Archie backed away and headed down the hall where Razor Burn had directed him. A very young-looking woman had her ear against the bathroom door. She was skinny in an unformed way, like she’d just had a growth spurt and hadn’t gotten used to her longer limbs yet. She looked like she should be wearing jeans and a backpack, on her way to high school, but instead she was wearing a royal blue slip dress and carrying a pair of stiletto heels in her hand. A mask coated in purple glitter was pushed up on her forehead in a tangle of blond hair. When Archie got close, she looked up at him and laughed. Her face was pink. The whites of her eyes were bloodshot. She reeked of alcohol. Most cops didn’t need a sobriety test to tell if someone was drunk. The sobriety test was for the courts. Cops could tell the moment you rolled down the window. It was all in the eyes.

“Are you okay?” Archie asked.

“My friend’s a little wasted,” she said. She held up another mask—this one coated in gold glitter—which Archie assumed belonged to the friend. She laughed again, and Archie could hear, underneath her giggles, the distinct sound of someone violently vomiting on the other side of the bathroom door.

“Do you want me to get help?” Archie asked.

The young woman had her hand on the door, holding herself upright. Her silver nail polish was chipped, like she’d chewed at it. “She’s fine,” she said with a hiccup. “She said so.”

“Get her some water, okay?” Archie said. She nodded vigorously and Archie started to turn away, but then turned back. “How old are you?” he asked.

She paused—probably longer than she thought she did. “Twenty-two.”

There was no way she was more than nineteen. “Listen,” Archie started to say. But his concentration was broken by the sound of Jack Reynolds’s voice behind him. Archie turned to look down the hall and saw Jack leading two men in tuxedos through the foyer in the direction of his office. Jack was between them, a step behind—a hand on each of their shoulders. Archie couldn’t see the men’s faces, only Jack’s. But as they stepped out of Archie’s view, Jack looked up, right at Archie, and smiled.