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everything, but they're adults, and while they're trained and all that, we know how another teen really thinks."
She grabs a handful of popcorn. "True. Butâ¦"
"Will there be any harm in researching? It's not like we're physically going out to find her." That's next on my list, once we have a tangible lead, but I won't mention that until then. No need to scare Kinley more than I obviously have.
She giggles. "You're right. Okay, where do we begin?"
"Really?" Now I'm surprised. I hoped she'd agree, but anytime I suggested the same with old classmates, they always refused, saying the cops already figured it out. They never second-guessed the police's theories. None of them saw this as exciting, or else they didn't have the guts.
Kinley frowns. "Did you want me to say no?"
I chuckle. "No. It's justâ¦well, my other friends always thought I was weird for enjoying this."
She shakes her head. "Never. This is awesome."
"So if I kill someone, will you help me bury the body?"
She looks alarmed. "Huh?"
My stomach sinks a bit that she doesn't understand. Maybe she and I aren't destined to be best buds. "It's just a saying. Never mind."
I grab my notebook and a pen and we get to work.
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A couple of hours later, my eyes feel dry, and it's time for a food break. We ransack the kitchen and settle on boxed mac and cheese. While we wait for the macaroni to cook, we go over our notes.
Linzy started out in commercials when she was in preschool. There were a couple of interviews of her at fourteen talking about how she always knew she'd be a star. Gag me. It's hard to watch them because she's so full of herself and not in a confident way. It's like she tries to convince herself how wonderful she is. She referred to herself as a star so many times, I'm certain the silver charm belongs to her.
Shayla is her only sibling, and if she's mentioned it's always as "Linzy's older sister," never by name. Her mother, Maureen, is Linzy's manager, and her dad is only listed as Mr. Quinn. Her Daytime Emmy award was her first win and first nomination, and One Day at a Time is her second show. The first, a sitcom, was four years ago. She played a friend of a friend and only had one line.
I pour the macaroni into a strainer then dump it back into the pot. "What about at school? What's she like there?"
Kinley's at the table reading our notes out loud. "I don't know. She was in junior high last year. This will be her first year in high school."
I toss butter onto the macaroni then empty in the packet of cheese powder. I glance at Kinley, who's looking off, through the window to our backyard. There's nothing back there, so she's thinking about something, and I can't help wonder if it's the same thing I am. What if Linzy doesn't start at the high school in September? What if she ran away for good? But she wouldn't just leave behind her awesome career. So what if it's something else, like⦠she's dead? But of course that's crazy. She was upstairs yesterday.
As I stir in some milk, it dawns on me that I keep saying that, like I'm trying to convince myself she's still alive. Which is silly because who else was in our house?
I take two bowls out of the cabinet and split the mac and cheese between them. "What about hobbies or around town? Have you seen her hanging with anyone in particular?"
After setting the bowls on the table, I grab spoons, two bottles of water, and a can of Cheese Whiz.
"Did you forget I don't have a social life? If it's not happening on this street, I'm clueless."
I pop off the top of the can and top my fake cheesey goodness with more fake cheese. I wipe the tip off then lick my finger. "Want some?"
She curls her top lip. The same look Dad gives me when I break out the Whiz. "No, thanks."
We sit in silence while we inhale our food. I didn't realize how hungry I was. When my spoon clatters to the bottom of my bowl, an idea hits me. I smile wide, hoping I don't have bits of pasta stuck in my braces. "We
She grabs a handful of popcorn. "True. Butâ¦"
"Will there be any harm in researching? It's not like we're physically going out to find her." That's next on my list, once we have a tangible lead, but I won't mention that until then. No need to scare Kinley more than I obviously have.
She giggles. "You're right. Okay, where do we begin?"
"Really?" Now I'm surprised. I hoped she'd agree, but anytime I suggested the same with old classmates, they always refused, saying the cops already figured it out. They never second-guessed the police's theories. None of them saw this as exciting, or else they didn't have the guts.
Kinley frowns. "Did you want me to say no?"
I chuckle. "No. It's justâ¦well, my other friends always thought I was weird for enjoying this."
She shakes her head. "Never. This is awesome."
"So if I kill someone, will you help me bury the body?"
She looks alarmed. "Huh?"
My stomach sinks a bit that she doesn't understand. Maybe she and I aren't destined to be best buds. "It's just a saying. Never mind."
I grab my notebook and a pen and we get to work.
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* * *
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A couple of hours later, my eyes feel dry, and it's time for a food break. We ransack the kitchen and settle on boxed mac and cheese. While we wait for the macaroni to cook, we go over our notes.
Linzy started out in commercials when she was in preschool. There were a couple of interviews of her at fourteen talking about how she always knew she'd be a star. Gag me. It's hard to watch them because she's so full of herself and not in a confident way. It's like she tries to convince herself how wonderful she is. She referred to herself as a star so many times, I'm certain the silver charm belongs to her.
Shayla is her only sibling, and if she's mentioned it's always as "Linzy's older sister," never by name. Her mother, Maureen, is Linzy's manager, and her dad is only listed as Mr. Quinn. Her Daytime Emmy award was her first win and first nomination, and One Day at a Time is her second show. The first, a sitcom, was four years ago. She played a friend of a friend and only had one line.
I pour the macaroni into a strainer then dump it back into the pot. "What about at school? What's she like there?"
Kinley's at the table reading our notes out loud. "I don't know. She was in junior high last year. This will be her first year in high school."
I toss butter onto the macaroni then empty in the packet of cheese powder. I glance at Kinley, who's looking off, through the window to our backyard. There's nothing back there, so she's thinking about something, and I can't help wonder if it's the same thing I am. What if Linzy doesn't start at the high school in September? What if she ran away for good? But she wouldn't just leave behind her awesome career. So what if it's something else, like⦠she's dead? But of course that's crazy. She was upstairs yesterday.
As I stir in some milk, it dawns on me that I keep saying that, like I'm trying to convince myself she's still alive. Which is silly because who else was in our house?
I take two bowls out of the cabinet and split the mac and cheese between them. "What about hobbies or around town? Have you seen her hanging with anyone in particular?"
After setting the bowls on the table, I grab spoons, two bottles of water, and a can of Cheese Whiz.
"Did you forget I don't have a social life? If it's not happening on this street, I'm clueless."
I pop off the top of the can and top my fake cheesey goodness with more fake cheese. I wipe the tip off then lick my finger. "Want some?"
She curls her top lip. The same look Dad gives me when I break out the Whiz. "No, thanks."
We sit in silence while we inhale our food. I didn't realize how hungry I was. When my spoon clatters to the bottom of my bowl, an idea hits me. I smile wide, hoping I don't have bits of pasta stuck in my braces. "We
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