The amount of times D has used me as his freaking alibi is starting to really piss me off. Last night I dreamed he dragged me to the ballet with him. Sometime between the end of the... what is it called, a play? A dance? Anyway, right after the thing, before they all did their little bow at the end, the prima donna or whatever she's called disappeared.
I know D was responsible for this. I don't know how since he was sitting next to me the whole damn time, but I feel it in my gut. She was in his damn shop just days before, and then poof, gone. There's no way that's a coincidence.