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fact, that looked a lot like the one the Grim Reaperish person who’d stood over her in the woods
Saturday
night had worn. But that was just a coincidence…right?
Hanna ran her hand over the back of her neck and cleared her throat. “So, um, how’s the Ian
investigation?”
Wilden looked at her, his foot still pressed firmly on the gas pedal. They took the turn at the top of the
hill
fast, and the car’s tires made a screeching noise. “We have a pretty good lead that Ian’s in California.”
Hanna opened her mouth, then closed it fast. The IP address from Ian’s IMs had said that he was still in
Rosewood. “Uh, how did you find out that?” she asked.
“A tip,” Wilden growled.
“From who?”
He shot her a frozen glare. “You know I can’t tell you that.”
A gray Nissan Pathfinder was in front of them, slowly ascending the hill. Wilden revved the engine and
veered into the lane of oncoming traffic, speeding to get around. The Pathfinder honked. Two hazy
lights
appeared in the distance, heading the opposite direction. “What are you doing?” Hanna screamed,
growing
nervous. Wilden didn’t move back into the right lane. “Stop!” Hanna screamed. All at once, she was
catapulted
back to the night she’d stood in the Rosewood Day parking lot, Mona’s SUV heading straight for
her. By the time she’d realized the SUV wasn’t going to swerve, she couldn’t move, petrified and
helpless. It
had felt as if there was nothing she could have done to stop what had happened.
Hanna shut her eyes, anxiety overpowering her. There was a loud, blaring horn, and Wilden’s car
swerved.
When Hanna opened her eyes again, they were back in their own lane.
“What is wrong with you?” Hanna demanded, her whole body trembling.
Wilden glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He looked…amused. “Calm down.”