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my mom s such a neat freak and hates piles of papers, so she made him scan everything. If there s
something about me being adopted, it s on this computer.
Her dad had a few Internet Explorer windows open from the last time he d been on the comput-
er. One was the front page of the Philadelphia Sentinel. The top headline was Search for Thomas s
Body Rages On. Right below it was an opinion piece that said Rosewood PD Should Be Hanged for
Negligence. Below that was yet another story that read, Kansas Teenager Receives Text from A.
Spencer scowled and minimized the screen.
She gazed at the folder icons on the right side of the desktop. Taxes, she read out loud. Old.
Work. Stuff. She groaned. My mom would kill him if she knew he organized the files like this.
What about that one? Andrew pointed at the screen. Spencer, College.
Spencer frowned and clicked on it. There was only one PDF file inside the folder. The little hour-
glass icon whirled as the PDF slowly loaded on the screen. She and Andrew leaned forward. It was a
recent statement from a savings account.
Whoa. Andrew pointed to the total. There was a two, and more than a few zeroes. Spencer no-
ticed the name on the account. Spencer Hastings. Her eyes widened. Maybe her parents hadn t cut
her off entirely.
She shut the PDF and kept looking. They opened a few more documents, but most of the files
were spreadsheets Spencer didn t understand. There were tons of folders that had no classifications
whatsoever. Spencer fluffed the feathery end of the quill pen her father had purchased at a 1776-
themed auction at Christie s. Going through this will take forever.
Just copy the hard drive onto a disc and go through it all later, Andrew suggested. He opened
a big box of blank CDs on her dad s bookshelf and popped one into her dad s hard drive. Spencer
looked at him nervously. She didn t want to add breaking into her dad s computer to the long list of
grievances her parents had against her.
Your dad will never know, Andrew said, noting her look. I promise. He clicked a few direc-
tives on the screen. This ll take a few minutes to run, he said.
Spencer gazed at the rotating hourglass on the monitor, a nervous chill rushing through her. It
was very possible that the truth about her past was on this computer. It had probably been right
under her nose for years, and she hadn t had the slightest idea.
She pulled out her phone and opened the e- mail from Olivia Caldwell again. I would love to
meet you. With sincere fondness. Suddenly, Spencer s brain turned over, and she felt clear- eyed
and sure. What were the odds that a woman had given up a baby on the very same day Spencer
was born at the very same hospital? A woman with emerald green eyes and dirty blond hair? What if
this wasn t a theory& but the truth?
Spencer looked at Andrew. It wouldn t kill me to meet with her, I guess.
A surprised and excited smile appeared on Andrew s face. Spencer turned back to her Sidekick
and hit reply, a giddy feeling spreading in her stomach. Squeezing Andrew s hand, she took a deep
breath, composed her message, and hit send. Just like that, the e- mail was gone.
Killer
file:///C|/Users/Shanna/Desktop/Killer.html[29/08/2009 3:09:23 p.m.]
Killer
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STRANGERS NOT ON A TRAIN
The following morning, Aria s brother, Mike, turned up the stereo in the family s Subaru Outback.
Aria winced as Led Zeppelin s Black Dog snarled out of the speakers. Can you turn it down a lit-
tle? she whined.
Mike kept bobbing his head. It s best to listen to Zeppelin at maximum volume. That s what Noel
and I do. Did you know the guys in the band were serious badasses? Jimmy Page rode his motorcy-
cle down hotel hallways. Robert Plant threw TVs out windows onto the Sunset Strip.
Nope, can t say I knew that, Aria said dryly. Today, Aria had the unfortunate chore of driving
Mike to school. Mike usually rode with his Typical Rosewood mentor, Noel Kahn, but Noel s Range
Rover was in the shop getting an even larger stereo installed. God forbid Mike take the bus.
Mike absentmindedly fiddled with the yellow rubber Rosewood Day lacrosse bracelet he wore
nonstop on his right wrist. So why are you living with Dad again?
I thought I should spend equal time with Ella and Byron, Aria mumbled. She made a left- hand
turn onto the long drive that led to the school, narrowly missing a fat squirrel darting across the
road. And we should get to know Meredith, don t you think?
But she s a puke machine. Mike made a face.
She s not that bad. And they re moving into that bigger house today. Aria had overheard Byron
breaking the news to Ella on the phone the night before, and she assumed Ella had told Mike and
Xavier. I ll have a whole floor to myself.
Mike gave her a suspicious look, but Aria stuck to her story.
Aria s cell phone, which was nestled in her yak- fur bag, beeped. She glanced at it nervously. She
hadn t received a text from whoever this new A was since they d discovered Ian s body Saturday
night, but like Emily had said the other day, Aria had the distinct feeling that she was going to get a
text from A any second.
Taking a deep breath, she reached into her purse. The text was from Emily. Pull around back.
School is mobbed with news vans again.
Aria groaned. The news vans had clogged up the school s front drive the day before, too. Every
media outlet in the tristate area had sunk their teeth into the Ian Dead Body story. On the 7 A.M.
news, reporters had canvassed the Rosewood Starbucks, random mothers waiting with their kids at
school bus stops, and some people in the local DMV line, asking if they thought the cops had bun-
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