"Yes, I guess you can." Fred racked her brain, watching him as carefully as she could without causing suspicion, which was probably too late for worrying about that. She leaned against the counter, tapping the register now and then. Where, oh, where was Wes?
"Oh, maybe later. I was plannin' on headin' back to the City for some tacos once I found Wes. Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. That's who I'm lookin' for. You know him? Hey! Why dontcha come have some? Or did you just get back from eatin'?" She knew he was a loony, but she also thought that it had a great deal to do with that house on the hill. She thought that maybe if she could get him away, maybe he could be rehabilitated. Then again, she had a weird crush on him. Fred had so many crushes.