Nightfall (Devil's Night, #4)

by Penelope Douglas

“They say McClanahan sacrificed himself so the season could go on.” Like he took the blame? He didn’t do it? “That’s what they say, anyway,” he mused, a gleam hitting his eyes. “But the whispers tell of something else.” A flutter hit my stomach, and I barely breathed, waiting for him to continue. “They say she was caught between two best friends—McClanahan, who was in love with her, and A.P., her boyfriend. He wasn’t wealthy like McClanahan, but he was clever. And ambitious. Not someone to be underestimated.” My interest piqued even more. A mystery. I liked mysteries. “They say she was pregnant,” he told me. “They say she jumped.” And then he looked at me again. “They say Edward… didn’t.” Didn’t jump? So the rumors say Edward was pushed instead? A smile played on his lips. “They say the note on the kitchen table was a confession, but not his.” He took another breath and looked out the front windshield again. Everyone revered Edward because they thought he took the fall to save the team’s season. Save some kids their college scholarships and a coach his job. I always thought it was moronic. Edward clearly didn’t understand all that life could throw at you. He had far bigger things to survive than a scandal. But I liked the way Will told it. Like nothing was what it seemed, and there was a story waiting to be unearthed. After all, no one really knew what happened out at the Point all those decades ago.