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mean she was about to climb aboard the smelly Rosewood Day school bus.
“No worries,” Kirsten said. “You need a ride on Monday, too?”
“If it’s not too much trouble,” Spencer mumbled.
She’d tried calling Aria for a ride, since Aria now lived one neighborhood over, but Aria had said she had
“something to do” this afternoon, mysteriously not saying what it was. And it wasn’t like she could ask
Andrew.
All day, she’d thought he was going to apologize—if he had, she would have apologized to him too,
and promised they would stay together if she moved. Andrew pointedly didn’t say a word to her in any
of
their shared classes. That, Spencer figured, was that.
Kirsten gave Spencer a wave and pulled away from the curb one-handed. Turning, Spencer walked up
the
driveway. The neighborhood was still and silent, and the sky was a drab, purplish-gray. The KILLER
graffiti
on the garage doors had been painted over, but the new color didn’t quite match, and the word still
showed
through faintly. Spencer averted her eyes, not wanting to look at it. Who had put it there? A? But…why?
To
scare her, or to warn her?
The house was empty, smelling like Murphy’s Oil Soap and Windex, meaning the Hastingses’ cleaning
lady,
Candace, had just left. Spencer ran upstairs, grabbed Olivia’s expandable folder from the desk in her
room,
and exited the house through the back door. Even though her parents weren’t here, she didn’t want to
be in
their house when she did this. She needed complete privacy.
She unlocked the barn’s front door and flipped on the kitchen and living room lights. Everything was as
she’d left it since the last time she’d been in here, down to the half-filled water glass by the computer.
She