carly part seven: micki

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“So, how long have you been here?”

“About a month.”

“And nobody noticed you were gone? At school?”

“A lot of students cut classes, it’s not like high school.
Nobody really cares. And I have a couple of people covering for
me. I’ve mailed a couple of letters out there for them to mail
back to my father. Finals are starting, though, so I guess my
college career is about to end for real.” She smiled at Susan’s
expression. “It’s okay, I know about my father’s spy. Let’s
just say I won him over.” She peered into her coffee mug, trying
to see if there was another drop to be found in there.

“You’ve been here a month? Where have you been staying?”

Micki slumped in her chair and hugged her knees against her
chest. “This is the lousy part. If you’re thinking that maybe
Ben Stein was right about me . . . Anyway, I
needed a place to stay. My first night here I picked up this guy
in a bar and went home with him. I stayed with him for about
three weeks, but then I had to get out. He . . .
I knew I was in trouble the first morning when he started looking
at me and murmuring my name over and over. And of course it
wasn’t even my name.” She looked up. “His name was Danny. He
was the one Hobbs killed. Hobbs was following me for Ben Stein,
thinking I was Carly, and he saw us together. Danny and I had
dinner the night before last.” She shrugged. “I was hungry and
broke. He was desperate to get me to come back, so I let him buy
a dinner.”

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