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week, the long driveway was free of news vans. Since everyone now thought Emily and the others had
made
up seeing Ian’s body in the woods, the press had no reason to interview students.
Across the courtyard, Emily’s friends were gathered around Spencer, staring at a sheet of computer
paper
and her cell phone. Last night, Spencer had called Emily to tell her that Ian had IM’ed her and that A had
sent a text. Afterward, Emily hadn’t been able to sleep a wink. So A was back. And Ian…maybe…wasn’t
dead.
Something hard hit her shoulder, and Emily whirled around, her heart leaping to her throat. It was only
an
elementary-school boy pushing past her, running for the ball field. She placed one hand in the other,
trying
to stop it from trembling. Her hands had been shaking like crazy all morning.
“How could Ian have faked his death?” Emily blurted when she reached the circle. “We all saw him. He
looked…blue.”
Hanna, bundled in a white wool coat and faux-fur scarf, raised her shoulders. The only color in her face
was
her red-rimmed eyes; it looked like she hadn’t slept much last night, either. Aria, wearing a thin,
trendylooking
gray leather jacket and green fingerless gloves, shook her head, saying nothing. She wasn’t wearing
her usual sparkly makeup. Even neat-as-a-pin Spencer looked disheveled—her hair was in a greasy,
lumpy
ponytail.
“It fits,” Spencer croaked. “Ian pretended to be dead, and he called us to the woods because he knew
we’d
go to the police and tell them we saw him.”
Aria sank down onto one of the swings. “But why wouldn’t Ian just run? Why would he put on a show
for
us?”