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The camera whipped to Laurel. She stood a few steps away from Sutton, staring at her in horror. She reached out to touch her sister, then nervously drew her hands away. “You guys . . .” Her voice cracked.
“What the hell?” Madeline sounded on the verge of panic. “What did you do, Laurel?”
“What are you talking about?” Laurel’s chin trembled. “I did exactly what you told me to do!”
Charlotte’s footsteps crunched through the dead grass. “Sutton? You’d better not be f**king with us.” When Sutton didn’t answer, Charlotte let out a shrill combination of a whimper and a shriek. “Shit, guys. Shit.”
And then, close by, someone let out a loud scream. The video camera lost picture for a moment. After a clonk it was on the ground, the image of Sutton now on its side. Footsteps scuffled through the grass, growing softer and softer until they were inaudible.
Another figure appeared on the screen almost instantly. Whoever it was pulled the blindfold off Sutton’s head and the gag from her mouth. Her hair was matted and sweaty, and her face drained of color. After a moment, Sutton opened her eyes and looked blearily into the camera lens. Emma searched her sister’s barely conscious face.
Then the monitor went dark. Emma sat rigid in the chair. “They were all there,” she said, her voice quavering. “They all did it.”
Suddenly the past two weeks snapped into sickening focus. The reason no one had noticed Emma wasn’t actually Sutton was because they all knew she wasn’t—they were all in on it. Madeline had kidnapped Emma at Sabino and taken her to Nisha’s party. Charlotte had brought Emma home to Sutton’s after Nisha’s party, and she’d walked her to tennis practice the next day. Laurel had driven Emma to and from school. They’d all been at the sleepover, and Laurel and Charlotte had figured out Emma was in the bus station so they knew they had to stop her from leaving.
They needed Emma to be Sutton. After all, no body, no crime.
“Sutton?” someone called from the hall.
Emma jumped, banging her knee on the bottom of the desk. It was Charlotte’s voice.
“Sutton?” Charlotte called again.
Emma searched the desktop frantically for Safari so she could open her Gmail. She had to send this video to herself. But her vision was blurry. All the icons looked like hieroglyphs.
“Hello?” Charlotte called again. And then, more softly, to someone behind her: “Maybe she’s in here?”
“Sutton?” a second voice called. Garrett. He knocked on Laurel’s door.
Emma darted frantically away from the computer, tipping over the desk chair in the process. She wheeled in the center of Laurel’s room for a moment, trying to figure out where to go. Under the bed? In the closet? She dashed to the window and pressed her back to the wall.
Another knock. “Sutton?” Garrett called. The doorknob began to turn. She inched over to the window and looked out. Laurel’s bedroom faced a long line of hedges in the backyard. Kids raged at the party just a few feet away.
Trembling, she touched the window sash and lifted it up. Cool night air wafted in.
“Sutton?” Charlotte’s voice called. “You here?”
Emma glanced over her shoulder. The strip of light under the door began to widen. Emma caught sight of Garrett’s blond hair in the doorway. Here goes, she thought. She turned back to the window and took a deep breath.
“Sutton?” a voice sounded from inside Laurel’s room. But by that time, Emma had already hit the ground.
Chapter 29
THE GREAT ESCAPE
Emma’s fall landed her square in a hedge and tore a big hole in the hem of her dress. Her hand scraped against a rock and her high-heeled ankle twisted on the hard dirt. Letting out a groan, she ripped off her shoes and stashed them under a cactus.
She peered through the hedge. The guys continued to play Speed Racer with the RC cars. Girls giggled and passed around a chrome flask. Gabriella and Lilianna stood just a few feet away, their backs to her, heatedly whispering, frustrated looks on their faces.
The sliding glass door opened. Garrett and Charlotte emerged from the house. Garrett went one way, but Charlotte found Madeline and Laurel and all three huddled in a knot near the bushes. Emma crouched down close by. She didn’t dare move a muscle.
Madeline’s voice floated over the other sounds of the party. “Was she up there?”
“I even checked Laurel’s room,” Charlotte said. “She’s gone.”
“She can’t be gone.” Madeline made a face.
The girls turned for the gate. Emma crouched down and crawled to the next bush, then the next. Her bare knees dug into the gravel. When she reached the wall surrounding the house, she hoisted herself up and over. The rough surface scraped her arms and the top of her thighs.
Her bare feet crunched to the gravel on the other side. She looked around wildly. She had no money, no phone. No shoes. Where could she go?
A wall of parked cars stood in front of her, blocking her passage to the street. A Jeep Cherokee stood closest to her, a Toyota was to her left, and a crookedly parked Subaru Impreza pinned her in on the right. Then Emma spied a narrow escape corridor on the other side of the Subaru along the block-wall fence that separated the Mercers’ yard from the neighbors’. All she had to do was get around the Subaru and she was free. Sucking in her stomach, she squeezed past the car’s side mirror, praying that the car didn’t have one of those car alarms that blared as soon as someone touched it.
A clang made her stop halfway. Three figures stood at the back gate. One was tall and angular, with dark hair and golden skin. Another was shorter and thicker, with pale skin that shone luminously in the moonlight. The third girl had a familiar blond ponytail. All of them looked around. Laurel had a flashlight. Emma quivered, momentarily paralyzed.
