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Aria nodded. “It’s been in an old shoe box for years. When I moved my stuff to my dad’s house, I saw
the
box again. But I didn’t open it.”
Hanna’s face paled. “I had a dream this morning about the day we tried to steal Ali’s flag. I need to see
it.”
Aria began to protest when she felt a buzzing on her hip. Her cell phone was ringing. “Hang on,” she
mumbled,
glancing at the screen. “I have a new text.”
Emily’s tiny clutch began to hum. “Me too,” she whispered. They stared at each other. Hanna’s iPhone
was
silent, but she leaned over Emily’s Nokia. Aria looked at her own phone and pressed read.
Don’t you girls hate it when your Manolos start to pinch? Me, I like to soak my toes in my backyard hot
tub.
Or sit in my cozy barn, snuggled under a blanket. It’s so quiet there, now that the big, protective cops
are
gone.—A
Aria looked around at the others, puzzled.
“It sounds like A is talking about Spencer’s barn,” Emily whispered. Her mouth fell open. “I talked to
Spencer earlier today. She’s out in the barn…all alone.” She pointed at the words now that the big,
protective
cops are gone. “What if she’s in danger? What if A is warning us that something awful is going to
happen?”
Hanna put her iPhone on speaker and dialed Spencer’s number. But the line rang and rang, finally going
to
voice mail. Aria’s heart pounded hard. “We should go make sure she’s okay,” she whispered.
Then Aria felt someone’s eyes on her from across the room. She looked around and noticed a darkhaired
man in a Rosewood Day Police uniform by the door. Wilden. He was glaring at them, his piercing green
eyes narrow slits, his mouth turned down. He looked as if he’d heard everything they said…and all of it
was