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"Yes, but I don’t entirely understand Twitter" Mr Marin looked sheepish "Do you have to invite people to be your friends, like on Facebook?"

"People just follow you I can take over your Twitter account if you want And what if we use it to arrange a flash mob?"

Mr Marin frowned "Didn’t a flash o?"

"It would be a controlled flash mob," Hanna said with a small smile "We could reach out to everyone on a local caather for an impromptu rally Maybe we could hire a band The cooler we make it sound, the more kids ant to come even if they don’t knohat it is You could appear and istering them to vote, too"

Mr Marin cocked his head His eyes glimmered in the same way they did when he was about to say yes to a trip to Hershey Park, which Hanna used to beg for every weekend "Let’s try it," he said finally "I think we should go with Hyde College--it’s sements?"

"Sure," Hanna said

Mr Marin leaned forward and touched Hanna’s hand "See? You’re a natural at this And what you said, earlier Aboutwell, about how things have changed between us" His voice was soft and tentative, almost nervous "I don’t want it to be that way"

"I don’t, either" Hanna sniffed "I don’t knohat to do about it, though"

Mr Marin thought for a hts?"

Hanna looked up "Huh?"

"The new house is so big There’s a bedroom for you that’s always open" He fiddled with the silver pen in his hand "Iyou around"

Hanna sain She didn’t want to live with Kate again, but things did see with him would be better this time Maybe they could start over

"Okay," she said shyly "I guess I could stay here a few nights next week"

"Great!" Mr Marin looked thrilled "Whenever you want" Then, his expression turned serious again "So that’s it, then? There isn’t anything else you want to tell h herhawk, but Hanna shut her eyes and willed it out again "Of course not"

He sirl"

Hanna rose, gave her father a kiss, and left That had gone better than she planned Probably better than A had planned, too

But after she let herself out the front door, she noticed soed under her front tire It was a crumpled-up flyer for Pretty Little Killer, the TV biopic that had aired the night the news had broken about Tabitha

Ali’s eyes were hauntingly blue, and her cruel se at any le sounded in Hanna’s ears, and she spun around, checking the quiet neighborhood street It was e her every secret And ready to tell

Chapter 5

THE LITTLE MERMAID

"I don’t understand e’re going to this party at ht on the chicken-print cushioned barstool in the Fieldses’ kitchen "Didn’t you say it started at nine?"

Beth dabbed eye shadow on Eht is the fashionable hour"

"And hoould you know that, good girl?"

"‘Good girl’?" Beth snorted "Ha!"

"Not so loud!" Emily whispered

It was a few minutes past eleven, and Emily’s parents had already retired after a faories, and a boring TV program about the history of the railroad They had no idea Eht, e kids and booze

Beth had spent the last hour slathering Eive her reddish-blondish hair bouncy, sexy waves, and even de Emily wear the black satin push-up bra in her drahich Eht at Victoria’s Secret with Maya St Ger different will get you out of your funk," Beth had advised Emily wanted to tell her that she was pretty sure the only thing that would get her out of her funk would be if it turned out killing Tabitha had been a dream, but she appreciated Beth’s effort