Page 94 of Throwing Shade
“Those were test runs for yours truly,” Emmett said.
“Do you know how she made you? Was there anything special about it?”
Emmett ran a finger around the rim of the bottle. “Other than the…” He looked at me guiltily and then quickly away. “I don’t know. With clay and sculpting tools and shit.”
“Ordinary clay?”
“Nothing about me is ordinary,” he leered.
“You want to keep your other leg?” Laurent said mildly. He dumped the mop in the bucket, the floor once again clean, and wiped his hands off on his jeans, before reordering the books I’d shelved.
“Sculpting clay.” Emmett drank some beer.
“She’d need a workspace and tools to do that. Mei Lin might well have set her up somewhere else.” I stacked more books on the table for Laurent to categorize according to whatever system he used. “Factoring in extra clay for mistakes and excess pieces,” I said, “that’s a few hundred pounds. You wouldn’t buy it online because shipping costs would cripple you, if they’d even do it. And you can’t walk in to the store and buy that large an amount. Though you could have it delivered once you special ordered it.”
If I got an address, I could stop Jude and prevent anyone else from being harmed.
Laurent sat down on the floor to organize the bottom shelf. “There’s probably only a few places that sell it, but none of them are going to release customer information.”
I smiled. “Maybe not to me.”
