She always enjoyed teasing Amy since she knew that she was so shy in public. The only things that could get her out of her shell were alcohol and Rebe...ca. You wouldn’t have much luck trying to hold a conversation with the 16 year old girl without beer or her best friend. Amy and Rebecca were both entering their sophomore year of high school in Holyoke , Colorado . Amy had already turned 16 in the summer and Rebecca’s birthday was coming up soon. They had been best friends since day care. They. “You know why I’m here,” he said.“You’re here because if you straight up tell Sam she can’t see me, she’ll be banging on my door in five minutes,” I said. “She’s got a healthy amount of ‘Fuck you, you can’t tell me what to do’ in her.”He studied me for a moment. The waitress came by. He ordered a whiskey sour; that sounded good, so I asked for one as well.“She gets that from you,” I said.“Does she?” he dared me.“Yes. You could’ve hung up in my ear. You needed to talk to me to tell me ‘Fuck. "It wasn't the first time. They were endless. What you people have to get through your heads is this shit adds up. All the slights. All the comments. All the being singled out in class by teachers that have nothing better to do--which creates more slights and comments. All the days you eat by yourself. All the parties you don't get invited to. In Sam's case, all the beatings. It's cumulative."And for what? Why is my friend dead? Why is my other friend Zoe in the hospital on suicide watch?. "Reg paused for a moment, looked around again, shrugged, stood up and sat down beside Harry. "You can't be too careful," he said.No, thought Harry, you can't be too careful but you can be too bloody irritating for words. It was the down side of working with Reginald Tobin. The obsessive secrecy, the penchant for methods that belonged in a John le Carré or Len Deighton novel; they all just made it more difficult to have a normal conversation."We have five items of merchandise that need.