“Aw, you’re sweet.” Maddy reached across and patted Theresa’s shoulder. “He was. Is. A moron. Goes around calling himself Whistler, like being immortal means he doesn’t need a real name. You have a real name. Even I have a real name. What’s his problem?” She snorted and shook her head.

The cigarette burned bright between her fingers as Maddy sucked on the filter.