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"Should I call Graham? He should know."
"Do you want to go to your mom's house?"
I nodded and stood up. "James will take me. Come with me," I said and grabbed her hand. "I don't want to go through this alone."
"Let's go."
When we reached the car, James was standing there, waiting. "What's the matter?" he asked when he saw me. "Your face is white as a ghost."
"Can you take me to my mother's place? My stepfather's dead. I need to see if she's okay and she's not answering the phone."
"Sure," he said and opened the door. "You should call Hunter."
"I tried, but there's no answer."
"Call George," he said and I nodded, getting in the rear passenger side. Amy got in the other side and we drove off.
I dialed Hunter's number once more but there was still no answer and it went to voice mail again.
"Hunter, please, call me when you get this."
Then, I dialed George's number. He answered on the second ring.
"George," I said, my mind a blur. "Is Hunter there? He's not answering his phone."
"No, he is not. I haven’t talked for several hours."
"When you talk to him, tell him to call me right away."
"What is wrong?"
I took in a deep breath. "My stepfather's dead," I said and closed my eyes.
"Oh, I am sorry," George said, his voice sounding shocked. "Was not Hunter."
"Are you sure?" I said, feeling very bad about the prospect that Hunter may have killed Spencer. "He hated Spencer. He blames Spencer for his brother's death."
"No," George said, his voice a little more certain. "I know. He didn't kill."
"Then where is he?"
"I don't know. He will call soon. Don't worry."
"Tell him to call me," I said and then hung up.
I wasn't sad that Spencer was dead—just shocked and fearful that Hunter had killed him. Fearful that I couldn’t get in touch with my mother. Had whoever killed Spencer killed her as well?
Amy took my hand and together, we watched out the windows in silence as the streets of Boston passed by.
THE END
