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"Yeah," he continued, hesitant to speak "Ge need for you to meet us at the entrance of town, on the north side" I could tell he was hiding so His voice held the heaviness of sadness that turnedon, Micah?" I whispered as I stared blankly at the wall in front of et here" I noddedthat he couldn’t see it and flippedshivers to dance along nized that breeze I’d felt it whenever I saw Bridget It was death

Aiden drove to the northern entrance of town and I stared blankly at the darkened landscape as it blurred past myWhen the car stopped, I noticed Micah and Wyatt standing by a large oak tree with their argishly stepped out Aiden grabbedfor h he didn’t say it, I could tell he orried We walked through the tall grass and over to where Micah and Wyatt stood There was a body, but unlike the others, this one had a sheet draped over it

When I made eye contact with Wyatt, I kneas under the sheet He gave me a sad confirmation with a nod of his head and I collapsed to my knees as tears blurred ainst his shoulder

"I have to see her," I said, looking up with desperation Maybe they’d gotten it wrong Maybe it was just someone that looked like her Micah looked at Wyatt and then down at ood idea, Gwen She doesn’t look like the others"

My breath caught in an to shake I placed ers into thesolid I took deep gulps of air into s but it didn’t fill the void that settled in the pit of my stomach I crawled over to where the body lay and with unsure hands, folded the sheet back

My hand instantly dropped away froreeted me It actually was her, my best friend It hadn’t been a case of mistaken identity like racefully lay flat while her face was turned away from me She didn’t look pale, like the other bodies I turned her face toward ht e chunk out of it Dark blood colored her otherwise perfect skin, the contrast being unbearable

Aiden pulled ainst hirabbed fistfuls of his shirt while I screamed into his chest

"You shouldn’t have let her see that! What the hell were you guys thinking?" Aiden yelled at the two detectives It wasn’t their fault; I’d been the one who pulled the sheet away, the one who needed proof

I wiped the salty tears away from my eyes and cheeks and took a deep breath to calm myself It was useless of course Fiona’s body hovered indown nearly impossible

"It was Ian Despereaux," I said to no one in particular Of course, I didn’t have proof that Ian had killed Fiona, but I knew in ut that he was responsible

"Is that the man you ith at the Gala?" Micah asked I noddedonto a late, their friendship, and accowithI did, I’d find out

Wyatt pulled out a s in Ian Despereaux That was easier said than done, he wasn’t froet a hold of hie to me personally Ian knew that I’d see her Every ti me with an interest I didn’t appreciate

Wyatt’s radio went off and he held the button to talk into it When he was done, he clipped it to his belt and said, "Ian’s at the police station and he wants to talk to Gwen" I scrunched ht of even seeing the man responsible for Fiona’s death

"You don’t have to talk to him, Gwen," Aiden said I looked up at him and wondered how he expected me not to talk to him, to find out what he wanted; it was the least I could do for my dead best friend

"Yes I do," I told him sternly