Chapter 45

“Julian? They’ve gone away, why are you still…” Rafi followed him onto the roof, where they could see the paparazzi’s flashlight beam bouncing around just below them.

Julian had been hunted by paps many and many a time, dodging and ducking, frantic to escape. This time he’d be the one leading the chase. It would end when and where he chose.

“That wasn’t much of a game,” Julian said, and picked up an empty paint can.

“Julian—”

And dropped it over the side, where it landed with a catastrophic shock of noise.

Paparazzi jumped, swore, clutched their chests; one fell on his butt. Then pointed up at them.

“Look! They’re on the roof!”

They ran.

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