be a good idea if you didn’t mention this to anyone, okay?”
“Is there anything new about Lucy?” I asked
The detective hesitated. “We’re following several leads.”
Mom accompanied him to the front door. She probably had some questions she wanted to ask him. I glanced out the window, where the sun had broken through the gray clouds and light glinted off the Sound. Only a week ago I’d sat in this kitchen not even questioning whether or not I felt safe. After all, this was Soundview. Not only Soundview, but the gated community ofPremium Point. But so much had happened since then—Lucy’s disappearance, that awful feeling that someone had been following me in the dark boatyard, and now, this note.
Who could have left it?
The face that unexpectedly appeared in my thoughts was Tyler’s.
He knew where I lived.
Rich bitch .
Things like this happen for a reason .
Another voice was in my mind. Dr. Cunningham’s: Did you happen to see anyone else around when you dropped her off?
I’d said no but now I realized that wasn’t true. There had been someone else around. Tyler.
Hushed voices drifted down the hall. Mom and Detective Payne were speaking. Then the front door closed and Mom returned. She sat down at the table and took a sip of coffee.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“He thinks someone may be playing with your head,” Mom said. “In times of stress, certain, er … not well people … sometimes do things like this.”
“What about Lucy?”
Mom traced the rim of the mug with her finger. “They’re stumped. They’ve brought in dogs and searched everywhere. They’ve sent alerts to all the neighboring towns. No one’s seen her. Her phone hasn’t been used since last Saturday. It’s as if she just vanished into thin air.”
“But he just said they’ve been following leads.”
“I think sometimes the police have to say that,” Mom said.“Just to reassure the public. But Detective Payne just told me that in his thirty years in the police department, he’s never seen a case like this.”
Even though the house was well heated, I shivered and hugged myself. “It’s scary.”
“Yes,” Mom agreed. “It is.”
During the normal IMing and texting that night, I didn’t tell anyone about the note. Courtney was online, and I was tempted to try and smooth things over with her, but for once I resisted. Why did I always have to be the one who tried to make things better? Why couldn’t she reach out to me?
chapter 10
Thursday 1:14 P.M .
“WHAT DID YOU just say?” Mr. Osmond asked Tyler in current events the next day, the fifth that we would live through without knowing what had happened to Lucy. I’d driven to school that morning wondering how Courtney would get there. Now she sat across the room from me, and neither of us looked in the other’s direction.
Mr. Osmond was a new, young teacher with all that enthusiastic “I’ve got to do more than just follow curriculum” energy that usually lasted no more than the first three or four years.
“I said that some people deserve to die.”
The class had gone silent. Everyone knew that this was just the sort of statement that Mr. Osmond loved to pounce on—a seed that he would now water with probing curiosity in the hope that it would blossom into debate. “Deserve to die,” he repeated. “So, Tyler, am I to understand that you are in favor of the death penalty, even in cases where the guilty person has not committed murder? In your opinion, these people still deserve to die?”
“Absolutely,” Tyler replied.
“According to whom?”
“According to what they’ve done,” said Tyler.
Mr. Osmond looked around. “Does anyone agree? Disagree? We’re not talking about murder here. The question is, does anyone really deserve to die for committing a lesser crime?”
“Rapists, child abusers, and pedophiles,” said Reilly Bloom.
“Damn right they deserve to die,” said Jake, and exchanged a high five with Greg
“Is there anything new about Lucy?” I asked
The detective hesitated. “We’re following several leads.”
Mom accompanied him to the front door. She probably had some questions she wanted to ask him. I glanced out the window, where the sun had broken through the gray clouds and light glinted off the Sound. Only a week ago I’d sat in this kitchen not even questioning whether or not I felt safe. After all, this was Soundview. Not only Soundview, but the gated community ofPremium Point. But so much had happened since then—Lucy’s disappearance, that awful feeling that someone had been following me in the dark boatyard, and now, this note.
Who could have left it?
The face that unexpectedly appeared in my thoughts was Tyler’s.
He knew where I lived.
Rich bitch .
Things like this happen for a reason .
Another voice was in my mind. Dr. Cunningham’s: Did you happen to see anyone else around when you dropped her off?
I’d said no but now I realized that wasn’t true. There had been someone else around. Tyler.
Hushed voices drifted down the hall. Mom and Detective Payne were speaking. Then the front door closed and Mom returned. She sat down at the table and took a sip of coffee.
“What did he say?” I asked.
“He thinks someone may be playing with your head,” Mom said. “In times of stress, certain, er … not well people … sometimes do things like this.”
“What about Lucy?”
Mom traced the rim of the mug with her finger. “They’re stumped. They’ve brought in dogs and searched everywhere. They’ve sent alerts to all the neighboring towns. No one’s seen her. Her phone hasn’t been used since last Saturday. It’s as if she just vanished into thin air.”
“But he just said they’ve been following leads.”
“I think sometimes the police have to say that,” Mom said.“Just to reassure the public. But Detective Payne just told me that in his thirty years in the police department, he’s never seen a case like this.”
Even though the house was well heated, I shivered and hugged myself. “It’s scary.”
“Yes,” Mom agreed. “It is.”
During the normal IMing and texting that night, I didn’t tell anyone about the note. Courtney was online, and I was tempted to try and smooth things over with her, but for once I resisted. Why did I always have to be the one who tried to make things better? Why couldn’t she reach out to me?
chapter 10
Thursday 1:14 P.M .
“WHAT DID YOU just say?” Mr. Osmond asked Tyler in current events the next day, the fifth that we would live through without knowing what had happened to Lucy. I’d driven to school that morning wondering how Courtney would get there. Now she sat across the room from me, and neither of us looked in the other’s direction.
Mr. Osmond was a new, young teacher with all that enthusiastic “I’ve got to do more than just follow curriculum” energy that usually lasted no more than the first three or four years.
“I said that some people deserve to die.”
The class had gone silent. Everyone knew that this was just the sort of statement that Mr. Osmond loved to pounce on—a seed that he would now water with probing curiosity in the hope that it would blossom into debate. “Deserve to die,” he repeated. “So, Tyler, am I to understand that you are in favor of the death penalty, even in cases where the guilty person has not committed murder? In your opinion, these people still deserve to die?”
“Absolutely,” Tyler replied.
“According to whom?”
“According to what they’ve done,” said Tyler.
Mr. Osmond looked around. “Does anyone agree? Disagree? We’re not talking about murder here. The question is, does anyone really deserve to die for committing a lesser crime?”
“Rapists, child abusers, and pedophiles,” said Reilly Bloom.
“Damn right they deserve to die,” said Jake, and exchanged a high five with Greg
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