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336 pages, ebook
First published May 8, 2012
"'Do you see it?' Mr. Smith demanded, tapping the paper.
Farther down, in letters almost as large, was a headline about Jade's murder. There was no photo of my uncle Chris, but I knew he was the "local man" who'd been picked up for questioning, thanks to a tip. Also that the "tip" had been an anonymous phone call that my uncle had been seen in the area around the time Jade was believed to have been killed, even though he'd been home, asleep. Uncle Chris had been released, beut was still considered a suspect, in spite of the fact that there was no evidence whatsoever to connect him to the crime or to the victim. Some tip.
'I'm sorry, no. I really don't see what any of this-' I started to say.
The cemetery sexton tapped the paper again, impatiently. 'Here' he said.
I looked where he was tapping.
Local Girl Missing, Feared Dead.
Beneath it was a photo of me-my most recent school photo.
'Oh, no.' My heart filling with dread, I took the paper from Mr. Smith's hands. 'Couldn't they have found a better picture?'"
"Both Mr. Smith's cry of alarm and the fact that John grabbed me by the wrist as I was reaching into my book bag for my cell phone stopped me from making calls of any sort.
'You can't use your phone,' Mr. Smith said. 'The police-and your father-are surely waiting for you to do just that. They'll triangulate on the signal from the closest cell tower, and find you.' When I stared at him for his use of the word triangulate, Mr. Smith shook his head and said, 'My partner, Patrick, is obsessed with Law & Order reruns.'"