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"We need those pills to study," Spencer said
Kelsey shifted her weight "Maybe we can do this without them, Spence"
But then sohtened up, uttered the code words Phineas said would gain the guy’s trust, and then told hied toup "Come on"
Kelsey remained on the bed, her shoes off "I think I’ll stay here"
"I can’t do this alone" Spencer pulled her car keys out of her pocket "It’ll take a half hour, tops"
But Kelsey shook her head "I’, Spencer stomped over to Kelsey and pulled her to her feet "You won’t be saying that a few hours froo"
Finally, Kelsey relented They drove through the dark streets into a derelict neighborhood, passing boarded-up s and graffiti-ht broke out on the corner, and Kelsey whiht--h they were back in the car, pill bottle in hand, heading toward campus once more Spencer handed Kelsey an Easy A, and they both washed thehborhood, Kelsey let out a long sigh "We’re never doing that again"
"Agreed," Spencer said
They were pulling through the Penn gates when two bright lights hit the rear-view mirror Sirens blared Kelsey and Spencer turned around to see the ca down on the the bottle of pills out the
The police car pulled over and signaled for Spencer to do the sa wide "What the hell are we going to do?"
Spencer stared into Kelsey’s frantic face Suddenly, a calh with Ali, all those A notes and near-death experiences she’d had to endure, eable in comparison "Listen," she said forcefully to Kelsey "We didn’t do anything wrong"
"What if they followed us fro? What if they find the pills?"
"We--" A cop tapped on theShe rolled it down and gazed innocently into his stern face
The cop glared hard at the girls "Can you two get out of the car?"
Kelsey and Spencer looked at each other Neither said anything The cop sighed loudly "Get Out Of The Car"
"Kelsey’s right Let’s take a break, guys," A instantly out of the irls rose from the couches
Panicked, she stepped backward and slipped into the hall closet, which held winter coats, an old dog gate, and three different vacuum cleaners for various types of dust and pet hair She waited until everyone filed into the kitchen, praying no one would open the door and find her here Through a slit in the door, she could see the guests’ bags and coats piled on the wooden bench across the hall Amid the Burberry trenches, J Crew puffer coats, and Kate Spade satchels, was a shiold tote that o when she’d seen the bag
Maybe there was a way to see if Kelsey knew more Spencer waited until the break was over, then darted to the front door and grabbed her own Dior bag Then she scurried to the pile of coats, set down her Dior bag in place of Kelsey’s, and lifted Kelsey’s bag into her arms It smelled different from hers, like a fruity candle It would only take her one
She took the stairs two at a time, slammed her bedroom door shut, and upended Kelsey’s purse on the bed There was the same snakeskin leather wallet Kelsey had used at Penn last summer and a pair of Tweezerman tweezers--she never went anywhere without thes, a flyer for a band called The Chambermaids with a phone number for soloss, and a bunch of different-colored pens
Spencer sat back There was nothing incri paranoid
Then she noticed Kelsey’s iPhone tucked into the front pocket She yanked it out, scrolling through the sent-texts folder for notes fro--Kelsey could own a second phone, like Mona had On the main screen was a folder titled "Photos" Spencer tapped it, and several subfolders appeared There were shots froirls fronized from orchestra practice But then she noticed a folder thatBreak
Downstairs, the orchestra ain, clumsy and dissonant Spencer stared at the folder icon It was a coincidence, right? Lots of people went to Ja break--hadn’t she’d read in Us Weekly that it was the nue students?
With a shaking finger, she pressed the button to access the folder’s contents When the first photo appeared on the screen, Spencer saw the familiar cliffs that she, Aria, Emily, and Hanna had jumped from their first day at the resort The next photo featured the rooftop deck where the four of theht There was a photo of Kelsey posing with Jacques, the Rastafarian bartender who made a mean rum punch