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“Searching…for the killer?” Emily whispered.
“I guess. I don’t know what else it could mean.”
“Do you think it has to do with that photo I got? The one of Ali and Jenna?”
“I don’t know.” Spencer sounded hopeless. “That doesn’t make much sense either.”
A toilet flushed, and a pair of loafers shuffled behind one of the stall doors. Emily tensed. She hadn’t
realized
anyone else was in the bathroom. “I have to go,” she hissed into the phone.
“Okay,” Spencer said. “Be careful.”
Emily clapped her phone shut and stuffed it back into her pocket. When the stall door opened and the
woman emerged, Emily’s blood went cold.
“Oh.” Mrs. Colbert stopped short. She was dressed in a silk blouse and black pants, as if she’d come
from
work. The corners of her mouth turned sharply down.
“Hi,” Emily chirped, her voice an octave higher than it normally was. Her hands shook. “H-how are you?”
Mrs. Colbert whisked past her to the sink and turned on the hot tap. She plunged her hands underneath
the
stream of water, rubbing so vigorously it was a wonder her skin didn’t peel off in curls. She was blocking
the
paper towel dispenser, but Emily didn’t dare ask her to move.
“Are you and Mr. Colbert having dinner here?” Emily asked, mustering a smile. “I love their burgers.”
Mrs. Colbert whirled around and glared at her. “Cut the sweet act. It’s insulting.”
Emily sucked in her stomach. Another cheer erupted from the bar. “I’m…sorry?”
Mrs. Colbert turned off the tap and tore off a piece of paper towel violently, wadding it up in her hands.
“I
didn’t want to say this in front of my son, which is why I tolerated you at dinner the other night. But
you’ve
disrespected me and my home. As far as I’m concerned, you’re trash. Don’t you dare set foot in my
house