![]() ![]() For a shimmering second, Spencer saw a look of terror cross her face. Melissa flicked a tassel on one of the couch pillows. “I mean, it was over four years ago, so it’s kind of hard to remember, but yeah, I’m pretty sure.” Right in there.” Ian pointed down the hall. ![]() “And where did you go after that?” Wilden asked. ![]() Why wasn’t heart-of-ice Melissa ratting her out? Again, Spencer felt grateful but also confused. “And you didn’t see anything strange in your yard that night? Anyone lurking around, nothing like that?” ![]() We let them have the barn.” She smiled proudly, as if she’d been oh-so charitable. She thought I was going to Prague that night, but I was actually going the next day. Spencer had asked our parents to use the barn for her sleepover. “You guys were in the barn with Alison and her friends shortly before she disappeared, right?” As he pulled out a black spiral-bound notebook, Spencer slowly let out her breath. “Of course,” Melissa said haughtily, her face turning red. “You two do want to help me find Alison’s killer, don’t you?” You’d be better off talking to my sister.” “I’m still not sure what this has to do with us. She had a perfect view of Ian and Melissa through the banister spindles, but no one could see her. She stomped loudly up the first few stairs, then stopped halfway and marched in place to make it sound like she’d climbed the rest of the way up. Spencer guessed that Wilden was waiting to make sure she’d gone upstairs before he began his discussion. The living room’s grandfather clock bonged six times. ![]()
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