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By the time they were pulling into the King James Mall, both were belting out the lyrics to “Dazed and
Confused.”
Mike knew every verse by heart and even did a dramatic air guitar solo, which made Hanna buckle
over in laughter.
The mall parking lot was packed. A Home Depot was off to their left, the Bloomingdale’s doors in the
middle,
and the haute section—with stores like Louis Vuitton and Jimmy Choo—was on the right. As they
stepped out into the crisp night air, Hanna heard someone grunt. A man stood next to a white car in the
Home Depot lot, struggling to lift a heavy barrel of what looked like propane into the trunk of his car.
When
he moved out of the way, she noticed the writing on the car doors. Rosewood Police Department. The
guy
had an angular chin and a pointy nose. A shock of dark hair stuck out from the bottom of his black wool
hat.
Wilden?
Hanna watched as he lifted the second tub of propane, struggling to fit it in the trunk next to the other
one.
Did his house not have a normal heater? She considered waving, but then turned away. Wilden had told
the
press that they’d made up seeing Ian’s body in the woods. He’d turned all of Rosewood against them.
Asshole.
“Come on,” she said to Mike, giving Wilden one last look. He had shut the trunk and was now holding his
cell phone to his ear, his posture rigid, his shoulders square. It reminded Hanna of a time a few months
ago,
back when Wilden and her mom had been dating. He’d spent the night, and early in the morning, Hanna
had heard whispers in the hall. When she peeked out, she saw Wilden standing in front of the hall
window,
looking out into the yard, his body rigid and his voice hoarse and harsh. Who the hell was he talking to?
Was he sleepwalking? Hanna had slunk back to bed before Wilden noticed her.