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caught Hanna’s eye, and she whirled around. A group of girls in their twenties passed, swinging Saks
shopping
bags. They were all brunettes.
Hanna had been seeing a lot of phantom flashes of blond hair lately, and was constantly haunted by the
eerie feeling that it could be Mona Vanderwaal, her old best friend. Mona had died almost two months
earlier,
but Hanna still thought of her many times a day—all the sleepovers they’d had, all the shopping trips
they’d gone on, all the drunken nights at Mona’s house, giggling over boys who had crushes on them.
Now
that Mona was gone, there was a huge hole in Hanna’s life. At the same time, she felt like an idiot. Mona
hadn’t really been her friend—Mona had been A. She’d ruined Hanna’s relationships, aired her dirty
laundry,
and tortured her for months. And BFFs definitely didn’t hit BFFs with Daddy’s SUV.
After the shoppers passed, Hanna noticed a familiar dark-haired figure just outside Pinkberry, talking on
a
cell phone. She squinted. It was Officer Wilden.
“Just calm down,” Wilden murmured into the phone, his voice urgent and distressed. His brow furrowed
as
he listened to the person on the other end. “Okay, okay. Sit tight. I’ll be there soon.”
Hanna frowned. Had he found out something about Ian’s body? She also wanted to ask him about the
spooky hooded figure she’d seen in the woods the night of the party. Whoever it was had loomed over
Hanna
so threateningly, and, after a moment, the person had raised a finger to his lips and whispered shhh.
Why would someone shush Hanna unless he’d done something awful—and didn’t want to be seen?
Hanna
wondered if the person had something to do with Ian’s death. Maybe he was A too.
Hanna started to stand, but before she could push her chair away from the table, Wilden jogged off. She
sank back into her seat, figuring he was just busy and flustered. Unlike Spencer, Hanna didn’t think
Wilden