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“That’s what it sounds like,” Spencer said. “But there’s something else.” She pointed to a few lines of
text at
the bottom of the computer printout. It was the IP address of where the Instant Messages were from.
“It
says Ian IM’ed us from somewhere in Rosewood.”
“Rosewood?” Aria shrieked. “You mean he’s still…here?”
Hanna’s face paled. “Why would Ian stay here? Why wouldn’t he skip town?”
“Maybe he’s not done searching for the truth,” Spencer suggested.
“Or maybe he’s not done with us…for turning him in,” Aria said.
Emily heard a whoop behind her and jumped. A crow was slowly circling the playground. When she
turned
back to her friends, their eyes were wide, and their jaws were tense.
“Aria’s right,” Hanna said, picking back up on the conversation. “If Ian’s alive, we don’t know what he’s
up
to. He still might be after us. And he still might be guilty.”
“I don’t know,” Spencer protested.
Emily faced Spencer, confused. “But you told the cops it was him! What about that memory you had of
seeing
Ian with Ali on the night she died?”
Spencer shoved her hands in her coat pockets. “I’m not sure if I really remember that…or if it was just
what
I wanted to believe.”
Emily’s stomach burned. What was true…and what wasn’t? She stared across the playground. A group of
students were marching down the sidewalk into the sixth-grade wing. More students passed in front of
the
long line of classroom windows, walking to the coat closet. Emily had forgotten that sixth graders didn’t
have proper lockers; they had to put their stuff in cubbies in that tiny coatroom. The coatroom used to
get
so stinky by midmorning, smelling like everyone’s bagged lunches.