“That’s true,” he mutters, then in a flash, he pulls out his phone. “Wait… you said the weird-ass lying girl has pink hair?”
I nod. “Yup. That’s the only info I’ve got.”
“Do you have a suspect?”
“Just Bryan,” I say. “It has to be someone who knows how I text, and I can’t think of anybody who has more to gain from this.”
“I should’ve strangled that motherfucker when I had the chance,” he mutters.
I lean closer to see what he’s doing and he’s on i********:.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to find a source.” He’s already scrolling through Bryan’s following list. “If he’s talking to this girl, there has to be a trail somewhere. And he’s gonna want someone who’s not connected to him or Katy in real life. And where do people link up the most with strangers?”
“i********:,” I say.
“Exactly.
