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Hanna ran up to the Ali shrine, which was still assembled at the curb. A few of the candles had been
replaced,
and one was lit, dancing in the wind. There were a few hand-lettered signs on poster board that said
things like, WE’LL FIND HIM, ALI, and IAN WILL PAY FOR THIS!
She crouched down and looked at the photograph that had been part of the shrine ever since it was first
assembled,
back when Ali’s body had been recovered. The photo was warped and faded from months of rain
and snow. It was a picture of sixth-grade Ali, wearing a blue Von Dutch T-shirt and Seven jeans, standing
in
Spencer’s grand foyer. The photo had been taken the night Melissa and Ian were going to the Rosewood
Day Winter Ball—Ali had been vehement about spying on them, giggling hysterically when Melissa
tripped
on the stairs during her grand entrance. Who knew, maybe Ali had something going on with Ian even
back
then.
Hanna frowned, looking closer at the photo. Behind Ali, the Hastingses’ front door was slightly open,
offering
a partial view of Spencer’s front yard. Standing in Spencer’s driveway next to Ian and Melissa’s Hummer
limo was a lone figure in a down jacket and jeans. Hanna couldn’t really make out who it was, his face a
blur. Still, there was something intrusive and voyeuristic about the person’s posture, as if whoever it was
wanted to spy on Ian and Melissa too.
A door slammed. Hanna jumped, looking up. For a moment, she couldn’t locate where the noise had
come
from. Then she saw Darren Wilden standing at the bottom of the Cavanaughs’ driveway. When he saw
Hanna,
he did a double take.
“Hanna,” Wilden said. “What are you…doing?”
Hanna’s heart started to beat faster, like she’d just been caught shoplifting. “Running. What are you
doing?”