"Yeah, because he's probably dead," Melody said with a snort and a roll of her eyes. She hadn't made any secret of the fact that she thought looking for Brotherhood members from the LA Branch was retarded. What was Spencer expecting? A big, happy, welcome-home party? Most of them were likely either dead or in jail. And anyone who wasn't had probably scattered and wasn't going to answer a cell phone call from someone who might have been captured himself, fearing being traced.
"Anyway, it's not like they can do jackshit to help us." The whole point of coming out here --- okay, Melody's whole point of coming out here, since she suspected that Spencer had the ulterior motive of reconnecting with people and looking into the whole Wicked-as-a-clone mess --- was to figure out where years of their memories had gone. And she doubted that anyone in the Brotherhood knew a damn thing about it.