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A few quiet seconds passed. The only sound she heard was her own breathing. Slowly, she got up, wiped
mud off the side of her face, and looked around.
Across the clearing was a familiar, twisted tree. Aria frowned, realizing. This was where they’d found
Ian’s
body last week—she was sure of it. Something glinted from underneath a patch of logs and dry leaves.
Aria
carefully walked over to it and crouched down. It was a platinum class ring, half-caked in mud. She
pulled
her shirtsleeve over her hand and wiped the ring clean. A blue stone glinted. Around the base of the
stone
were the words Rosewood Day. She shut her eyes, remembering Ian’s body lying among the leaves just
one
week ago. Her gaze had gone straight to the class ring around his bloated finger. That ring had a blue
stone
in it too.
She shined the flashlight on the name inscribed on the inside of the band. Ian Thomas. Had this fallen off
Ian when he escaped? Had someone pried it off him? She looked again at the pile of wet leaves. The ring
had been sitting on top of them, barely hidden. How could the cops not have found it?
A twig snapped. Aria whipped her head up. The noise sounded close. More twigs broke. Leaves
crunched.
Then a figure slithered through the trees. Aria crouched down. The figure took a few steps and stopped.
It
was too dark to see who was there. Something made a sloshing noise, like liquid hitting the sides of a
container.
Aria’s eyes watered, an odd smell filling her nose. It was the odor of a gas station, one of her mosthated
smells in the world.
When she saw the figure bend down and heard the liquid glugging out of the container and splattering
on
the muddy ground, Aria realized what was happening. She stood up fast, a scream frozen in her throat.