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to retrieve. But then, did that mean Melissa knew something about where he was and what he was
doing?
Maybe she knew who A was too. If only Melissa would call Spencer back—she wanted to ask her sister if
she
knew anything about the photos Emily had received. What did a photo of Ali, Naomi, and Jenna have to
do
with a photo of Wilden in church? And why hadn’t Aria or Hanna received any missives from A, just
Spencer and Emily? Was A focusing on them first? Were they in more danger than the others? And if
Spencer moved to New York City, would she finally leave this A nightmare behind? She hoped so.
The train descended into a tunnel, and the passengers began to stand. “Penn Station next,” a
conductor’s
voice blared over the loudspeaker. Spencer grabbed her canvas shoulder bag and got in line with the
others.
When she emerged into the great hall, she looked around. The signs to the subways, the taxis, and the
exits
were a jumble. Pulling her purse close to her side, she followed the crowd up a long elevator to the
street.
Cabs jammed the broad avenue. Lights flashed in her face. The gray buildings rose into the sky.
Spencer flagged down a cab. “Two twenty-three Perry Street,” she told the driver when she got in. The
driver
nodded, then veered into traffic, turning up the sports station on the radio. Spencer jiggled up and down
giddily, wanting to tell him that she lived here, that she was going to her brand-new apartment, and that
it
was right around the corner from her mom’s.
The cab driver ambled down Seventh Avenue and turned into the mazelike streets of the West Village.
When he took a right onto Perry, Spencer sat up straighter. It was a beautiful street. Old, well -
maintained
brownstones lined each side. A girl about Spencer’s age in a gorgeous winter white wool coat and a big
fur