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“Let’s just go up.” “Yes, ma’am,” Cooper says, linking his arm through mine. I lean into him, relieved at his presence even though initially I’d resisted it.
Just like old times when they were walking out of detention together after simon died.
“I’m watching skateboarding videos now,” he says. “This one guy took a header off a rail and he’s covered in blood.” “Stop watching that crap.” “It’s dripping into his eyes. Oh, man, he looks dead,” Owen chortles,
What kind of thirteen year old phase is that.
“You okay there?” I glance up, still favoring my sore foot, and nearly fall over. Jake Riordan is standing on the sidewalk beside my car, dressed in a crisp blue T-shirt and jeans, like he’s some kind of regular person and not the monster who’s been haunting my friends’ nightmares.
Thats the last guy you should be around all vulnerable like you are now.
Maeve bites her lip. “Phoebe, that really was you, wasn’t it?” she asks. “At Jake’s Eastland High event. Not some random girl with your exact hair and shirt.”
Maeve! Maybe not when addy is right there.
Patrick Macauley materializes in front of us, and I register the small, squat building behind him. He’s wearing a faded T-shirt and jeans that look too big for him, a ring of keys clipped to one sagging belt loop.
Its can tell where this is going. Phoebe is in the shed. The rest of the book is finding out who took her and why that happened. Also its foreshadowed with the missing keys for patricks job.
The word is written on Phoebe’s left arm in what looks like black Sharpie, each capital letter so big and bold that it should’ve been impossible to miss: Practice
Is this from when jake said all she needs is practice for replacing a car tire?
“Is that…,” one of the margarita moms asks. “You know perfectly well who it is,” another one says. “It’s appalling that he’s allowed to come here. We should complain to management.” The third woman takes a long swig of her drink before saying, “Go ahead and hit him, Nate. I’ll tell everyone it was self-defense.”
Maybe the public isnt so naive as i thought it was going to be.
There’s a word scrawled across his right arm, in the exact same block letters someone used to write on Phoebe. Makes
Let me guess the next ones goin to say perfect. Practice makes perfect
“He drowned six years ago,” Lucinda says. I let out a startled gasp as she adds, “It was such a tragedy. He had three kids—Chase, the actor, had just turned twenty-one, and the twins were still in high school. They’d started driving lessons a couple of months earlier, and Alex used to joke that being in the car with his youngest son was like taking his life into his hands. We never imagined…” She exhales a long sigh. “Anyway, their mom moved away afterward, somewhere in the Midwest. Close to family, I think.”
I swear if the killer ends up being one of those kids of his that wouldnt be shocking
But mostly, Katherine just couldn’t do the job anymore. Alex’s death really rattled her.
Omg, he was her work lover. Also watch jake be the third body.
“It’s not that simple, Alex,” she said. “I wish to God it were, but it’s not.”
Well theres the conformation of the affair
Scott Riordan continued to stride toward the door like he hadn’t heard anything. “Don’t you think I want that too?” Mom said. “I want it more than anything, but there’s Jake to consider, and—” And then Dad pulled the door the rest of the way open, and Mom stopped talking. By the time they reached her, her phone was facedown on the dining room table, and she was wearing a near-perfect replica of her usual smile.
I have a theory that scott killed alex and alex kid going to get back at him by killing jake.
The third sign was the reflection of Dad’s face in the gilt-edged dining room mirror. Scott Riordan was smiling faintly, like he always did when he got his way. But his eyes were glittering as they followed his wife’s progress into the kitchen, and Jake could read their expression even though he’d never seen anything quite like it before. His father was utterly furious.
Father like son. Controlling of partner and will do what ever he wants to feel in control again.
When I get downstairs, Evie beckons to me from the cash register.
You know she kind of just popped up. Whats her deal? Killer?
My heart rockets into my throat as I take the familiar necklace from her. Same leather cord, same three silver beads that glinted in the dim light of his bedroom the last time I ever spoke to Reggie. “Yeah,” I say, turning it over in my hand. “It did.”
I just cant imagine a thirteen year old dragging an eighteen or something year old around.
“So, what next?” Maeve sighs. “Beats me. I have zero alternate theories.
My guess is its the daughter of alex because in the beginning nate said he wanted to watch a movie or something with a girl killer which seem like foreshadow to me. Its also unexpected
“What? Why?” Dad demanded. His tone grew harsh when Alexander didn’t reply. “Why the hell are you looking at me like that?” “Katherine said that she…I thought you knew,” Alexander said. “Knew what?” “Nothing. Never mind.”
What!!! Jake is actually alex's son. That means chelsea is trying to kill her step brother.
