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tons of pictures and videos, and her journal, which she’d kept since before Ali disappeared, but without
a
functional computer, she couldn’t look through her dad’s files for evidence.
A door slammed downstairs. Her father spoke in a muffled voice, then her mother. Spencer looked up,
her
stomach burbling. She hadn’t really spoken to them since they’d all returned from Nana’s funeral. She
glanced at her computer again, then stood and walked downstairs.
The air smelled like the baked brie her parents always bought at the Fresh Fields deli counter, and the
family’s
two labradoodles, Rufus and Beatrice, were lazing on the big round rug by the breakfast nook.
Spencer’s sister, Melissa, was in the kitchen, too, scuttling around, piling the design magazines and
books
she’d scattered around the room into a paper shopping bag. Spencer’s mom was rifling through the
drawer
that held all the phone books and numbers for the various people who helped around the house—
landscapers,
driveway sealers, electricians. Mr. Hastings was pacing from the kitchen to the dining room, his cell
phone to his ear.
“Uh, my computer has a virus,” Spencer said.
Her dad stopped pacing. Melissa looked up. Her mother jumped and whirled around. The corners of her
mouth turned down. She turned back to the drawer.
“Mom?” Spencer tried again. “My computer. It’s…dead.”
Mrs. Hastings didn’t turn. “And?”
Spencer ran her fingers along the slightly wilted floral arrangement on the island until she realized
where
she’d seen the flowers last—on Nana’s casket. She pulled her hand away fast. “Well, I need it to do my
homework. Can I call Geek Squad?”
Her mother turned and examined Spencer for a few long beats. When Spencer gazed back helplessly,
Mrs.