The terrace on the roof must've been a relatively recent addition to the architecture of Nightingale's headquarters. It was in the modern, smooth lines of it, in the clear tiled floor, in the several plastic chaise lounges standing next to the railings. There must've been a magnificent view of the wide streets below from there.
I didn't know. To know would require me to come closer to that railing and look. Nope, just nope.
Instead, I looked at the face of Prom Queen, and her enthusiastic companions, numbered three. They all looked as fresh and young as Prom Queen was, and shared some of that gleam she had in her eyes. I wasn't even surprised when I saw her here. Who else could've sent that note this way?
