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winced as Led Zeppelin’s “Black Dog” snarled out of the speakers. “Can you turn it down a little?” she
whined.
Mike kept bobbing his head. “It’s best to listen to Zeppelin at maximum volume. That’s what Noel and I
do.
Did you know the guys in the band were serious badasses? Jimmy Page rode his motorcycle down hotel
hallways. Robert Plant threw TVs out windows onto the Sunset Strip.”
“Nope, can’t say I knew that,” Aria said dryly. Today, Aria had the unfortunate chore of driving Mike to
school. Mike usually rode with his Typical Rosewood mentor, Noel Kahn, but Noel’s Range Rover was in
the
shop getting an even larger stereo installed. God forbid Mike take the bus.
Mike absentmindedly fiddled with the yellow rubber Rosewood Day lacrosse bracelet he wore nonstop
on
his right wrist. “So why are you living with Dad again?”
“I thought I should spend equal time with Ella and Byron,” Aria mumbled. She made a left-hand turn
onto
the long drive that led to the school, narrowly missing a fat squirrel darting across the road. “And we
should
get to know Meredith, don’t you think?”
“But she’s a puke machine.” Mike made a face.
“She’s not that bad. And they’re moving into that bigger house today.” Aria had overheard Byron
breaking
the news to Ella on the phone the night before, and she assumed Ella had told Mike and Xavier. “I’ll have
a
whole floor to myself.”
Mike gave her a suspicious look, but Aria stuck to her story.
Aria’s cell phone, which was nestled in her yak-fur bag, beeped. She glanced at it nervously. She hadn’t
received
a text from whoever this new A was since they’d discovered Ian’s body Saturday night, but like Emily
had said the other day, Aria had the distinct feeling that she was going to get a text from A any second.