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As they reached the car, a person wearing a heavy gray jacket with the furry hood tight over his head
barreled
toward them. His eyes blazed. “Is this your car?” He pointed at the Volvo.
Emily stopped, startled. “Y-yeah…”
“Look what you did!” The guy stomped through the snow and pointed at a BMW parked in front of the
Volvo.
There was a ding right under the license plate. “You parked here after me,” the guy growled. “Did you
even look before you pulled in?”
“I-I’m sorry,” Emily stammered. She couldn’t recall bumping anything when she parked, but she had
been
in a daze all day.
Isaac faced the guy. “It might have been there before. Maybe you just didn’t notice it.”
“It wasn’t,” the guy sneered. As he staggered closer to them, his hood fell off. He had tousled blond hair,
piercing blue eyes, and a familiar, heart-shaped face. Emily sucked in her stomach. It was Ali’s brother,
Jason
DiLaurentis.
She waited, sure Jason would recognize her too—Emily had been at Ali’s house practically every day in
sixth
and seventh grade, and Jason had also just seen her at Ian’s trial on Friday. But Jason’s face was red, and
his eyes weren’t looking directly at anything; it seemed like he had worked himself into an enraged
trance.
Emily sniffed the air in front of him, wondering if he was drunk. But she couldn’t smell alcohol on his
breath.
“Are you guys even old enough to drive?” Jason roared. He took another threatening step toward Emily.
Isaac stepped between them, shielding Emily from him. “Whoa. You don’t need to yell.”
Jason’s nostrils flared. He clenched his fists, and for a moment, Emily thought he was going to throw a
punch. Then, a couple stepped out of the diner onto the street, and Jason turned his head. He let out a
frustrated