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Aria followed Jason’s black BMW into Hollis. She made a point to check his back bumper for any big
dents,
remembering what Emily had said about her and Jason’s altercation the other day. But as far as she
could
tell, the bumper was flawless and dent-free.
After they both found parking spaces on the street, Jason led her down a narrow alley and up the stairs
of
an old Victorian house with the word BATES hanging on a sign over the front porch. There was a creaky
black rocking chair off to the right, as spindly as a skeleton.
“This is a bar?” Aria looked around. The Hollis bars she knew, like Snooker’s and the Victory Brewery,
were
dark, foul-smelling places that had no decoration besides a few neon Guinness and Budweiser signs.
Bates,
on the other hand, had stained-glass windows, a brass knocker on the front door, and a bunch of longdead
hanging plants swinging from the porch ceiling. It reminded Aria of the creaky mansion her Reykjavík
piano
teacher, Brynja, lived in.
The door swung open, leading to an enormous parquet-floored parlor. Red velvet couches lined the
sides of
the room, and dramatic curtains billowed over the windows. “Supposedly the place is haunted,” Jason
whispered
to her. “That’s why they call it Bates, like the Bates Motel from Psycho.” He walked up to the bar and
sat on a stool.
Aria looked away. Back before Ali’s body had been found, she’d thought A was Ali—or maybe her ghost.
The
blond flashes she’d seen had probably been Mona, who’d stalked each of them for their dirtiest secrets.
But
now that Mona was dead, Aria still sometimes swore she saw someone with blond hair just like Ali’s
duck