They All Had A Reason: A rumor. A secret. A lie. A murder. (They All Had A Reason, #1)

by Michele Leathers

I find my good friend, Bridger Silverfield. He’s the twin brother of the narcissist, Bellany.

The front pocket of Ace’s shirt, the one he had his phone stuffed in earlier is ripped and hanging by a few threads. I wonder if maybe he caught it on the fence when he was ditching the cops.

There are some scratches on his cheek. Did he get those from climbing the fence, too?

Bellany wanted me to think he was a bad person so I would stay away from him.

“Somebody signed in as Bellany Silverfield. I wonder who did this? This is hilarious!”

No, I tell myself. Quit thinking she’s alive. That’s impossible. Bellany is dead.

Bridger is getting into his car instead of the limo with the rest of his family.

He did? I wasn’t aware of this. Why hadn’t Gemma told me about this either? A private birthday celebration seems like a noteworthy thing for her to bring up.

Gemma didn’t tell me about the special basketball practice Quentin had the night of Bellany’s party, which made him late. She didn’t tell me about the special birthday celebration Quentin had with Bellany the night before her party, either. I guess there’s no reason I should feel guilty about keeping my encounter with Bellany’s bloody body a secret from her. We obviously aren’t as close as I thought we were.

Heaven help me if there’s something gross on my face like a crusty booger hanging out of my nose.

I try to read his expression, because deciphering his grunting is pretty much impossible. I don’t speak caveman.

Remember Quentin, first you’ll get a college scholarship, do a year in college, then you’ll get picked up by the NBA. It’s as simple as that. Yep, my boy is going to make me a rich woman one day.

Gemma would talk about how nice it would be if Bellany wasn’t around to interfere with her and Bridger anymore.