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"Mr Clark Mr Clark?"

Hanna swiveled around A long-haired brunette holding a ht up to hiasped

It was Mr Clark, Tabitha’s father and Gayle Riggs’s husband There were bags under his eyes His joere pronounced and sagging, and his gray hair was unkempt It made sense why he was here: Graham and Tabitha had once dated

Hanna sucked in her stoes of Aria shoving Tabitha off the roof of the hotel in Jaht not have killed her, but they’d still hurt her badly

"Mr Clark, can you cohter’sa microphone at hiht now No leads"

"The authorities are checking with other hotels nearby for footage froht, yes?" the reporter pressed "They’ve really found nothing?"

Mr Clark shook his head

"And what about Mr Pratt’s death?" the woman asked "Do you have a coed "It’s open-and-shut medical malpractice They found excess Roxanol in Graham’s system End of story"

"But" The reporter fuuys in suits appeared out of nowhere, grabbed her, and edged her out of the lobby She was still screa like he was going to burst into tears

Roxanol? Hanna pulled out her phone and did a quick Google search Apparently Roxanol was another name for e and make it look like malpractice

She felt a hand on her arm "Hey"

Emily was dressed in rumpled black wool pants and a black V-neck sweater, and her red-gold hair was pulled off herShe peered around the lobby "Where are Aria and Spencer?"

"I don’t know" Hanna slipped her phone back in her pocket "I haven’t heard froyed at each other, then walked into the church and slid into seats halfway down the aisle After she took off her jacket, Emily turned to Hanna "Have you heard from A?"

Hanna shook her head "But I told Mike"

Emily widened her eyes "What? Why?"

An old woave theuessed, okay?" Hanna whispered "And honestly, I think doing nothing is ridiculous"

"Do you think that, or does Mike?"

"Well, we both do We talked about it a lot" Which wasn’t exactly true--Hanna and Mike had done very little talking the day he’d guessed about A Hanna allowed herself a moment to savor the delicious ht as well put targets on our backs to make it even easier for Ali and Helper A to kill us I e could investigate this"

Emily crossed her arms over her chest "Be careful what you wish for"

"What does that roup-prayer response Emily slid closer to Hanna "I went to The Preserve yesterday"

Hanna’s eyes lit up "You asked about N?"

"I tried They wouldn’t tellI tried to see Iris, too, but she’s disappeared"

Hanna frowned "She escaped?"

Eed "It didn’t sound like it I’ to her Especially after I got this"

She passed over her phone Hanna read the text Everyone you involve in this will get hurt Including YOU

"Shit," Hanna whispered

"We have to stop digging," E questions--for real"

"But what if it’s too late? Ali kno much we know We had that suspect list And I had to hand over Kyla’s note to the cops" Hanna had done it yesterday, although she doubted they’d connect it to Ali

"Well, we don’t say anything else We give up"

Hanna set her jaw "I don’t want to live in fear for the rest of my life! We can’t let Ali control us forever!"

E to come for us next!"

"Girls!" The old woman turned around and faced them Her eyes were a rheumy blue, and she wore a bedazzled pin of a cat on the lapel of her black dress "Have some respect!"

Hanna ducked her head and rolled her eyes

The organist began to loudly play "Ave Maria," and Eain "I really don’t think we should be talking about this right now" She glanced around nervously "What if Ali is here?"

When a hand touched her shoulder, Hanna jumped A familiar police officer stood above her It was Gates, the officer to whoht he was here as aat her so intensely "Hanna" He said it like a statement, not a question