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We pried open the crates and pulled away all the protective packing.
And there were two new Andy Warhol-esque paintings to add to our walls.
One was of Joey.
The other was Gemma.
“Oh my God, Arthur is totally Dreamweaver,” Luna stated.
After Luna, Jessie, me and Willow (Shanti already lived there) had all scored units at the Oasis once this Angels business started, this new thing with Joey and Gemma meant it would be beyond a coincidence if he was not also our landlord.
The burner phone we left on the desk at the front trilled.
Raye went to it while we all moved the paintings to lean them against the walls and tidied up all the packing stuff to throw away at the Oasis.
“Uh, Angels?” Raye called.
We looked her way.
I knew that look on her face.
I hadn’t seen it often, but I knew it.
I grinned.
Luna grinned.
Jessie grinned.
Shanti grinned.
Willow sighed.
Then she grinned.
And Raye made it official.
“We have a case.”
The End