Jane slips the photo between the pages of Shay’s Data Book, which is at the foot of the futon. Jane opens the closet door. “Nothing here either.” “Should we look in her creepy notebook to see if she wrote anything recently?” suggests Cassandra. Jane grabs it and begins flipping the pages. The picture flutters out. Jody bends down to retrieve it. Cassandra holds her breath. Both sisters stare as Jody looks at the photograph of Amanda on the High Line, wearing a straw hat and tilting up her chin.
Gets dumber by the minute
