasha placed a hand against my chest. “I know, but I’m not the one who can fly.”
    Jump. “I don’t know where he’s going!” I panicked. “He’ll see us landing.”
    Sasha grabbed hold of my hand. “Baby, we have to go, like yesterday.”
    We got to our feet. I held Sasha tight and jumped without thinking. We soared over large business buildings and residential neighborhoods. Whenever he turned I set down on a building or a house and jumped again in his direction. Once we hit the highway my comfort level skyrocketed. It was a straightaway. There was little on the side of the road I could accidentally kill.
    Before I realized it we were in the Harleysville industrial district where my mother and George used to work. The area shut down years ago. We used to be the Motor City of the West until about ten years ago.
    A minute before Spivey parked we landed softly in the alleyway. Landing was something I’d been working on since Rhapsody tucked and rolled on a rusty nail.
    “Stay here.” I pointed to a nearby dumpster. “Maybe inside it?”
    She looked me up and down. “Sasha Nicole Anderson doesn’t get in trash cans.”
    I didn’t feel like arguing, so I rushed past her to the backdoor of the nearest warehouse and yanked it open. The screeching hinges meant there would be no element of surprise, so I stormed inside.
    The stress dried out my mouth to the point that I imagined there was no spit in it. I’d been this nervous once before, and I hoped this time it wouldn’t be because someone else I cared about was dead. At the risk of revealing our location, I lit up our path with my cell phone.
    Sasha bumped into me from behind and dug her face into my back when she saw what was in front of us. I stared because I couldn’t stop staring. By the way Sasha shuddered behind me she must have known who was lying face down on the ground.
    The body was completely still and twisted – dead, for sure. I couldn’t tell much else about it beyond that, a strange blue glow, and the hideous smell of body fluids.
    Two other things, however, were clear. I was looking at the body of a girl who hadn’t died too long ago. Maybe someone we went to school with? And it wasn’t Rhapsody. I couldn’t relax about it, though. We were still looking at a corpse.
    “Freeze!” Spivey shouted and opened fire.
    Turning my back to the gun blasts, I shielded Sasha. Bullets bounce off of me, but these didn’t. These were fiery darts that sizzled against my skin. Spivey had found a way to