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<strong>Killer</strong>
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NOTHING LIKE AN ULTIMATUM TO KICK OFF THE WEEKEND
There it was. The big Victorian house at the corner of the cul-de-sac, the one with the rose trellises along
the
fence and the wraparound teak deck in the back. Yellow Do Not Cross police tape was supposed to be
around the half-dug hole in the backyard…only there was no tape anywhere. As a matter of fact, there
wasn’t a hole anywhere. The yard was a wide, flat expanse of freshly mown grass, untouched by
backhoes or
bulldozers.
Hanna looked down. She was on her old mountain bike, the one she hadn’t touched since she got a
driver’s
license. And her hands looked swollen. Her jeans strained across her butt. Her thighs bulged. A strand of
poop-brown hair fell over her eyes. She ran her tongue over her teeth and felt rough, metal braces.
When
she gazed into Ali’s backyard, she saw Spencer crouched behind the raspberry bushes that bordered
Ali’s
house and hers. Spencer’s hair was shorter and a little lighter, the way it looked in sixth grade. There
was
skinny, baby-faced Emily behind the tomato vines, her eyes darting nervously back and forth. Aria, with
big
pink streaks in her hair and wearing a freaky German tunic, ducked next to a big oak.
Hanna shuddered. She knew why they were here—they wanted to steal Ali’s flag. This was the Saturday
after
Time Capsule had begun.
The four girls marched to one another, annoyed. Then they heard a thud, and the back door opened.
Hanna
and the others crouched behind the trees while Jason stormed across the yard. The patio door slammed
again. Ali stood on the porch, her hands on her hips, her blond hair spilling down her shoulders, her lips