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Her stomach flipped. Right. Whoever wrote this didn’t have a very good sense of humor.
Another bloop. You there?
Spencer looked at the unfamiliar IM screen name. USCMidfielderRoxx. Ian had gone to USC, and he
played
midfield in soccer. But that didn’t mean anything. Right?
The bloops kept coming. I’m sorry I left without telling you…but they hated me. You know that. They
found
out that I knew. That’s why I had to run. Spencer’s hands began to shake. Someone was messing with
her,
just like they’d messed with Ian’s parents. Ian didn’t run. He was dead.
But why was there no trace of his remains in the woods? Why hadn’t the cops found a single thing?
Spencer waved her fingers over the keys. Prove it’s really you, she typed, not bothering to explain that it
wasn’t Melissa. She shut her eyes, trying to think of something personal about Ian. Something that
Melissa
and Spencer would know. Something that wasn’t in Ali’s diary, either. The press had done an exposé of
everything
Ali had written in her diary about Ian, like how they’d gotten together after a soccer game the fall
of seventh grade, how Ian had crammed for the SATs using a Ritalin pill a friend had given him, and how
he
hadn’t been sure if he really deserved being named the Rosewood Day varsity soccer team’s MVP—Ali’s
brother, Jason, was far more talented. Whoever was pretending to be Ian would know all that. If only
she
could think of something super private.
Then the perfect thing came to her. Something she was pretty sure that even Ali didn’t know. What’s
your
real middle name? she typed.
There was a pause. Spencer leaned back, waiting. When Melissa was a senior in high school, she’d
gotten
drunk on eggnog on Christmas Day and confessed that Ian’s parents wanted him to be a girl. When Mrs.