They both examined the pile of fragments around the sliding glass door. One was Hawaiian or Polynesian and model-beautiful. The danger that no one but their group knew about.Ī lot of it was Jenny's fault. The way people looked at them now, the questions in people's eyes-and the danger. Everything about their situation was awful. "If she does, we have to find her," Jenny said. "Maybe she knows where the paper house is," Michael said, looking more alarmed than excited. She sounded like somebody who really did know, and not just because she has faith in him or something."ĭee's sloe-black eyes were narrowed. "Because she said we killed Summer and hid her body, and that she knew that P.C. "There's this girl," she said, and she did her best to describe the Crying Girl. Zach arrived and dropped first his lunch sack, then himself to the ground, folding his long, thin legs in one easy motion. They sat down by the parking lot on what was commonly known at Vista Grande High as the grassy knoll. Zachary was wearing Morbid Black, Michael was getting stomped, and Tom, the super-student, was cutting whole mornings-just when she needed him most. Wonderful, Jenny thought as Michael got his lunch. "I think he cut this morning," Audrey said. "Come on, we've got to talk," Jenny said.
"I'll take care of them," she said, flashing her most barbaric smile. "It would help if you kissed it here, "he said to Audrey, pointing to the corner of his mouth.ĭee did a swift, flowing punch-and-kick to the air that looked like dancing. "Carl Vertman and Steve Matsushima." Michael's round face was flushed and his dark hair even more rumpled than usual. "Who did it?" Jenny asked as Audrey checked Michael for bruises. "Jerks, porkers, bozos, Neanderthals," he was muttering. They found Michael near the English block, picking up scattered papers and books from the concrete floor. He gave a brief jerk of his head that meant agreement. He saw Jenny, who tilted her head in the general direction of the staff parking lot. What they'd been through would have changed anyone. Zach's thin, intense face had always been pale, but these days it looked almost chalky, and in the last few weeks he'd taken to wearing black cotton twills and shirts. What surprised Jenny was that he wasn't inside the lab, working. That wasn't surprising -Zach was usually alone. They found Zach in the art block, standing alone outside the photography lab. She reached for a garnet-colored T-shirt and joined them a minute later. When she saw Jenny and Audrey looking at her significantly, she hiked an eyebrow at them, then nodded. She was naked and completely unself-conscious, beautiful and lithe and supple as a jet-black panther. Dee wasn't even dressed yet, snapping towels and snickering with a couple of girls on the swim team. She and Audrey peered into the girls' locker room. The sun shone on Jenny's head, sending a little trickle of dampness down the back of her neck. They cut across the center of campus toward the girls' gym. She just shook spiky copper bangs out of her eyes with an expert toss of her head and pressed her cherry-glossed lips together. "Yes." Audrey didn't ask why they had to get everybody. "We've got to get everybody," Jenny said. Audrey shut her folder, dropped it in her backpack, and came. Jenny just stood in the doorway until Audrey, who was lingering with the teacher, looked up and caught her eye.
Audrey was taking interior decorating, and-of course-acing it. She passed the amphitheater with its blistered wooden benches and looked into one of the home ec rooms. But today they had no choice.Īudrey next, Jenny thought. Jenny's group hadn't been eating together these last two weeks-it caused too much talk. She could hear paper bags rustling and smell other peoples' lunches. Then she began to forge her way across campus, weaving around fellow students who were staking out their favorite benches. She looked in on Tom's business law class first, but he wasn't there.
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