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than anything else. Hanna distinctly remembered how Ali kept looking over at the woods and her house,
as
if she thought someone was listening. Then, after whining about her missing piece for a while, Ali
suddenly
snapped back to her bitchy, frosty self, walking away from Hanna and the others without another word,
like
there was something more important on her mind than talking to four losers.
When it was clear Ali wasn’t coming back outside, Hanna had walked to the front yard and retrieved her
bike. Ali’s street had seemed so pleasant. The Cavanaughs had a pretty red tree house in their side yard.
Spencer’s family had a big windmill spinning at the back of the property. There was a house down the
street
that had a humungous six-car garage and a water fountain in the front yard. Later, Hanna would learn it
was where Mona lived.
And then she’d heard an engine backfiring. A sleek, vintage black car with tinted windows chugged at
Ali’s
curb, as if waiting…or watching. Something about it made the hair on the back of Hanna’s neck stand up.
Maybe that’s who stole Ali’s flag, she’d thought. Not that she ever found out for sure.
Hanna gazed at Naomi, who was adding Splenda to her mint tea. Naomi and Riley used to be Ali’s best
friends in sixth grade, but right after Time Capsule started, Ali ditched them both. She never explained
why.
Maybe Naomi and Riley had been the ones who’d stolen Ali’s flag—maybe they’d been inside that black
car
Hanna had seen at the curb. And maybe that was why Ali dropped them—maybe Ali asked them for her
flag
back, and when they denied they’d taken it, she cut them off. But if that was what happened, why didn’t
Naomi or Riley turn in the flag as their own? Why did the flag stay lost?
There was a commotion at the front of Steam, and the crowd parted. Eight Rosewood Day lacrosse boys
strutted by in a cocky, confident herd. Mike Montgomery was wedged between Noel Kahn and James
Freed.