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cheeks, and forehead. Her head was still attached. As she stared out the kitchen window, trying to figure
out
what to do, her cell phone chimed.
Emily’s heart sank. So A was involved. She reached for the phone, her fingers trembling. One new
picture
message.
An image appeared on the screen. It was an old photo of someone’s backyard. Ali’s backyard—Emily
recognized
the tree house in the big oak off to the side. And there was Ali, her face young and smiling and bright.
She was wearing a field hockey uniform from Rosewood Youth League, meaning the photo was from
fifth or
sixth grade—after that, Ali played JV for Rosewood Day. There were two other girls in the picture too.
One
had blond hair and was mostly concealed by a tree—it had to be Naomi Zeigler, one of Ali’s best friends
at
the time. The other girl was in profile. She had dark hair, pale skin, and naturally red lips.
Jenna Cavanaugh.
Emily held the phone outstretched, puzzled. Where was the blackmail about her? Where was the
gleeful,
Gotcha! Mommy thinks you’re a big dirty slut! message? Why wasn’t A behaving like…A?
Then she noticed the accompanying text at the bottom of the photo. Emily read it four time s, trying to
understand.
One of these things doesn’t belong. Figure it out quickly…or else.—A
<strong>Killer</strong>
13
THAT MOTHER-DAUGHTER BOND
That same Wednesday evening, Spencer boarded the Amtrak Acela bullet train at the 30th Street
Station,