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cheeks were streaked with tears. Her lungs burned with sobs. She fumbled for her car keys and threw
herself
into the front seat, as if something was chasing her.
When she looked in the rearview mirror, her breath caught in her throat. Far off in the distance, she saw
two shadowy shapes of a person and a dog—a Rottweiler?—slipping safely into the woods.
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SPENCER, NEW YORKER
Spencer leaned back in her plushy seat aboard the Amtrak Acela train to New York, watching the
conductor
sway through the car taking tickets. Even though it was only Saturday, and even though Michael
Hutchins,
the Realtor, had said the landlord was using the weekend to clean out her brand-new Perry Street
apartment,
Spencer couldn’t wait until Monday afternoon to see it. She might not be able to get inside the place
today, but that didn’t matter—merely sitting on the stoop, checking out the stores on her block, and
getting
a cappuccino at her soon-to-be-local Starbucks would be enough. She wanted to hit the furniture shops
in
Chelsea and on Fifth Avenue and put a few things on hold. She was eager to sit in a café and read The
New
Yorker, now that she would soon be one.
Perhaps this was what Ian felt once he’d escaped from Rosewood, free from his troubles, eager to start
over.
Where was Ian now? Rosewood? Or had he wised up and skipped town? She thought again about the
person
she’d seen in the woods outside the barn last night. It had definitely looked like Melissa…but wasn’t she
in Philly? Perhaps Ian had left something behind after his dead-body stunt, something he’d asked
Melissa