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One second she was there; the next she was gone

Without realizing it, I’ve been holding on to the car as if it will help rips h she’s whispering, this is it: the high note, the crescendo "It wasn’t e and dark, mirrors of the sky For a second we stand there, only inches apart, staring at each other, and I know that in some e understand each other

"It wasn’t your fault," I say, because I know that this is what she wants--or needs-- a little, like soets to sit

"Hey!"

I whip around and freeze Andre has just pushed out of the front doors Backlit, he seems to be made wholly of shadow "Hey, you!"

"Shit" Kennedy twists around in her seat "Go," she says to uns it, her tires skidding a little on the gravel I have to ju

"Hey, you Stop!"

Panicn, like in those nightone anywhere

Andre is fast I can hear his footsteps pounding on the gravel as he ricochets between parked cars

I reach the car at last and hurlso badly it takes nition But I do, finally, and wrench the gear into reverse

"Stop" Andre slae, and I screa away froainst ear into drive, cutting the wheel to the left, htheir way out of e at me, as if to throw hi away, bu the speedometer slowly tick upward

Coain on the road But I check the rearview hway; and then the road curves and bears me away from Beamer’s, away from Andre, toward hohway in Springfield, where Dara and I used to take music lessons before our parents realized we had less than no talent, and zigzag through the streets, still paranoid that Andreht McDonald’s, reassured by the ht of a young couple eating burgers in a booth by the , laughing

I pull out my phone and do a quick search of the Madeline Snow case

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