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Rosewood? Aria shrieked. You mean he s still& here?
Hanna s face paled. Why would Ian stay here? Why wouldn t he skip town?
Maybe he s not done searching for the truth, Spencer suggested.
Or maybe he s not done with us& for turning him in, Aria said.
Emily heard a whoop behind her and jumped. A crow was slowly circling the playground. When
she turned back to her friends, their eyes were wide, and their jaws were tense.
Aria s right, Hanna said, picking back up on the conversation. If Ian s alive, we don t know
what he s up to. He still might be after us. And he still might be guilty.
I don t know, Spencer protested.
Emily faced Spencer, confused. But you told the cops it was him! What about that memory you
had of seeing Ian with Ali on the night she died?
Spencer shoved her hands in her coat pockets. I m not sure if I really remember that& or if it
was just what I wanted to believe.
Emily s stomach burned. What was true& and what wasn t? She stared across the playground. A
group of students were marching down the sidewalk into the sixth- grade wing. More students
passed in front of the long line of classroom windows, walking to the coat closet. Emily had forgot-
ten that sixth graders didn t have proper lockers; they had to put their stuff in cubbies in that tiny
coatroom. The coatroom used to get so stinky by midmorning, smelling like everyone s bagged
lunches.
When Ian talked to me on my back porch, he told me that we had it wrong he didn t kill Ali,
Spencer went on. He wouldn t have hurt a hair on Ali s head. He and Ali always flirted, but she was
the one who escalated it to the next level. Ian thought for a while that she was doing it to make
someone angry. At first I thought she meant me because I kind of liked him. But Ian didn t seem to
buy that theory. And the night she died, he saw two blondes in the woods one was Ali, one was
someone else. At the time, I thought he meant me. But he said maybe it was someone else.
Emily sighed, frustrated. We re going by Ian s word again.
Yeah, Spence. Hanna wrinkled her nose. Ian killed Ali. Then he tricked us. We should go to
Wilden with the IMs. Let him deal with it.
Spencer snorted. Wilden? He s done a good job convincing all of Rosewood that we re crazy.
Even if by some miracle he does believe us, no one else on the police force would.
What about Ian s parents? Emily suggested. They got a note from him too. They d believe us.
Spencer pointed to another line on the IM exchange. Yeah, but what would that do? His parents
would have yet more proof that Ian s alive, but they might tell the cops that his IMs came from a
computer in Rosewood. And then the cops would track him down and rearrest him.
Which would be a good thing, Emily reminded her.
file:///C|/Users/Shanna/Desktop/Killer.html[29/08/2009 3:09:23 p.m.]
Killer
Spencer gave her a helpless look. What if this is a test? Suppose we do tell the cops or his par-
ents& and something happens to one of us? Or what if something happens to Melissa? Ian thought
he was IMing her, after all. Spencer rubbed her gloved hands together. Melissa and I don t get
along, but I don t want to put her in danger.
Aria stepped off the swing, grabbed Spencer s phone, and looked at A s text. This note says now
it s up to us to figure it out& or we ll be next.
Meaning? Emily stuck her boot into a patch of snow.
We have to prove who Ali s real killer is, Aria answered matter- of- factly. Or else.
Do you think the killer is the person or people in Ian s IMs? Spencer asked. The people who
hated him? The ones who found out he knew?
Who hated Ian? Emily scratched her head. Everyone at Rosewood adored him.
Hanna snorted. Guys, this is retarded. I don t really feel like playing Veronica Mars. She un-
zipped her bag, pulled out an iPhone from the inside pocket, and turned it on. The best way to stay
away from A is to do what I did: get a new phone and an unlisted number. Voilà, A can t find us.
She started jabbing at the phone s screen.
Emily exchanged a wary look with the others. A has gotten in touch with us in other ways, Han-
na.
Hanna pushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, still texting. This A hasn t.
It doesn t mean that this A won t, Spencer said firmly.
Hanna clamped her lips together, looking annoyed. Well, if Ian is A, I guess we won t have to
worry. Because Ian has no way of getting my new phone number.
Emily gazed at Hanna, not quite sure how Hanna could be so certain& especially if Ian really was
still here in Rosewood.
So do we search, or not? Aria said after a moment.
The girls stared at each other. Emily had no idea how they could even attempt to search for Ali s
real killer. They weren t cops. They didn t have forensic experience. But she understood why they
couldn t turn to the cops after the Dead Ian Scandal, the cops would just laugh at them and tell
them to stop wasting their time.
She stared across the courtyard. More sixth graders paraded toward the classrooms. A few gath-
ered around a sign hanging outside the door, talking giddily. I m going to find a piece, said a
brunette girl with sparkly clips in her hair. Yeah, right, said her friend, a petite Asian girl with a
high ponytail. You ll never figure out those clues.
Emily squinted at the sign s block letters. TIME CAPSULE IS HERE! HAVE YOU STARTED SEARCH-
ING YET?
Remember how excited everyone was for Time Capsule the first year we were able to play?
Hanna murmured, watching the girls too.
Aria pointed to the bike racks near the sixth- grade entrance. That was where Ali announced
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