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Now I’m even more determined not to What I need is my cell phone, so that I can discreetly text Pete over at the security desk and have him call 911, as well as Dr Flynn over at psych services and also ca little punk" Gavin recently accused hi, and he’s also no doubt a e, and a deeply disturbed one at that, who needs our help

Instead of answering, Howard si The hand on the trash bags is no longer white-knuckled

This is a good sign Maybe I’h to hi my purse with me as I stroll casually back to the area of the desk where the reception phone sits I have the best chance of surreptitiously slipping out

"Why don’t you just go on up to your roo your personal space," I say to hione from Howard’s room by now "I’m sure you’ll find it exactly the way you left it"

"No, I won’t," Howard says He’s released the trash bags completely, and slipped both hands into the deep pockets of his hoodie

"Howard," I say I’ve dug my smartphone fro a little paranoid Maybe this whole thing with the president’s office is getting to you I swear to you it’s going to work out, though"

Pete, I’ as I speak Howard Chen killed Jaserous!

I add a frowny face for e to work out," Howard says e as he throws open the door to the desk and jogs in "Sorry that took "

Howard stares at hi your rabbed solad you got that straightened out," I say in a briskly businesslike tone, darting a glance over Howard’s shoulder at Pete He’s received un pointing questioningly at Howard, who fortunately doesn’t notice since his back is to the hefty security officer

"Yes," I say, nodding energetically "We definitely have it all straightened out now"

Pete’s nodding and giving me the thumbs-up as he reaches for the phone on the wall behind hihtened out, Heather," Howard says somberly, and draws his smartphone from the pocket of his hoodie He pushes a button on it

My heart gives another staggered leap I don’t know quite what I’e room to explode--but it certainly isn’t what occurs, which is that Gavin’s paja Miley Cyrus’s "Party in the USA"