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about Linzy's whereabouts?" he asks.
"No, nothing like that. I would never keep that kind of secret." I'm a little hurt he thinks I would.
"Then what?"
"If we know more about her then maybe we can help figure out where she is. The cops are adults, and they don't think like teens. It may beâ¦" I cut my rambling short because I feel like such a fool. He's going to laugh and leave. He's way more sophisticated than me, and this will show him just how young and uncool I am.
A slow smile spreads across his face. "You want to play amateur sleuth?"
Ugh, I'm so obvious. "And you think it's stupid?"
He shakes his head. "Nah. It's actually cool. The girls I know would think it's too messy."
"Great." To diffuse my creepy smile, I jump up and grab a bag of ruffled chips, a container of dip, three waters, and my notebook and pen.
"So tell us everything. What's she like personality-wise?" I rip open the bag while Kinley pops off the top of the dip.
"I didn't spend much time around her. She worked a lot or was with cast membersâ¦always out doing her thing. But when she was around, she and Shayla fought all the time. They never said a nice word to each other, and Shayla always talked about how much she hated Linzy, wished she'd never been born. It was freaky."
Interesting considering how hell bent Shayla was at accusing me earlier. At the time, it felt like she was being a protective older sister, but does she want Linzy gone?
"Does she have any hobbies?" Kinley asks.
He untwists his water cap. "Other than acting and prancing around like she's above everyone else? Not that I know of."
Sounds like a fun girl.
"And friends. Who is she close with in town? Does she have a boyfriend?" And if she does, she's lucky as all heck.
"She hangs with April Winston. According to Shayla, Linzy's been into a junior. I don't recall his name, but he always wears a Fedora."
The guy at the river talking to Shayla?
"Eli?" Kinley asks. Her voice sounds surprised, and a look of disbelief or disgust hits her face.
Oh crap. The guy Kinley likes. I give her a sympathetic smile. When Troy leaves, I'll remind her that just because Linzy's into Eli, it doesn't mean he feels the same. That's future best friend talk, right?
Troy shrugs. "Is that his name? I'm not much help after all."
I scribble down what he says and shake my head. "No, this is a great start."
Okay, so I'm exaggerating some. This information is small, but all great detectives have to dig for the truth.
Kinley glances at her watch. "I have to go."
"Already?" The digital clock on the stove hood says seven-fifty-five. Her witching hour.
"Yeah. Walk me out?" She stands and smiles at Troy. "Bye."
"See ya."
When we're at the front door, she looks a bit down. I tell her not to give up hope on Eli. Then she squeezes my hand. "Troy so likes you."
I frown. "How can you tell?"
She wiggles her brows. "I just can. Trust me. Call me when he's gone and tell me all about it."
I giggle at her silliness, agree, and walk back into the kitchen.
Troy's at the back door, peering out. "All the times I've visited Shayla, I never knew Kinley lived on this block too."
"Do you know Kinley from school?"
He shakes his head. "Today was the first day we spoke, but I've seen her around. Unfortunately, I can't say she's memorable. She blends into the background. Which isn't a bad thing."
I press my hands against the door, also looking at the backyard. Our elbows touch. "You're two years ahead of us. I'd be surprised if you knew all the sophomores and freshmen."
He shrugs. "I feel like I should since I work on the paper."
I turn to him and lean on the door with my shoulder. "Is that where you want to work, for a newspaper? Not a TV station?"
"Yeah, I like the actual paper, but they're dying."
"Well there's the TV news and online stuff."
"There's something about holding a paper in your hands. The smell, the ink on your fingers."
I think it sounds awful.
He faces me. "I guess I can't do anything
"No, nothing like that. I would never keep that kind of secret." I'm a little hurt he thinks I would.
"Then what?"
"If we know more about her then maybe we can help figure out where she is. The cops are adults, and they don't think like teens. It may beâ¦" I cut my rambling short because I feel like such a fool. He's going to laugh and leave. He's way more sophisticated than me, and this will show him just how young and uncool I am.
A slow smile spreads across his face. "You want to play amateur sleuth?"
Ugh, I'm so obvious. "And you think it's stupid?"
He shakes his head. "Nah. It's actually cool. The girls I know would think it's too messy."
"Great." To diffuse my creepy smile, I jump up and grab a bag of ruffled chips, a container of dip, three waters, and my notebook and pen.
"So tell us everything. What's she like personality-wise?" I rip open the bag while Kinley pops off the top of the dip.
"I didn't spend much time around her. She worked a lot or was with cast membersâ¦always out doing her thing. But when she was around, she and Shayla fought all the time. They never said a nice word to each other, and Shayla always talked about how much she hated Linzy, wished she'd never been born. It was freaky."
Interesting considering how hell bent Shayla was at accusing me earlier. At the time, it felt like she was being a protective older sister, but does she want Linzy gone?
"Does she have any hobbies?" Kinley asks.
He untwists his water cap. "Other than acting and prancing around like she's above everyone else? Not that I know of."
Sounds like a fun girl.
"And friends. Who is she close with in town? Does she have a boyfriend?" And if she does, she's lucky as all heck.
"She hangs with April Winston. According to Shayla, Linzy's been into a junior. I don't recall his name, but he always wears a Fedora."
The guy at the river talking to Shayla?
"Eli?" Kinley asks. Her voice sounds surprised, and a look of disbelief or disgust hits her face.
Oh crap. The guy Kinley likes. I give her a sympathetic smile. When Troy leaves, I'll remind her that just because Linzy's into Eli, it doesn't mean he feels the same. That's future best friend talk, right?
Troy shrugs. "Is that his name? I'm not much help after all."
I scribble down what he says and shake my head. "No, this is a great start."
Okay, so I'm exaggerating some. This information is small, but all great detectives have to dig for the truth.
Kinley glances at her watch. "I have to go."
"Already?" The digital clock on the stove hood says seven-fifty-five. Her witching hour.
"Yeah. Walk me out?" She stands and smiles at Troy. "Bye."
"See ya."
When we're at the front door, she looks a bit down. I tell her not to give up hope on Eli. Then she squeezes my hand. "Troy so likes you."
I frown. "How can you tell?"
She wiggles her brows. "I just can. Trust me. Call me when he's gone and tell me all about it."
I giggle at her silliness, agree, and walk back into the kitchen.
Troy's at the back door, peering out. "All the times I've visited Shayla, I never knew Kinley lived on this block too."
"Do you know Kinley from school?"
He shakes his head. "Today was the first day we spoke, but I've seen her around. Unfortunately, I can't say she's memorable. She blends into the background. Which isn't a bad thing."
I press my hands against the door, also looking at the backyard. Our elbows touch. "You're two years ahead of us. I'd be surprised if you knew all the sophomores and freshmen."
He shrugs. "I feel like I should since I work on the paper."
I turn to him and lean on the door with my shoulder. "Is that where you want to work, for a newspaper? Not a TV station?"
"Yeah, I like the actual paper, but they're dying."
"Well there's the TV news and online stuff."
"There's something about holding a paper in your hands. The smell, the ink on your fingers."
I think it sounds awful.
He faces me. "I guess I can't do anything
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