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Then the calendar alert I set the second Astrid hung up.

Seven.

Mack drops onto the stall beside mine. “You keep staring at that thing, it’s going to ask you for money.”

“Already does.”

“Quinn?”

I lock the screen. “Partly.”

He starts pulling the tape off his socks. “Other part got a name?”

“Several.”

Mack looks over. “That sounds bad.”

“Immigration. Job’s gone. Fifty-one days.”

The tape stops in his hand. I told him enough after Maren called. Not the clock. I didn’t have the clock then.

“Astrid and Tova.”

“Yeah.”

“Shit.”

He drops the tape in the bin between us. “What are you doing?”

“Going to her place.”

“Good.”

“She told me not to bring anything.”

Mack looks at the bag open between my skates. “Can you do that?”

“I’m not bringing you.”

“Wasn’t offering.”

“Then yes.”

Brick leans around the end of the stall row with one skate off. “Riley going somewhere empty-handed?”

“Private conversation,” Mack says.

“You made it public.”

“You walked into it.”

“Team room.”

“Walk out.”

Brick considers me for a second. “Wear the blue one. Pretty on you.”

I throw a towel at his head. He catches it and disappears.