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water’s edge in one of the extra-wealthy parts of Coconut Key. I glanced over to meet Cal’s eyes, and the look he was giving me was pure I can’t even .
    “Maybe Jilly’s super-rich,” I suggested, “and she just left it all behind.”
    “No.” Again Garrett was absolute. “She told me her dad didn’t have any money—none. That’s why she was living with Rochelle. Who calls their mom by her first name, anyway? And I know for a fact that Rochelle herself doesn’t have a lot of cash. She’s been sponging off my dad from day one—and it’s gotten way worse. Remember how we were supposed to go skiing in the Alps? That shit got canceled because Dad just ran away to some weeklong medical conference up in New York—which is step one when it comes to jettisoning his girlfriend. Step two will be when he finds a reason to not come home. I’m pretty sure there’s a trip to LA or Houston in his immediate future, during which Rochelle will discover that the credit card he gave her doesn’t work anymore.”
    “Nice,” Calvin murmured. “The stealth breakup approach.”
    Garrett missed that Cal’s words dripped with sarcasm, and heartily agreed. “It’s definitely easier that way, especially when the GF’s crazy, and my dad does go for the extra-crazy. Anyway, before he left, I heard them fighting about money, and it was ugly. I’m not completely sure what happened, but I think Ro used his credit card for drugs, but I don’t know for sure, ’cause she never seems strung out or high.
    “In fact, ever since she brought Jilly home, she’s been looking, I don’t know, better ? Weirdly younger and even hotter, like she’s been taking Botox on steroids, but it’s not just her face; it’s her…” Garrett held out both hands, cupping them in front of him, making the international asshole’s symbol for a woman’s breasts. “But her bitchiness seems to be increasing, too. Radically.”
    I glanced at Calvin again. I had a bad feeling about this, a seriously bad feeling. It sounded a lot like Rochelle was, in fact, on drugs.
    Cal knew exactly what I was thinking, and as he met my gaze he nodded.
    Destiny . Rochelle sounded an awful lot like a Destiny addict, since the drug’s biggest side effect was that it made its users literally younger. And no wonder she and Garrett’s dad had fought about money. Destiny was insanely expensive. Even the cheapest, nastiest, impure Street D was thousands of dollars for a single dose. And the designer boutique version of the drug could run close to five figures. I’d heard that some heavy users needed an injection more than once a week.
    “And then ?” Garrett continued. “This is pretty crazy, so get ready.”
    “Ready,” Cal said from the front seat. He’d ditched any and all sarcasm and was listening intently as he drove.
    “I went over to her place after my dad left for New York,” Garrett told us, “and Rochelle answers the door and I’m like, Hey, Ro, I’m looking for Jilly , and she goes, I’m sorry, who? ” He falsettoed what had to be a terrible imitation of his dad’s soon-to-be ex-girlfriend. “And I go, Jilly? Your daughter? And she starts laughing, like Ha-ha-ha-ha! Oh my goodness, you thought Jilly was my daughter? She’s my older sister’s daughter. I’m much too young to have a daughter Jilly’s age! Did you honestly think I had her when I was ten? I was so freaked out that I just left, because I swear, she introduced Jilly to me and Dad as her daughter. Her daughter. I heard her say it. I know this.”
    “How old’s Jilly?” Cal asked, looking back at Garrett in his rearview.
    Garrett cleared his throat. “Fifteen.”
    That throat-clear meant something to Calvin that I didn’t pick up, because it made him laugh a little, and not because he thought it was funny. His next question took me by surprise. “You doing her?”
    “What? Jilly? No! God! ” Garrett’s indignation was over the top, and I suspected that he was way more into