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alcove near the lobby. Someone was emerging from the confession booth, his head bowed. Emily
brought
the phone close to her face. The guy in the photo was tall, with short, dark hair. A Rosewood Police
Department
badge glowed on his jacket, and a pair of handcuffs dangled from his belt.
Wilden?
Then she noticed the text at the bottom of the photo. Even though she wasn’t quite sure what it meant,
an
uneasy shiver rippled from the top of her head down to the soles of her feet.
I guess we all have stuff to feel guilty about, huh?—A
<strong>Killer</strong>
18
SOMETHING’S ROTTEN IN ROSEWOOD…
Friday morning, as the sky was turning from dark blue to pale purple, Hanna zipped up her green Puma
running jacket and did a couple of calf stretches against the big maple tree in her front yard. Then she
set
off running down her driveway, listening to music on her iPhone. She’d been an idiot not to get an
iPhone
sooner—armed with a new unlisted phone number, she hadn’t received a single text from New A.
New A was certainly texting Emily up a storm, though—Hanna had received a forward from Emily early
this
morning, a photo of Darren Wilden skulking around a church. What do you think this means? Emily
wrote,
as if Hanna really would know. Lots of people went to church. She didn’t buy that A was sending Emily
texts as all-important clues. More than likely, A was just messing with poor Emily’s already addled mind.
But Hanna had received quite a few texts from Mike Montgomery. Like the one that came in right now:
U
awake?
Yes, Hanna typed back quickly. On a run.