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when Megan’s bedroom door slammed and the sound of it reverberated through the house.
    â€œAnd I really don’t think Scott is dangerous,” Aunt Margaret continued. “He’s just a boy who made a mistake. As for Megan’s cell phone, she’s forever misplacing it. I’m sure it will show up soon.”
    Once again, Cliff headed for the door.
    â€œWhy don’t we get Katie to try the number now?”
    GJ suggested. “If it rings we can track it down. What’s the number?”
    Aunt Margaret gave Katie the number, and she started to punch it in. Not that she wanted her first call on her new cell phone to be to her cousin, but she was curious to find out where the phone had gone. You never knew what might turn out to be a clue.
    â€œIf it rings, say hello to Scott,” Cliff called over his shoulder.
    Katie pushed Send. They didn’t hear the phone ringing anywhere in the house. After four rings, Megan’s voice answered, “Hey, it’s Megan. Leave a message. If you’re real lucky, I’ll get back to you.”

10
    â€œI should go.” Emily’s mouth twisted down on one side. “I don’t think, like, Megan wants me here?”
    â€œI’m really sorry, Emily,” Aunt Margaret said. “I don’t know what’s gotten into Megan lately; she’s acting just plain rude. But I poured you some tea. Why don’t you stay and finish it? We enjoy your company even if Megan is too preoccupied with herself right now.”
    â€œI can help you clean up,” Emily suggested with an unhappy glance at stacks of dishes piled on the countertop and overflowing the sink.
    â€œThanks, but no.” Aunt Margaret grinned. “That’s what my sisters are here for.”
    Katie’s mom and Aunt Sarah groaned.
    â€œKatie,” said her mom, “why don’t you and Rusty take Emily out to the porch? There’s no need for her to rush off just yet, and you kids can keep her company while we get these dishes done.”
    â€œGood idea.” Katie hopped up from the table. She couldn’t believe her luck. There were tons of unanswered questions rattling around in her brain and this opportunity to question Megan’s friend was perfect timing. She grabbed her new notebook and cell phone and headed for the door before anyone could have a change of mind.
    Emily carried her tea out and sat on a chair next to Katie. Resting her elbows on the white wicker arms, Emily stared into the mug she clutched in both hands. Rusty sauntered out and plunked himself down on the chair closest to the door, his sketchbook balanced on his knees.
    â€œSo, Emily,” Katie began, “have you and Megan been friends for a long time?”
    Emily nodded. “Ever since we were three years old. Our parents were, like, I mean, friends too.”
    â€œThey aren’t anymore?”
    Emily shook her purple, sea urchin hair. “I don’t know. Since Megan’s dad died, they don’t see each other so much. Megan’s mom is always, like, way too busy.” She sipped her tea and muttered something under her breath.
    â€œAre you mad because Megan hardly paid any attention to you tonight?”
    â€œWhy be mad?” she sighed. “I’m getting used to it.
    Megan doesn’t like, uh, like me so much anymore.”
    â€œSo, you don’t hang out together?” Katie clutched her notebook on her lap, itching to take notes but afraid to open it. Sooner or later Emily would get tired of answering questions, just like everyone did. And if Emily saw Katie writing down everything she said, it would be sooner rather than later.
    â€œNot like we used to. Summers used to be, like, so much fun. Megs, Scott and me always got together with kids from school and went swimming or biking, whatever. And we played tons of baseball.” Emily smiled, remembering. “Megs was good too. You should have seen her hit that