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obvious creep factor, is freaking Zach out. He did try to explain when we were a few hours into the weed, but I couldn’t follow his logic then, and now I’m no longer interested. We’re going to find Miss Bertie’s house. End of story.
    I stop in front of a white picket fence. I can see a blue wooden house behind it. These are the only two clues we have, beyond rambling directions from various locals. I look to Zach for confirmation.
    “You said you’d know it when you see it, Zach. Is this it or not?”
    “Oh, man.” He wraps his arms around his body and leans over like he’s going to puke.
    “If you’re going to do it, buddy, now’s the time. Once we go through this gate, you’re just going to have to hold it in. Do you hear what I’m saying?”
    He nods but doesn’t straighten up, so I lean on the gate and wait.
    “That your gate?” a familiar voice bellows from the porch. “I’m thinking it must be, the way you’re lounging all over it.”
    Since the fence is only four feet tall, I can comfortably look over to see who’s shouting, but I don’t need to. I lean forward and give Zach a jab in the ribs. “You could have warned me, man!”
    “Reesie Greenfield lives here,” he whispers.
    “Yeah? Thanks.”
    I turn around, grateful it’s too dark for her to see my eyes, which are most likely bloodshot.
    “Excuse me, miss.” I hope to God I’m not slurring my words. “I was wondering if Jamie Greenfield happened to be at home.”
    “Well, I don’t know. He might be out hunting poison frogs. You know, we’ve got an invasion of ’em here on the island.”
    I swing open the gate, march through and walk up her sand path until I’m right under where she’s standing on her broken-down porch. I look up into bottomless brown eyes.
    “How fortunate we have you to help in their safe relocation.”
    “My brother’s not here. What d’you want him for?”
    Without waiting for an answer, she leans on the porch railing and hollers out to the street again. “That you out there, Zach O’Donell?”
    Zach makes a strangled noise that’s hard to interpret. I turn to see that he’s standing upright now but staying well back from the gate.
    “You bringing your stupid-ass drugs to my house?” demands Reesie.
    Zach shakes his head, which would be hard to see in the darkness except that he throws his whole body into it, twisting vigorously from side to side.
    “That boy is crazy,” Reesie mutters before bawling at him again. “You better stop lurking around out there or someone’s gonna think you’re a thief and take a shot at you!”
    Zach doesn’t move.
    “Get on in here!”
    Zach walks slowly forward, opens the gate, lets himself into the yard and stops.
    “Right here,” says Reesie, pointing to the empty air beside me. “I want to get a good look at you. Last time I saw you, you were lying in your own puke. Nice to see you up and around.”
    “Cosmic,” says Zach, but you can tell he doesn’t mean it.
    “Poison-frog boy and the pothead. Should have known you two would find each other.” She says it under her breath but loud enough for us to hear. “So you gonna introduce me to your new friend, Zach?”
    “Luke, this is Reesie,” says Zach miserably. “She doesn’t like me,” he whispers.
    “Not like you?” Reesie snorts. “Why would I not like you?
    I just love cleaning up puke. And when you miss the toiletand piss on the bathroom floor, I feel like opening a bottle of champagne, ’cause I get to clean that up, too.”
    “Reesie works at Bluewater,” Zach explains, staring at his feet.
    I wonder how old she is. Cleaning the dive hotels seems like a crappy job for a kid. No pun intended.
    I give Zach a pat on the shoulder and try to steer the conversation back to the point. “We were hoping to speak to your brother.”
    “Why?” She crosses her arms and gives me a hard look.
    I debate telling her it’s none of her business, but it doesn’t seem worth the fight.
    “I want