Perfect: A Pretty Little Liars Novel

But was that suspicious enough to bring up? It seemed like nothing, but it was hard to know what the
police were looking for.
“She seemed okay,” Spencer said slowly.
Wilden looked at Spencer dead-on. “You know, my older sister was a lot like Alison. She was the
leader of her clique, too. Whatever my sister said, her friends did. Anything. And they kept all kinds of
secrets for her. Is that how it worked for you guys?”
Hanna curled up her toes, suddenly irritated at where this conversation was going.
“I don’t know,” Emily mumbled. “Maybe.”
Wilden glanced down at the vibrating cell phone clipped to his holster. “Excuse me.” He ducked toward
the garage, pulling his phone from his belt.
As soon as he was out of earshot, Emily let out a pent-up breath. “Guys, we have to tell him.”
Hanna narrowed her eyes. “Tell him what?”
Emily held up her hands. “Jenna is blind. We did that.”
Hanna shook her head. “Count me out. And anyway, Jenna’s fine. Seriously. Have you noticed those
Gucci sunglasses she wears? You have to get on, like, a year-long waiting list for a pair of those—they’re
harder to score than a Birkin bag.”
Aria gaped at Hanna. “What solar system are you from? Who cares about Gucci sunglasses?”
“Well, obviously not someone like you,” Hanna spat.
Aria tensed her jaw and leaned back. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“I think you know,” Hanna snarled.
“Guys,” Spencer warned.
Aria sighed and turned to face the side yard. Hanna glared at her pointy chin and ski-slope nose. Even
Aria’s profile wasn’t as pretty as hers.
“We should tell him about Jenna,” Emily goaded.
“And A. The police should handle this. We’re in over our heads.”