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“Chloe? I know you’re here. ”
I looked around. There was a huge dresser beside me, draped in a sheet. I backed up alongside it and crouched.
The door is locked, silly. She can’t get in.
I didn’t care. If I was found hiding in a locked room, they’d be suspicious, and we couldn’t afford that. I should have just gone with Simon.
“Please, Chloe. ” Her voice sounded like she was inside the room.
You’re imagining things.
“Why did I come back?” Gwen whispered. “What was I thinking?” Then, louder, “There you are. Thank God. ”
My heart slammed into my ribs. I looked at the dresser, but I was completely concealed, the sheet right down to the floor, hiding even my feet.
She’s bluffing. She can’t see you. She can’t possibly-
Gwen stepped in front of me, her short hair wild around her pale face, makeup streaked, eyes huge.
“Come on, Chloe. Quickly!”
I rose. “I-I was l-looking for-”
“It doesn’t matter. You need to find Simon and Tori. Do you know wh
ere they are?”
“In the basement, but-”
“Hurry!” She reached for me, then stopped short, and pulled back. “You have to warn them. ”
“About what?”
She shook her head. “Just come on!”
She waved me to the door. I grabbed the knob and turned. It stopped.
Locked. The door was still locked.
“Open it, Chloe. Please. ”
I reached for Gwen. She backpedaled, but not fast enough. My fingers touched her arm…and passed through. I clamped my hand over my mouth.
“Don’t scream, Chloe. Okay? Please, please, don’t scream. ”
I nodded.
Oh God! She’s a ghost. She’s dead.
She couldn’t be. I just heard her a minute ago, heard her footsteps when she headed down the hall to search. And that was the last time I’d heard them.
I remembered Margaret’s words: Simon said she’s up here. You look down there, and I’ll take this end.
Then a thump. The sound of a body falling.
Margaret killed Gwen? That was crazy. Impossible.
Sure, she just happened to fall and break her neck while searching for you.
I swallowed. “Margaret,” I whispered.
“Seems that old bag is a whole lot nastier than I ever gave her credit for,” Gwen muttered. “I didn’t like the way things were going. I…I’d heard things. Margaret and Russell. That’s why I took off when Andrew called. I didn’t want to get involved. But I couldn’t do it. I had to come back, thought I should warn Andrew, help him watch out for you kids. Bad idea, obviously. Never even got to the warning part. ”
I wheeled toward the door. “Derek. ”
Gwen stepped in front of me. “Is he someplace safe?”
I walked through her.
“Chloe, is he someplace safe? Because if he is, then you have to leave him there. You need to warn Simon and Tori. You said Margaret sent them-”
“To the basement for chairs. For the others coming this afternoon. ”
“No others are coming, Chloe. ”
I raced to the door. As I unlocked it, Gwen slipped through the wall.
“Careful,” I whispered. “Margaret-”
“Can see me. I know. ”
Gwen came back and waved me out, motioning for me to dash into the next room and wait again. That’s how we did it-me darting from room to room, heading for the rear stairs as Gwen scouted the way.
I did as she said, but inside I was a panicked mess. All I could think was: Gwen’s dead, and now Simon and Tori are in the basement, and Derek’s in the attic, and am I making the right choice, and will I get to them in time, and oh my God, what is going on?
I was nearly at the back stairs, when Gwen motioned for me to hide. I scooted under a bed, covering my mouth to keep from breathing in dust.
Margaret’s heels clicked in the hall. They seemed to be receding. Please. Please, please-Yes! She marched down the main stairs as she called a name-Russell. Russell was here?
Oh God, I had to warn Derek. I had to get up to the attic-
And if he finds out Simon’s in danger, he’ll barrel down there and get himself killed. He’s better off where he is, thinking everything is okay.
I closed my eyes and breathed in and out until my heart slowed to a gallop. Gwen checked to make sure the coast was clear, then I hurried to the servants’ stairs.
With Gwen watching, I made it to the bottom of the stairs. From there I could see the basement door, ajar. I listened for Simon and Tori-for once I’d have loved to hear the sound of their bickering-but instead I heard Margaret and Russell’s muffled voices coming from behind a closed door…a door between me and the basement.
Gwen led me forward, step by careful step. I listened for a break in the conversation or the sound of footsteps, but they kept talking.
I was three steps from the basement when Margaret’s pumps clicked against the hardwood.
I looked toward the basement, but it was too far. I wheeled and pushed open the nearest door.
“No!” Gwen whispered.
I turned. She madly waved me out. Then, in mid-gesture, she disappeared. I froze for a second-just long enough to hear Margaret turning the doorknob-then spun to find a hiding place. I stopped short. Andrew stood on the other side of a coffee table.
He was looking at me, frowning.
“Chloe?” he said, my name coming slowly, carefully, like he wasn’t quite sure.
“Hold on,” Margaret said as the door creaked open. “I thought I heard someone. ”
Andrew’s eyes widened. He motioned me over, gesturing for me to hide behind the table-it was long and solid, so I wouldn’t be seen. I hesitated only a second, then ran for it. My sneaker slid in something and I tried to keep my balance, but my other foot slid, too, the floor slick, and I crashed onto the coffee table, hands smacking the top of it, knees cracking against the edge.
“We’ve found Chloe,” Margaret said from behind the doorway, her voice completely calm.
I looked up to see Russell coming at me, a syringe in his hand. I backed away, scrambling over the other side of the table.
“Andrew?” I said, looking up. “Help-”
Andrew was gone.
A needle jabbed into the back of my leg. I kicked Russell, hearing him grunt as my foot made contact. The room swayed. I blinked hard, fighting to stay conscious. I tried to get up, get off the table, but my arms gave way and I toppled over the other side.
I hit something soft and rolled off it, landing in a warm puddle. I struggled to focus and lifted my hands. Blood. I was lying in a pool of blood.
I tried getting up, but my muscles refused, and I slumped to the floor. The last thing I saw was Andrew’s face, inches away, dead eyes staring into mine.
