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More importantly, how did he kill the killed--but hoas he rooling against his? But wouldn’t the coroner’s office have found some evidence of that?

My face feels hot I fan it withup for her big finish, which involves hip gyrations the likes of which I haven’t seen since Shakira’s last performance on the MTV Music Video Awards She definitely isn’t i me I’ve always been a rotten dancer, the despair of every choreographer I’ve evero

Marnie pulls soie that ends in a set of splits and has the entire cafeteria on their feet, cheering I rise to one hoht be able to confirm whether or not her rooton

But Jordan grabs oing?" he asks worriedly "You aren’t trying to sneak out of here before we’ve had our talk, are you, Heather?"

Jordan s He’d worn Carolina Herrera for Men when he’d been with me, so clearly the Drakkar Noir is courtesy of Tania

"I’ll be back in a ly on the ar up for his next tour, and it shows In a good way "I proins, but I won’t let hi is over, we’ll have a nice, long chat"

Jordan looks placated

"All right," he says "Good"

I see Marnie cross to the side of the dining hall where all the other acts have gathered to await the decision of the judges, and while the next group sets up for their performance, I hurry over to her

Marnie has pulled off her blond wig and is wiping sweat from beneath her eyes She smiles when she sees me approach

"Marnie," I say "Nice performance"

"Oh, thanks," she siured out who you were, as you can see"

"Yeah," I say "Look, I have to ask you soht before she died…could his name have been Chris?"

Marnie, clearly disappointed that the only reason I’ve sought her out is to talk about her dead roos unconcernedly

"I don’t know It was so like that Chris or Mark"

"Thanks," I say She turns to say so about one of the other acts to the trio of Christina wannabes, and I have to reach out and tug on her sleeve "Uh, Marnie?"

She glances back at irl over there in the fifth row, about ten seats over, talking to that blond guy?"

Marnie looks Her eyebrows raise