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And then she shot across the ballroom. Somebody was hiding something, all right. And this time, they
couldn’t turn to the cops for help.
<strong>Killer</strong>
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CREEPIER AND CREEPIER
By the time Aria finally fought through the snarl of traffic in line to park at the Radley opening, she was
over an hour late. She tossed her keys to the valet and searched the crowd of bouncers, formally
dressed
partygoers, and photographers for Emily, but she wasn’t anywhere.
After Jason had found Aria in his apartment earlier today and demanded she leave, Aria hadn’t known
what
to do. Finally, she’d driven to St. Basil’s cemetery and walked up the hills to Ali’s grave. The last time Aria
was here, Ali’s casket wasn’t yet in the ground—Mr. and Mrs. DiLaurentis had held off on burying her, in
denial that their daughter was truly dead. And although the DNA evidence still hadn’t come in that it
truly
was Ali’s body in the half-dug hole in the DiLaurentises’ backyard, the family must have faced reality,
because
Aria had heard that they’d finally interred Ali quietly last month, without a ceremony.
Alison Lauren DiLaurentis, the headstone said. There was a new layer of freshly planted grass around her
grave site, already stiff and frosty from the cold. Aria stared hard at the slab of marble, wishing Ali could
talk. She wanted to tell Ali about the yearbook she’d found in Jason’s apartment. She wanted to ask
about
the inscription Wilden had written over Ian’s picture. What did Ian do that was so awful? And what
happened
to you? What don’t we know?
A girl in a tight black tube dress stopped Aria at the Radley’s grand, double-doored entrance. “Do you
have
an invitation?” she asked, her voice nasal and condescending. Aria produced the invite Ella had sent her,