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Taking a deep breath, she reached into her purse. The text was from Emily. Pull around back. School is
mobbed with news vans again.
Aria groaned. The news vans had clogged up the school’s front drive the day before, too. Every media
outlet
in the tristate area had sunk their teeth into the Ian Dead Body story. On the 7 A.M. news, reporters had
canvassed the Rosewood Starbucks, random mothers waiting with their kids at school bus stops, and
some
people in the local DMV line, asking if they thought the cops had bungled the case. Most people said
yes.
Many were outraged that the police might be hiding something about Ali’s murder. Some of the more
tabloidy newspapers concocted elaborate conspiracy theories—that Ian had used a body double in the
woods, or that Ali had a long-lost cross-dressing cousin who was responsible not only for her murder,
but
also a string of killings in Connecticut.
Aria craned her neck over the line of Audis and BMWs that jammed the driveway to the school. Sure
enough, there were five news vans parked in the bus lane, blocking traffic.
“Sweet!” Mike exclaimed, his eyes on the vans too. “Let me off here. That Cynthia Hewley’s hot. Think
she’d
do me?” Cynthia Hewley was the curvy blond reporter relentlessly covering Ian’s trial. Every guy at
Rosewood
Day hoped she’d do him.
Aria didn’t stop the car. “What would Savannah say about that?” She poked Mike’s arm. “Or have you
forgotten
you have a girlfriend?”
Mike flicked a toggle on his navy duffel coat. “I kind of don’t anymore.”
“What?” Aria had met Savannah at the Rosewood Day benefit, and thrillingly, she’d been normal and
nice.
Aria had always worried that Mike’s first real girlfriend would be a skanky, brainless Barbie on loan from
Turbulence, the local strip club.