“Yup,” Ty confirms. “We talked about it today after French class. My brains, his brawn. I have a computer program that I think will help, and he can do the heavy lifting. It’s perfect. We’re going to hatch out a plan later tonight.”
I frown. I get that he needs the money, but I thought he and I were on the same page. Even when the rest of the school was going crazy about my father’s suicide this week, Ty never mentioned it, never bought into the excitement that wanted to turn it into a three-ring circus. But here he is, joining the rest of the clowns.
Much to my chagrin, I get home later to discover that my dear cousin has also picked up the cause again.
“Did you know about this?” Jasmine demands when I walk into the living room. She and Connor are watching TV.
“Know what?” I drop my bag on the arm of the couch.
“That your weird friend teamed up with Con’sdumbfriend to take our money!”
Connor raises a brow. “Our money? Jesus, Jazzy. The world does not revolve around you, you get that, right?”
She ignores him, huffing in displeasure. “They can’t find those bodies before we do! What if they find them first?”
“Finding them requires looking for them, which you haven’t done at all,” Connor says, rolling his eyes.
“Because there aren’t any clues!” she growls at him. “I spentweeksreading about the case. Even the police have no idea where Uncle Psycho dumped the bodies.”
“Exactly! If the cops couldn’t find them, what makes you think you will? Let it go already.” Connor doesn’t lose his patience often, but right now he looks beyond annoyed with his sister. Proving that point, he stands up, phone in hand. “I’m gonna go call Sam and talk to someone normal.”
“Hey,” I joke in protest.
“You’re excluded from that,” he says graciously.
“Thank you.”
Jasmine glares at his retreating back before leveling her determined gaze on me. “We’re back on the case, Ryan. Looks like it’s just you and me.”
Stop looking or you’ll regret it.
My mysterious texter’s warning flashes in my head. I haven’t heard from him or her in weeks, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten the threat.
Remember…I know who you are, Gabrielle Thorn.
Just because they haven’t exposed my real identity doesn’t mean they won’t do it, so the more I can distance myself fromthis body hunt, the better. Whoever sent those messages might be watching me.
The thought sends a shiver running up my spine. But it’s true. Maybe they’re stalking me. Tracking what I do.
“I’m not part of this,” I remind my cousin.
She smirks at me. “You are now.”
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HALLIWELL:And yet you chose to hunt in your backyard again. You targeted Anabel White, another Starling resident.
THORN:You use that word a lot, Sheriff.
HALLIWELL:What word?
