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there that night in the cemetery. I had to fight with Jennifer, with the evil that was inside her.”
    â€œSure,
you
want to believe it,” Jon said angrily. He balled his fists at his sides as if preparing to attack her. “You want to believe you killed an evil spirit
because you don’t want to admit that you killed Jennifer!”
    â€œNow, wait—” Corky started. She could feel the fear returning, feel her knees go weak, her temples start to pound. “Wait a minute, Jon. I’m not a murderer. Your sister—”
    â€œYou killed her,” Jon said, inches from her, leaning into her. “You killed my sister. Then you made upthat ridiculous story. My sister wasn’t evil, and she didn’t deserve to die.
You
are evil—and I’m going to prove it.”
    â€œNo. Your s-sister—” Corky stammered in protest. “The spirit—”
    He gripped both of her shoulders. “I told you,” he said angrily, “I don’t believe in spirits. But you know what, Corky? I’m going to be
your
evil spirit.”
    â€œHuh? What do you mean?”
    â€œI’m going to watch you. I’m going to follow you—you and your friends—until I find out the
truth.
Until I can
prove
that you killed my sister!”
    â€œWhat’s going on?” a voice called urgently from down the hall. Corky turned to see a large figure jogging toward them.
    Jon released her shoulders and spun around to face the intruder.
    â€œCorky, are you okay?” It was Chip.
    â€œChip!” Corky called gratefully.
    As Chip approached, Jon turned away from Corky and started off in the other direction. As Chip caught up to her, Jon disappeared around a corner.
    Corky sank back against a locker, trying to catch her breath.
    â€œWho
was
that? Are you okay?” Chip asked, his eyes focusing down the hall, watching to see if Jon returned.
    Corky nodded. “Yeah. I’m okay, I guess.”
    â€œBut who
was
that?” Chip demanded. “What did he want?”
    Corky took a deep breath. She held on to Chip’s broad shoulder. He felt so solid, so safe. “He’s Jennifer’s brother,” she told him. “Jon Daly. He’s the one who’s been following me.”
    Chip slapped his forehead with an open palm. “Jon Daly. Of course. How could I forget him?”
    Corky leaned against Chip as she asked him to walk her to her locker. She’d forgotten to take her jacket to the gym earlier. “What do you mean?” Corky asked. “You know him?”
    Chip shook his head. “No. But I remember him. He’s the guy who went ballistic at Jennifer’s funeral Remember—they practically had to hold him down?”
    â€œIt’s all a blur,” Corky admitted. She tugged at her locker door.
    â€œHe’s a strange guy,” Chip said, shaking his head, glancing back down the hall. “He’s messed up, I think. He was always in trouble. He even got kicked out of school.”
    â€œHuh? He did?” Corky asked, holding Chip’s hand tightly.
    â€œYeah. Four or five years ago when he was a senior. I don’t remember the whole story. He got into some kind of trouble—beat up a teacher, I think. Got suspended from Shadyside. Then his parents sent him away, to a military school.”
    â€œWow.” Corky let out a long breath. Her hand trembled as she worked the combination to open her locker. “He thinks I killed Jennifer.”
    â€œDid he threaten you?” Chip asked, hovering over her as she picked up her jacket, which had fallen to the locker floor.
    â€œKind of. He said he’s going to watch me,” she answered. “He said he’s going to watch all of us—until he finds out the truth.”
    â€œLots of luck,” Chip said dryly.
    â€œHe’s really messed up about his sister. He doesn’tbelieve what happened. But—but—I lost a sister