Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

HOW TO SAVE A LIFE

Ever wish you could go back in time and undo your mistakes? If only you hadnt drawn that clown face on the Bratz doll your best friend got for her eighth birthday, she wouldnt have dropped you for the new girl from Boston. And back in ninth grade, you would never have skipped soccer practice to hit the beach if youd known Coach would bench you for the rest of the season. If only you hadnt made those bad choices, maybe your ex-BFF would have given you that extra front-row ticket to Marc Jacobss fashion show. Or maybe youd be playing goalie for the womens national soccer team by now, with a

Nike modeling contract and a beach house in Nice. You could be jet-setting around the Mediterranean instead of sitting in geography class, trying to find it on a map.

In Rosewood, fantasies about reversing fate are as common as girls receiving Tiffany heart pendants for their thirteenth birthdays. And four former best friends would do anything to travel back in time and make things right. But what if they really could go back? Would they be able to keep their fifth best friend alive...or is her tragedy part of their destiny?

Sometimes the past holds more questions than answers. And in Rosewood, nothing is ever what it seems.

Shes going to be so psyched when I tell her, Spencer Hastings said to her best friends Hanna Marin, Emily Fields, and Aria Montgomery. She straightened her sea-green eyelet T-shirt and pressed Alison DiLaurentiss doorbell.

Why do you get to tell her? Hanna asked as she hopped from the porch step to the sidewalk and back again. Ever since Alison, their fifth best friend, had told Hanna that only fidgety girls stayed thin, Hanna had been making a lot of extra movements.

Maybe we should all tell her at the same time, Aria suggested, scratching the temporary dragonfly tattoo shed pasted on her collarbone.

That would be fun. Emily pushed her blunt-cut, reddish-blond hair behind her ears. We could do a choreographed dance and say, Ta-da! at the end.

No way. Spencer squared her shoulders. Its my barnI get to tell her. She rang the DiLaurentiss doorbell again.

As they waited, the girls listened to the buzz of the landscapers pruning Spencers hedges next door and the thwock-thwock of the Fairfield twins playing tennis on their backyard court two houses down. The air smelled like lilacs, mown grass, and Neutrogena sunscreen. It was a typical idyllic Rosewood momenteverything about the town was pretty, and that included its sounds, smells, and inhabitants. The girls had lived in Rosewood nearly all their lives, and they felt lucky to be part of such a special place.

They loved Rosewood summers best of all. Tomorrow morning, after they completed their last seventh-grade final at Rosewood Day, the school they all attended, they would take part in the schools annual graduation-pin ceremony. One by one Principal Appleton would call each students name, from kindergarten through eleventh grade, and each student would receive a twenty-four-karat gold pinthe girls was in the shape of a gardenia, the boys a horseshoe. After that, they would be released for ten glorious weeks of tanning, cookouts, boating trips, and shopping excursions to Philly and New York. They couldnt wait.

But the graduation ceremony wasnt the true rite of passage for Ali, Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna. Summer wouldnt really start for them until tomorrow night, at their end-of-seventh-grade slumber party. And the girls had a surprise for Ali that was going to make this summers kickoff extra special.

When the DiLaurentiss front door was finally flung open, Mrs. DiLaurentis stood before them, wearing a short pale pink wrap dress that showed off her long, muscular, tanned calves. Hello, girls, she said coolly.

Is Ali here? Spencer asked.

Shes upstairs, I think. Mrs. DiLaurentis stepped out of the way. Go on up.

Spencer led the group through the hall, her white pleated field hockey skirt swinging, her dirty-blond braid bouncing against the middle of her back. The girls loved Alis houseit smelled like vanilla and fabric softener, just like Ali. Lush photographs of past DiLaurentis trips to Paris, Lisbon, and Lake Como lined the walls. There were plenty of photos of Ali and her brother, Jason, from grade school on. The girls especially loved Alis second-grade school picture. Alis vibrant pink cardigan made her whole face glow. Back then, Alis family had lived in Connecticut, and Alis old private school hadnt required her to wear stuffy blue blazers for yearbook pictures like Rosewood Day did. Even as an eight-year-old, Ali was irresistibly cuteshe had clear blue eyes, a heart-shaped face, adorable dimples, and a naughty-yet-charming expression, which made it impossible to stay mad at her.

Spencer touched the bottom-right corner of their favorite photo, the one of the five of them camping in the Poconos the previous July. They were all standing next to a giant canoe, drenched in murky lake water, grinning from ear to ear, as happy as five twelve-year-old best friends could be. Aria put her hand on top of Spencers, Emily put her hand on top of Arias, and Hanna piled her hand on last. They closed their eyes for a split second, hummed, and broke away. The girls had started the photo-touching habit when the picture first went up, a memento of their first summer of best-friendship. They couldnt believe that Ali, the girl of Rosewood Day, had chosen the four of them as her inner circle. It was a little like being joined at the hip with an A-list celebrity.

But admitting that would be...well, lame. Especially now.

As they passed the living room, they noticed two graduation robes hanging on the knob of a French door. The white one was Alis, and the more official-looking navy one was Jasons, who would be going on to Yale in the fall. The girls clasped their hands, excited to put on their own graduation gowns and berets, which Rosewood Day graduates had worn ever since the school had opened in 1897. Just then, they noticed a movement in the living room. Jason was sitting in the leather love seat, staring blankly at CNN.

Heeyyy, Jason, Spencer called, waving. Are you so psyched for tomorrow? Jason glanced at them. He was the hot boy version of Ali, with buttery blond hair and stunning blue eyes.

He smirked and went back to the TV without saying a word.

Oh-kaay, the girls all murmured in unison. Jason had his hilarious sidehe was the one who had invented the not it game with his friends. The girls had borrowed and reinvented the game for their own uses, which mostly meant making fun of nerdier girls in their presence. But Jason definitely got into funks, too. Ali called them his Elliott Smith moods, after the morose singer-songwriter he liked. Only, Jason certainly didnt have any reason to be upset nowby this time tomorrow, hed be on a plane to Costa Rica to teach adventure kayaking all summer. Boo-hoo.

Whatever. Aria shrugged. The four girls turned and bounced up the stairs to Alis room. As they reached the landing, they noticed that Alis door was closed. Spencer frowned. Emily cocked her head. Inside the room, Ali let out a giggle.

Hanna gently pushed the door open. Ali had her back to them. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and shed tied her striped silk halter top in a perfect bow at her neck. She stared down at the open notebook

in her lap, completely entranced.

Spencer cleared her throat, and Ali whirled around, startled. Guys, hi! she cried. Whats up?

Not much. Hanna pointed at the notebook in Alis lap. Whats that?

Ali closed the notebook fast. Oh. Nothing.

The girls felt a presence behind them. Mrs. DiLaurentis pushed past, waltzing into Alis bedroom. We need to talk, she said to Ali, her voice clipped and taut.

But, Mom... Ali protested.

Now.

The girls glanced at one another. That was Mrs. DiLaurentiss youre-in-trouble voice. They didnt hear it often.

Alis mother faced the girls. Why dont you girls wait on the deck? Itll just take a second, Ali said quickly, shooting them an apologetic smile. Ill be right down.

Hanna paused, confused. Spencer squinted, trying to see which notebook Ali was holding. Mrs. DiLaurentis raised an eyebrow. Cmon, girls. Go.

The four of them swallowed hard and filed back down the stairs. Once on Alis wraparound porch, they arranged themselves in their usual places around the familys enormous square patio tableSpencer at one end, and Aria, Emily, and Hanna at the sides. Ali would sit at the tables head, next to her fathers deck-mounted stone birdbath. For a moment, the four girls watched as a couple of cardinals frolicked in the baths cold, clear water. When a blue jay tried to join them, the cardinals squawked and quickly sent him away. Birds, it seemed, were just as cliquey as girls.

That was weird upstairs, Aria whispered.

Do you think Alis in trouble? Hanna whispered. What if shes grounded and cant come to the sleepover?

Why would she be in trouble? She hasnt done anything wrong, whispered Emily, who always stuck up for Alithe girls called her Killer, as in Alis personal pit bull.

Not that we know of, Spencer muttered under her breath.

Just then, Mrs. DiLaurentis burst out of the French patio doors and across the lawn. I want to make sure you have the dimensions right, she screamed to the workers who were perched lazily on an enormous bulldozer at the back of the property. The DiLaurentises were building a twenty-person gazebo for summer parties, and Ali had mentioned that her mom was being very type A about the whole process, even though they were only at the hole-digging stage. Mrs. DiLaurentis marched up to the workers and started chastising them. Her diamond wedding ring glinted in the sun as she waved her arms around frenetically. The girls exchanged glancesit looked like Alis lecture hadnt taken very long.

Guys?

Ali stood at the edge of the porch. She had changed out of her halter into a faded navy blue Abercrombie tee. There was a baffled look on her face. Uh...hi?

Spencer stood up. What did she bust you for? Ali blinked. Her eyes darted back and forth.

Were you getting in trouble without us? Aria cried, trying to make it sound like she was teasing. And whyd you change? That halter you had on was so cute.

Ali still looked flustered...and kind of upset. Emily stood up halfway. Do you want us to...go? Her voice dripped with uncertainty. All the others looked at Ali nervouslywas that what she wanted?

Ali twisted her blue string bracelet around her wrist three full rotations. She stepped onto the patio and sat down in her rightful seat. Of course I dont want you to go. My mom was mad at me because I...I threw my hockey clothes in with her delicates again. She gave them a sheepish shrug and rolled her eyes.

Emily stuck out her bottom lip. A small beat went by. She got mad at you for that?

Ali raised her eyebrows. You know my mom, Em. Shes more anal than Spencer. She snickered.

Spencer faux-glared at Ali while Emily ran her thumb along one of the grooves in the teak patio table.

But dont worry, girls, Im not grounded or anything. Ali pressed her palms together. Our sleepover extravaganza can proceed as planned!

The four of them sighed with relief, and the odd, uneasy mood began to evaporate. Only, each of them had a weird feeling Ali wasnt telling them everythingit certainly wouldnt be the first time. One minute, Ali would be their best friend, and the next, shed drift away from them, making covert phone calls and sending secret texts. Werent they supposed to share everything? The other girls had certainly shared enough of themselvestheyd slipped secrets to Ali that no one, absolutely no one else, knew. And, of course, there was the big secret that they all shared about Jenna Cavanaughthe one theyd sworn to take to the grave.

Speaking of our sleepover extravaganza, I have huge news, Spencer said, breaking them out of their thoughts. Guess where were having it?

Where? Ali leaned forward on her elbows, slowly morphing back into her old self.

Melissas barn! Spencer cried. Melissa was Spencers older sister, and Mr. and Mrs. Hastings had renovated the familys backyard barn and allowed Melissa to use it as her own personal pied-ˆ-terre during her junior and senior years of high school. Spencer would get the same privilege, once she was old enough.

Sweet! Ali whooped. How?

Shes flying out to Prague tomorrow night after graduation, Spencer answered. My parents said we could use it, so long as we clean it up before she gets back.

Nice. Ali leaned back and laced her hands together. Suddenly, her eyes focused on something a bit to the left of the workers. Melissa herself was traipsing through the Hastingses bordering yard, her posture rigid and proper. Her white graduation gown swung from a hanger in her hand, and shed slung the schools royal blue valedictorian mantle over her shoulders.

Spencer let out a groan. Shes being so obnoxious about the whole valedictorian thing, she whispered. She even told me I should feel grateful that Andrew Campbell will probably be valedictorian instead of me when were all seniorsthe honor is such a huge responsibility. Spencer and her sister hated each other, and Spencer had a new story about Melissas bitchiness nearly every day.

Ali stood up. Hey! Melissa! She started waving.

Melissa stopped and turned around. Oh. Hey, guys. She smiled cautiously.

Excited to go to Prague? Ali singsonged, giving Melissa her brightest smile.

Melissa tilted her head slightly. Of course.

Is Ian going? Ian was Melissas gorgeous boyfriend. Just thinking about him made the girls swoon.

Spencer dug her nails into Alis arm. Ali. But Ali pulled her arm away.

Melissa shaded her eyes in the harsh sunlight. The royal blue mantle flapped in the wind. No. Hes not.

Oh! Ali simpered. Are you sure thats a good idealeaving him alone for two weeks? He might get another girlfriend!

Alison, Spencer said through her teeth. Stop it. Now. Spencer? Emily whispered. Whats going on?

Nothing, Spencer said quickly. Aria, Emily, and Hanna looked at one another again. This had been happening latelyAli would say something, one of them would freak, and the rest of them would have no clue what was going on.

But this clearly wasnt nothing. Melissa straightened the mantle around her neck, squared her shoulders, and turned. She looked long and hard at the giant hole at the edge of the DiLaurentises yard, then walked into the barn, slamming the door behind her so hard that it made the twig-braided wreath on the back of the door thump up and down.

Somethings certainly up her butt, Ali said. I was just kidding, after all. Spencer made a little whimpering noise at the back of her throat, and Ali started giggling. She had a faint smile on her face. It was the same smile Ali gave them whenever she dangled a secret over one of their heads, taunting that she could tell the others if she wanted to.

Anyway, who cares? Ali gazed at each of them, her eyes bright. You know what, girls? She drummed her fingers excitedly on the table. I think this is going to be the Summer of Ali. The Summer of All of Us. I can just feel it. Cant you?

A stunned moment passed. It seemed like a humid cloud hung above them, fogging up their thoughts. But slowly, the clouds faded and an idea formed in each of their minds. Maybe Ali was right. This could be

the best summer of their lives. They could turn their friendship around and make it as strong as it had been last summer. They could forget all the scary, scandalous things that had happened and just start over.

I can feel it, too, Hanna said loudly. Definitely, Aria and Emily said at the same time. Sure, Spencer said softly. They all grabbed hands and squeezed hard.

It rained that night, a hard, pounding rain that made puddles in driveways, watered gardens, and created little mini pools on top of the Hastingses swimming pool cover. When the rain stopped in the middle of the night, Aria, Emily, Spencer, and Hanna awakened and sat up in bed at almost the exact same moment. A foreboding feeling had settled over each of them. They didnt know if it was from something theyd just dreamed about, or excitement about the next day. Or maybe it was due to something else entirely...something far deeper.

They each looked out their windows onto Rosewoods tranquil, empty streets. The clouds had shifted and all the stars had come out. The pavement shone from the rain. Hanna stared at her drivewayonly her mothers car was there now. Her father had moved out. Emily looked at her backyard and the forest beyond it. Shed never braved those woodsshed heard ghosts lived in them. Aria listened to the sounds emanating from her parents bedroom, wondering if theyd woken up, tooor perhaps they were fighting again and hadnt fallen asleep yet. Spencer gazed at the DiLaurentises back porch, then across their yard to the huge hole the workers had dug for the gazebos foundation. The rain had turned some of the dug-up dirt to mud. Spencer thought about all the things in her life that made her angry. Then she thought about all the things in her life she wanted to haveand all the things she wanted to change.

Spencer reached under her bed, found her red flashlight, and shone it into Alis window. One flash, two flashes, three flashes. This was her secret code to Ali that she wanted to sneak out and talk in person. She thought she saw Alis blond head sitting up in bed, too, but Ali didnt flash back.

All four of them fell back onto their pillows, telling themselves that the feeling was nothing and they needed their sleep. In twenty-four short hours, theyd be at the end of their seventh-grade sleepover, the first night of summer. The summer that would change everything.

How right they were.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

1

THE ZEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD

Aria Montgomery woke up mid-snore. It was Sunday morning, and she was curled up on a blue vinyl chair in the Rosewood Memorial Hospital waiting room. EveryoneHanna Marins parents, Officer Wilden, Hannas best friend Mona Vanderwaal, and Lucas Beattie, a boy in her class at Rosewood Day

who looked like hed just arrivedwas staring at her.

Did I miss something? Aria croaked. Her head felt like it was stuffed with marshmallow Peeps. When she checked the Zoloft clock hanging over the waiting room entrance, she saw it was only eight thirty. Shed been out for just fifteen minutes.

Lucas sat down next to her and picked up a copy of Medical Supplies Today magazine. According to the cover, the issue featured all the latest colostomy bag models. Who puts a medical supplies magazine in a hospital waiting room? I just got here, he answered. I heard about the accident on the morning news. Have you seen Hanna yet?

Aria shook her head. They still wont let us.

The two of them fell gravely silent. Aria surveyed the others. Ms. Marin wore a rumpled gray cashmere sweater and a pair of great-fitting distressed jeans. She was barking into her little Motorola earpiece, even though the nurses had said they couldnt use cell phones in here. Officer Wilden sat next to her, his Rosewood PD jacket unbuttoned to his mid-chest and showing a frayed white T-shirt beneath it. Hannas father was slumped in the chair closest to the intensive care units two giant double doors, jiggling his left foot. In a pale pink Juicy sweat suit and flip-flops, Mona Vanderwaal looked uncharacteristically disheveled, her face puffy from crying. When Mona looked up and saw Lucas, she gave him an annoyed stare, as if to say, This is for close friends and family only. What are you doing here? Aria couldnt blame everyone for feeling testy. She had been here since 3 A.M ., after the ambulance came to the Rosewood Day Elementary School parking lot and swept Hanna off to the hospital. Mona and the others had arrived at various points in the morning, when the news had begun to circulate. The last update the doctors had given them was that Hanna had been moved to intensive care. But that was three hours ago.

Aria reviewed the previous nights horrific details. Hanna had called to tell her that she knew the identity of A, the diabolical messenger who had been taunting Hanna, Aria, Emily, and Spencer for the past month. Hanna hadnt wanted to reveal any details over the phone, so shed asked Aria and Emily to meet her at the Rosewood Day swings, their old special spot. Emily and Aria had arrived just in time to see a black SUV mow Hanna down and speed away. As the paramedics rushed to the scene, put a cervical collar around Hannas neck, and carefully lifted her onto a stretcher and into the ambulance, Aria had felt numb. When she pinched herself hard, it didnt hurt.

Hanna was still alive...but barely. She had internal injuries, a broken arm, and bruises everywhere. The accident had caused head trauma, and now she was in a coma.

Aria shut her eyes, ready to burst into tears again. The most inconceivable thing about all of this was the text Aria and Emily had received after Hannas accident. She knew too much. It was from A. Which meant...A knew what Hanna knew. Just like A knew everything elseall their secrets, the fact that it had been Ali, Aria, Spencer, Emily, and Hanna whod blinded Jenna Cavanaugh, not Jennas stepbrother, Toby. A probably even knew the truth about who killed Ali.

Lucas tapped Aria on the arm. You were there when that car hit Hanna, right? Did you get a look at the person who did it?

Aria didnt know Lucas very well. He was one of those kids who loved school activities and clubs, whereas Aria was the type to stay far, far away from all things involving her Rosewood Day peers. She didnt know what connection he had to Hanna, but it seemed sweet that he was here. It was too dark, she mumbled.

And you have no idea who it could have been?

Aria bit down hard on her bottom lip. Wilden and a couple other Rosewood cops had shown up the night before just after the girls received their note from A. When Wilden asked the girls what happened, they all insisted that they hadnt seen the drivers face or the make of the SUV. And they swore over and over that this must have been an accidentthey didnt know why anyone would do this on purpose. Maybe it was wrong to withhold this information from the police, but they were all terrified of what A had in store for the rest of them if they told the truth.

A had threatened them about not telling before, and Aria and Emily both had been punished once already for ignoring those threats. A had sent Arias mother, Ella, a letter telling her that Arias father was having an affair with one of his university students, and revealed that Aria had kept her dads secret. Then A had told the entire school that Emily was dating Maya, the girl who had moved into Alis old house. Aria glanced at Lucas and silently shook her head no.

The door to the ICU swept open, and Dr. Geist strode into the waiting room. With his piercing gray eyes, sloped nose, and shock of white hair, he looked a little like Helmut, the German landlord of the old row house Arias family had rented in Reykjav’k, Iceland. Dr. Geist gave everyone the same judging stare Helmut had given Arias brother, Mike, when he discovered that Mike had been keeping Diddy, his pet tarantula, in an empty terra-cotta pot Helmut used to grow tulips.

Hannas parents nervously stood up and walked over to the doctor.

Your daughter is still unconscious, Dr. Geist said quietly. Not much has changed. Weve set her broken arm and are checking the extent of her internal injuries.

When can we see her? Mr. Marin asked.

Soon, Dr. Geist said. But shes still in very critical condition.

He turned to go, but Mr. Marin caught his arm. When will she wake up?

Dr. Geist fiddled with his clipboard. She has a lot of swelling in her brain, so its hard for us to predict the extent of the damage at this point. She might wake up just fine, or there might be complications.

Complications? Ms. Marin went pale.

Ive heard that people who are in comas have less of a chance of recovering from them after a certain amount of time, Mr. Marin said nervously. Is that true?

Dr. Geist rubbed his hands on his blue scrubs. That is true, yes, but lets not get ahead of ourselves, okay?

A murmur went through the room. Mona burst into tears again. Aria wished she could call Emily...but Emily was on a plane to Des Moines, Iowa, for reasons she hadnt explainedonly that A had done something to send her there. Then there was Spencer. Before Hanna had called with her news, Aria had pieced together something terrifying about Spencer...and when Aria had seen her cowering in the woods, twitching like a feral animal just after the SUV hit Hanna, it had only confirmed her worst fears.

Ms. Marin picked up her oversize brown leather tote from the floor, breaking Aria out of her thoughts.

Im going to go get some coffee, Hannas mom said softly to her ex-husband. Then, she gave Officer Wilden a kiss on the cheekbefore tonight Aria hadnt known there was something going on between themand disappeared toward the elevator bank.

Officer Wilden slumped back down in his chair. The week before, Wilden had visited Aria, Hanna, and the others, asking them questions about the details surrounding Alis disappearance and death. In the middle of that interview, A had sent each of them a note saying that if they dared tattle about the notes A had been sending them, theyd be sorry. But just because Aria couldnt tell Wilden what A had potentially done to Hanna, that didnt mean she couldnt share the horrible thing shed realized about Spencer.

Can I talk to you? she mouthed to Wilden across the room. Wilden nodded and stood. They walked out of the waiting room and into a little alcove marked VENDING . Inside were six glowing vending machines, offering a range from sodas to full-on meals, unidentifiable sandwiches, and shepherds pie, which reminded Aria of the glop her father, Byron, used to make for dinner when her mother, Ella, was working late.

So listen, if this is about your teacher friend, we let him go. Wilden sat down on the bench next to the microwave and gave Aria a coy little smile. We couldnt hold him. And just so you know, weve kept it quiet. We wont punish him unless you want to press charges. But I should probably tell your parents.

The blood drained from Arias face. Of course Wilden knew about what had happened the night before with her and Ezra Fitz, the love of her life and her AP English teacher. It was probably the talk of the Rosewood Police Department that a twenty-two-year-old English teacher had been canoodling with a minorand that it was the minors boyfriend whod ratted them out. Theyd probably gossiped about it at the Hooters that was next to the police station, amid Buffalo wings and cheese fries and girls with big boobs.

I dont want to press charges, Aria sputtered. And please, please dont tell my parents. The last thing she needed was some sort of big, dysfunctional family discussion.

Aria shifted her weight. But anyway, thats not why I want to talk to you. I...I think I might know who killed Alison.

Wilden raised an eyebrow. Im listening. Aria took a deep breath. First off, Ali was seeing Ian Thomas. Ian Thomas, Wilden repeated, his eyes widening. Melissa Hastingss boyfriend?

Aria nodded. I noticed something in the video that was leaked to the press last week. If you watch it closely, you can see Ian and Ali touching hands. She cleared her throat. Spencer Hastings had a crush on Ian, too. Ali and Spencer were competitive, and they got into this awful fight the night Ali disappeared. Spencer ran out of the barn after Ali, and she didnt come back for at least ten minutes.

Wilden looked incredulous.

Aria took a deep breath. A had sent Aria various clues about Alis killerthat it was someone close by, someone who wanted something Ali had, and someone who knew every inch of Alis backyard. With those clues in place, and once Aria had realized Ian and Ali were together, Spencer was the logical suspect. After a while, I went outside to look for them, she said. They werent anywhere...and I just

have this horrible feeling that Spencer...

Wilden sat back. Spencer and Alison weighed about the same, right?

Aria nodded. Sure. I guess.

Could you drag someone your size over to a hole and push her in?

II dont know, Aria stammered. Maybe? If I was mad enough?

Wilden shook his head. Arias eyes filled with tears. She recalled how eerily silent it had been that night. Ali had been just a few hundred yards away from them, and they hadnt heard a sound.

Spencer also wouldve had to calm down enough so she didnt seem suspicious when she returned to you guys, Wilden added. It takes a pretty damn good actor to pull that offnot a seventh-grade girl. I think whoever did this was obviously nearby, but the whole thing took more time. He raised his eyebrows. Is this what you Rosewood Day girls do these days? Blame your old friends for murder?

Arias mouth dropped open, surprised at Wildens scolding tone. Its just

Spencer Hastings is a competitive, high-strung girl, but she doesnt strike me as a killer, Wilden interrupted. Then, he smiled at Aria sadly. I get it. This must be tough for youyou just want to figure out what happened to your friend. I didnt know that Alison was secretly with Melissa Hastingss boyfriend, though. Thats interesting.

Wilden gave Aria a terse nod, stood up, and turned back to the hallway. Aria remained by the vending machines, her eyes on the mint-green linoleum floor. She felt overheated and disoriented, as if shed spent too much time in a sauna. Maybe she should be ashamed of herself, blaming an old best friend. And the holes Wilden had poked in her theory made a lot of sense. Maybe shed been foolish to trust As clues at all.

A chill went up Arias spine. Perhaps A had sent Aria those clues to deliberately throw her off trackand take the heat off the true murderer. And maybe, just maybe, the true murderer was...A.

Aria was lost in her thoughts when suddenly she felt a hand on her shoulder. She flinched and turned, her heart racing. Standing behind her, wearing a ratty Hollis College sweatshirt and a pair of jeans with a hole through the left front pocket, was Arias father, Byron. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling awkward. She hadnt really spoken to her father in a few weeks.

Jesus, Aria. Are you all right? Byron blurted out. I saw you on the news. Im okay, Aria said stiffly. It was Hanna who was hurt, not me.

As her father pulled her in for a hug, Aria wasnt sure whether to squeeze him tight or let her arms go limp. Shed missed him since hed moved out of their house a month ago. But Aria was also furious that it had taken a life-threatening accident and a TV appearance to motivate Byron to leave Merediths side and reach out to his own daughter.

I called your mother this morning, asking how you were, but she said you werent living there anymore. Byrons voice quivered with concern. He ran his hand over the top of his head, mussing up his hair even more. Where are you living?

Aria stared blearily at the brightly printed Heimlich maneuver poster tucked behind the Coke machine. Someone had drawn a pair of boobs on the choking victims chest, and it looked like the person giving the Heimlich was feeling her up. Aria had been staying at her boyfriend Sean Ackards house, but Sean had made it clear she wasnt welcome there anymore when hed ordered a raid on Ezras apartment and dumped Arias crap on Ezras doorstep. Who had tipped Sean off about Arias affair with Ezra? Ding ding ding! A.

She hadnt given a new living situation much thought. The Olde Hollis Inn? Aria suggested. The Olde Hollis Inn has rats. Why dont you stay with me? Aria vigorously shook her head. Youre living with Meredith, Byron stated firmly. I want you to get to know her.

But... Aria protested. Her father, however, was giving her his classic Buddhist monk look. Aria knew the look wellshed seen it after hed refused to let Aria go to an arty summer camp in the Berkshires instead of Hollis Happy Hooray day camp for the fourth summer in a row, which meant ten long weeks of making paper-bag puppets and competing in the egg-and-spoon race. Byron had donned the look again when Aria asked if she could finish school at the American Academy in Reykjav’k instead of coming back to Rosewood with the rest of the family. The look was often followed by a saying Byron had learned from a monk hed met during his graduate work in Japan: The obstacle is the path. Meaning what wouldnt kill Aria would just make her stronger.

But when she imagined moving in with Meredith, a more appropriate quote came to mind: There are some remedies worse than the disease.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

2

ABRACADABRA, NOW WE LOVE EACH OTHER AGAIN

Ali sank onto one hip and glared at Spencer Hastings, who stood across from her on the back path that led from the Hastingses barn to the woods. You try to steal everything from me, she hissed. But you cant have this.

Spencer shivered in the cold evening air. Cant have what?

You know, Ali said. You read it in my diary. She pushed her honey-blond hair over her shoulder. You think youre so special, but youre so lame, acting like you didnt know Ian was with me. Of course you knew, Spence. Thats why you liked him in the first place, isnt it? Because Im with him? Because your sisters with him?

Spencers eyes boggled. The night air turned sharp, almost acrid-smelling. Ali stuck out her bottom lip. Oh, Spence. Did you really believe he liked you?

Suddenly, Spencer felt a burst of anger, and her arms shot out in front of her, pushing Ali in the chest. Ali teetered backward, stumbling against the slippery rocks. Only, it wasnt Ali anymoreit was Hanna Marin. Hannas body flew up in the air, and she hit the ground with a sharp crack. Instead of all her makeup and BlackBerry bursting out of her purse as from a smashed-open pi–ata, Hannas internal organs spewed out of her body, raining down on the concrete like hail.

Spencer shot up, her blond hair damp with sweat. It was Sunday morning, and she was lying in her bed, still in the black satin dress and uncomfortable thong underwear shed meant to wear to Mona Vanderwaals birthday party the night before. Soft gold light slanted across her desk, and starlings chirped innocently in the giant oak next to her window. Shed been awake nearly all night, waiting for her phone to ring with news about Hanna. But no one had called. Spencer had no idea if the silence was good...or terrible.

Hanna. Shed called Spencer late last night, just after Spencer had recalled her long-suppressed memory of shoving Ali in the woods the night Ali disappeared. Hanna had told Spencer shed found out something important, and that they had to meet at the Rosewood Day swings. Spencer had pulled up to the parking lot just as Hannas body flew into the air. Shed maneuvered her car to the side of the road, then run out on foot into the trees, shocked by what she saw. Call an ambulance! Aria was shrieking. Emily was sobbing with fear. Hanna remained immobile. Spencer had never witnessed anything so terrifying in her entire life.

Seconds later, Spencers Sidekick had pinged with a text from A. Still shrouded in the woods, Spencer saw Emily and Aria pull out their phones as well, and her stomach flipped as she realized they must have all received the same creepy message: She knew too much. Had A figured out whatever it was that Hanna had discoveredsomething that A must have been trying to hideand hit Hanna to shut her up? That had to be it, but it was hard for Spencer to truly believe it had actually happened. It was just so diabolical.

But maybe Spencer was just as diabolical. Just hours before Hannas accident, shed shoved her sister, Melissa, down the stairs. And shed finally remembered what had happened the night Ali went missing, recovered those lost ten minutes shed suppressed for so long. Shed pushed Ali to the groundmaybe even hard enough to kill her. Spencer didnt know what had happened next, but it seemed like A did. A had sent Spencer a text only a couple days ago, hinting that Alis murderer was right in front of her. Spencer had received the text just as she was looking in the mirror...at herself.

Spencer hadnt run into the parking lot to join her friends. Instead, shed sped home, in desperate need to think all this through. Could she have killed Ali? Did she have it in her? But after an entire sleepless night, she just couldnt compare what she had done to Melissa and Ali to what A had done to Hanna. Yes, Spencer lost her temper, yes, Spencer could be pushed to the limit, but deep down, she just didnt think she could kill.

Why, then, was A so convinced Spencer was the culprit? Was it possible A was wrong...or lying? But A knew about Spencers seventh-grade kiss with Ian Thomas, her illicit affair with Wren, Melissas college boyfriend, and that the five of them had blinded Jenna Cavanaughall things that were true. A had so much ammo on them, it was hardly necessary to start making stuff up.

Suddenly, as Spencer wiped the sweat off her face, something hit her, sending her heart sinking to her feet. She could think of a very good reason why A might have lied and suggested that Spencer killed Ali. Perhaps A had secrets, too. Perhaps A needed a scapegoat.

Spencer? Her mothers voice floated up. Can you come downstairs?

Spencer jumped and peeked at her reflection in her vanity mirror. Her eyes looked puffy and bloodshot, her lips were chapped, and her hair had leaves stuck in it from hiding in the woods last night. She couldnt handle a family meeting right now.

The first floor smelled of fresh-brewed Nicaraguan Segovia coffee, Fresh Fields Danishes, and the fresh-cut calla lilies their housekeeper, Candace, bought every morning. Spencers father stood at the granite-topped island, decked out in his black spandex bike pants and U.S. Postal Service bike jersey. Perhaps that was a good signthey couldnt be too angry if her dad had gone for his regular 5 A.M . bike ride.

On the kitchen table was a copy of the Sunday Philadelphia Sentinel. At first Spencer thought it was there because it had news of Hannas accident. But then she saw her own face staring back at her from the papers front page. She wore a sleek black suit and was giving the camera a confident smirk. Move Over, Trumps! the headline said. Golden Orchid Essay Contest Nominee Spencer Hastings Is Coming!

Spencers stomach heaved. Shed forgotten. The paper was on everyones doorsteps right now.

A figure emerged from the pantry. Spencer stepped back in fear. There was Melissa, glaring at her, clutching a box of Raisin Bran so tightly Spencer thought she might crush it. There was a tiny scratch on her sisters left cheek, a Band-Aid over her right eyebrow, a yellow hospital bracelet still around her left wrist, and a pink cast on her right wrist, clearly a souvenir of yesterdays fight with Spencer.

Spencer lowered her eyes, feeling a whole mess of guilty feelings. Yesterday, A had sent Melissa the first few sentences of her old AP economics paper, the very one Spencer had pilfered from Melissas computer hard drive and disguised as her own AP economics homework. The same essay Spencers econ teacher, Mr. McAdam, had nominated for a Golden Orchid essay award, the most prestigious high schoollevel award in the country. Melissa had figured out what Spencer had done, and although Spencer had begged for forgiveness, Melissa had said horrible things to herthings way worse than Spencer thought she deserved. The fight had ended when Spencer, enraged by Melissas words, had accidentally shoved her sister down the stairs.

So, girls. Mrs. Hastings set her coffee cup on the table and gestured for Melissa to sit. Your father and I have made some big decisions.

Spencer braced for what was coming. They were going to turn Spencer in for plagiarizing. She wouldnt get into college. Shed have to go to trade school. Shed end up working as a telemarketer at QVC, taking orders for ab rollers and fake diamonds, and Melissa would get off scot-free, just like she always did. Somehow, her sister always found a way to come out on top.

First off, we dont want you girls to see Dr. Evans anymore. Mrs. Hastings laced her fingers together. Shes done more harm than good. Understood?

Melissa nodded silently, but Spencer scrunched up her nose in confusion. Dr. Evans, Spencer and Melissas shrink, was one of the few people who didnt try to kiss Melissas ass. Spencer began to protest but noticed the warning looks on both her parents faces. Okay, she mumbled, feeling a bit hopeless.

Second of all. Mr. Hastings tapped the Sentinel, squashing his thumb over Spencers face. Plagiarizing Melissas paper was very wrong, Spencer.

I know, Spencer said quickly, terrified to look anywhere in Melissas direction.

But after some careful thought, weve decided that we dont want to go public with it. This familys been through too much already. So, Spencer, youll continue to compete for the Golden Orchid. We will tell no one about this.

What? Melissa slammed her coffee cup down on the table. Thats what weve decided, Mrs. Hastings said tightly, dabbing the corner of her mouth with a napkin.

And we also expect Spencer to win.

To win? Spencer repeated, shocked.

Youre rewarding her? Melissa shrieked.

Enough. Mr. Hastings used the tone of voice he typically reserved for underlings at his law practice when they dared call him at home.

Third thing, Mrs. Hastings said. You girls are going to bond.

Her mother pulled two snapshots out of her cardigan pocket. The first was of Spencer and Melissa at four and nine years old, respectively, lying on a hammock at their grandmothers beach house in Stone Harbor, New Jersey. The second photo was of them in the same beach houses playroom, a few years later. Melissa wore a magicians hat and cape, and Spencer had on her Tommy Hilfiger stars-and-stripes ruffled bikini. On her feet were the black motorcycle boots shed worn until theyd gotten so small that they cut off all the circulation to her toes. The sisters were performing a magic show for their parents; Melissa was the magician, and Spencer was her lovely assistant.

I found these this morning. Mrs. Hastings passed the photos to Melissa, who glanced at them quickly and passed them back. Remember how you girls used to be such good friends? You were always babbling in the backseat of the car. You never wanted to go anywhere without each other.

That was ten years ago, Mom, Melissa said wearily.

Mrs. Hastings stared at the photo of Spencer and Melissa on the hammock. You used to love Nanas beach house. You used to be friends at Nanas beach house. So weve decided to take a trip to Stone Harbor today. Nana isnt there, but we have keys. So pack up your things.

Spencers parents were nodding feverishly, their faces hopeful.

Thats just stupid, Spencer and Melissa said together. Spencer glanced at her sister, astounded theyd thought the same thing.

Mrs. Hastings left the photo on the counter and carried her mug to the sink. Were doing it, and thats final.

Melissa rose from the table, holding her wrist at an awkward angle. She glanced at Spencer, and for a moment, her eyes softened. Spencer gave her a tiny smile. Perhaps theyd connected just then, finding common ground in hating their parents naive plan. Perhaps Melissa could forgive Spencer for shoving her down the stairs and stealing her paper. If she did, Spencer would forgive Melissa for saying their parents didnt love her.

Spencer looked down at the photo and thought of the magic shows she and Melissa used to perform. After their friendship had splintered, Spencer had thought that if she muttered some of her and Melissas old magic words, theyd be best friends again. If only it were that easy.

When she looked up again, Melissas expression had shifted. She narrowed her eyes and turned away. Bitch, she said over her shoulder as she sashayed down the hall.

Spencer curled her hands into fists, all of her anger gushing back in. It would take a whole lot more than magic for them to get along. It would take a miracle.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

3 EMILYS OWN AMERICAN GOTHIC

Late Sunday afternoon, Emily Fields followed an old lady with a walker onto the moving sidewalk of the Des Moines International Airport, dragging her ratty blue swim duffel behind her. The bag was stuffed with all her worldly goodsher clothes, shoes, her two favorite stuffed walruses, her journal, her iPod, and various carefully folded notes from Alison DiLaurentis that she couldnt bear to part with. When the plane was over Chicago, she realized shed forgotten underwear. But then, that was what she got for packing frantically this morning. Shed only gotten three hours of sleep, shell-shocked from seeing Hannas body fly up into the air when that SUV hit her.

Emily arrived in the main terminal and ducked into the first bathroom she could find, squeezing around a very large woman in too-tight jeans. She stared at her bleary-eyed reflection in the mirror over the sink. Her parents had really done it. Theyd really sent her here, to Addams, Iowa, to live with her aunt Helene and her uncle Allen. It was all because A had outed Emily to the entire school, and all because Emilys mother had caught her hugging Maya St. Germain, the girl she loved, at Mona Vanderwaals party last night. Emily had known the dealshed promised to do the gay-away Tree Tops program to rid herself of her feelings for Maya or it was good-bye, Rosewood. But when she discovered that even her Tree Tops counselor, Becka, couldnt resist her true urges, all bets were off.

The Des Moines airport was small, boasting only a couple of restaurants, a bookshop, and a store that sold colorful Vera Bradley bags. When Emily reached the baggage claim area, she looked around uncertainly. All she remembered about her aunt and uncle was their super-strictness. They avoided anything that might trigger sexual impulseseven certain foods. As she scanned the crowd, Emily half-expected to see the stern, long-faced farmer and his plain, bitter wife from the American Gothic

painting standing near the baggage carousel.

Emily.

She whirled around. Helene and Allen Weaver were leaning against a Smarte Carte machine, their hands clasped at their waists. Allens tucked-in mustard-yellow golf shirt prominently displayed his massive gut. Helenes short gray hair looked shellacked. Neither was smiling.

Did you check any luggage? Allen asked gruffly.

Uh, no, Emily said politely, wondering if she should go in for a hug. Werent aunts and uncles usually happy to see their nieces? Allen and Helene just looked annoyed.

Well, then, lets go, Helene said. Its about two hours to Addams.

Their car was an old, wood-paneled station wagon. The inside smelled like fake pine-tree air freshener, a smell that always made Emily think of long, cross-country drives with her grumpy grandparents. Allen drove at least fifteen miles under the speed limiteven a frail old woman squinting over her steering wheel passed them. Neither her aunt nor her uncle said a word the whole drivenot to Emily, and not to each other. It was so quiet, Emily could hear the sound of her heart breaking into seven million tiny pieces.

Iowa sure is pretty, Emily commented loudly, gesturing to the endless flat land all around her. Shed never seen a place so desolatethere werent even any rest stops. Allen made a small grunt. Helene pursed her lips even tighter. If shed pursed any harder, shed have swallowed her lips altogether.

Emilys cell phone, cool and smooth in her jacket pocket, felt like one of the last bridges to civilization. She brought it out and stared at the screen. No new messages, not even from Maya. Shed sent Aria a text before she left, asking how Hanna was doing, but Aria hadnt responded. The newest text in her inbox was the one A had sent last nightShe knew too much. Had A really hit Hanna? And what about the things Aria had told her before Hannas accidentcould Spencer be Alis killer? Tears dotted Emilys eyes. This was definitely the wrong time to be so far from Rosewood.

Suddenly, Allen took a sharp right off the road, veering onto a bumpy dirt path. The car wobbled over the uneven ground, crossing over several cattle guards and passing a few rickety-looking houses. Dogs ran up and down the length of the path, barking viciously at the vehicle. Finally, they pulled onto yet another dirt road and came to a gate. Helene got out and unlocked it, and Allen drove the car through. A two-story, white-shingled house loomed ahead. It was spare and modest, sort of reminiscent of the Amish houses in Lancaster, Pennsylvania, that Emily and her parents used to stop at to buy authentic shoofly pie.

Here we are, Helene said blandly. Its beautiful, Emily said, trying to sound upbeat as she got out of the car.

Like the other houses theyd passed, the Weavers property was surrounded by a chain-link fence, and there were dogs, chickens, ducks, and goats everywhere. One brave goat attached to the cattle guard by a long chain trotted right up to Emily. He butted her with his dirty-looking horns, and she screamed.

Helene looked at her sternly as the goat waddled away. Dont scream like that. The chickens dont like it.

Perfect. The chickens needs took precedence to Emilys. She pointed to the goat. Why is he chained like that?

She, Helene corrected her. Shes been a bad girl, thats why.

Emily bit her lip nervously as Helene led her into a tiny kitchen that looked like it hadnt been updated since the fifties. Emily immediately missed her moms cheery kitchen, with its chicken collectibles, year-round Christmas towels, and refrigerator magnets shaped like Philadelphia monuments. Helenes fridge was bare and magnet-free and smelled like rotting vegetables. When they walked into a small living room, Helene pointed to a girl about Emilys age sitting on a vomit-colored chair and reading Jane Eyre. You remember Abby?

Emilys cousin Abby wore a pale khaki jumper that came to her knees and a demure eyelet blouse. Shed pulled her hair back at the nape of her neck, and she wore no makeup. In her tight LOVE AN ANIMAL, HUG A SWIMMER tee, ripped Abercrombie jeans, tinted moisturizer, and cherry-flavored lip gloss, Emily felt like a whore.

Hello, Emily, Abby said primly.

Abby was nice enough to offer to share her room with you, Helene said. Its just up the stairs. Well show you.

There were four bedrooms upstairs. The first was Helene and Allens, and the second was for John and Matt, the seventeen-year-old twins. And that ones for Sarah, Elizabeth, and baby Karen, Helene said, gesturing to a room that Emily had mistaken for a broom closet.

Emily gaped. She hadnt heard of any of those cousins. How old are they? Well, Karens six months, Sarah is two, and Elizabeth is four. Theyre at their grandmothers right now. Emily tried to hide a smile. For people who shunned sex, they certainly had a lot of offspring.

Helene led Emily into an almost-empty room and pointed to a twin cot in the corner. Abby settled down on her own bed, folding her hands in her lap. Emily couldnt believe the room had been lived inthe only furniture was the two beds, a plain dresser, a small round rug, and a bookshelf with hardly any books on it. At home, her room was plastered with posters and pictures; her desk was strewn with perfume bottles, cutouts from magazines, CDs, and books. Then again, the last time Emily was here, Abby had told her she was planning to become a nun, so perhaps no-frills living was part of her nunnish training. Emily glanced out the big picture window at the end of the room and saw the Weavers enormous field, which included a large stable and a silo. Her two older boy cousins, John and Matt, were lugging bales of hay out of the stable and onto the bed of a pickup truck. There was nothing on the horizon. At all.

So, how far away is your school? Emily asked Abby. Abbys face lit up. My mom didnt tell you? Were homeschooled. Ohh... Emilys will to live slowly seeped out the sweat glands in her feet.

Ill give you the class schedule tomorrow. Helene plunked a few grayish towels onto Emilys bed. Youll have to take some exams to see where I place you.

Im a junior in high school, Emily offered. Im in some AP classes. Well see where I place you. Helene gave her a hard look.

Abby got up from her bed and disappeared into the hall. Emily gazed desperately out the window. If a bird flies by in the next five seconds, Ill be back to Rosewood by next week. Just as a delicate sparrow fluttered past, Emily remembered she wasnt playing her little superstitious games anymore. The events of the last few monthsthe workers finding Alis body in the gazebo hole, Tobys suicide, As...everythinghad made her lose all faith in things happening for a reason.

Her cell phone chimed. Emily pulled it out and saw that Maya had sent her a text. R U really in Iowa? Pls call me when you can.

Help me, Emily began to type, when Helene snatched the phone from her hands. We dont allow cell phones in this house. Helene switched the phone off. But... Emily protested. What if I want to call my parents?

I can do that for you, Helene sang. She came close to Emilys face. Your mother has told me a few things about you. I dont know how they do things in Rosewood, but around here, we live by my rules. Is that clear?

Emily flinched. Helene spat when she spoke, and Emilys cheek felt moist. Its clear, she said shakily.

Good. Helene walked out into the hallway and dropped the phone into a large, empty jar on a wooden end table. Well just put this here for safekeeping. Someone had printed the words SWEAR JAR on the lid, but the jar was completely empty except for Emilys phone.

Emilys phone looked lonely in the swear jar, but she didnt dare unscrew the lidHelene probably had it wired with an alarm. She walked back into the empty bedroom and threw herself onto the cot. There was a sharp bar in the middle of the mattress, and the pillow felt like a slab of cement. As the Iowa sky turned from russet to purple to midnight blue to black, Emily felt hot tears stream down her face. If this was the first day of the rest of her life, shed much rather be dead.

The door opened a few hours later with a slow creeeeaaak. A shadow lengthened across the floor. Emily sat up on her cot, her heart pounding. She thought of As note. She knew too much. And of Hannas body, crashing down to the pavement.

But it was only Abby. She snapped on a small bedside table lamp and dropped down on her stomach next to her bed. Emily bit the inside of her cheek and pretended not to notice. Was this some freaky Iowan form of praying?

Abby sat up again, a jumble of fabric in her hands. She pulled her khaki jumper over her head, unhooked her beige bra, stepped into a denim miniskirt, and wriggled into a red tube top. Then she reached under her bed again, located a pink-and-white makeup bag, and brushed mascara over her lashes and red gloss on her lips. Finally, she pulled her hair out of its ponytail, turned her head upside down, and ran her hands through her scalp. When she flipped back up, her hair was wild and thick around her face.

Abby met Emilys eyes. She grinned broadly, as if to say, Close your mouth. Youre letting flies in.

Youre coming with us, right? W-where? Emily sputtered, once she found her voice.

Youll see. Abby walked over to Emily and took her hand. Emily Fields, your first night in Iowa has just begun.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

4 IF YOU BELIEVE IT, THEN ITS TRUE

When Hanna Marin opened her eyes, she was alone in a long, white tunnel. Behind her, there was only darkness, and ahead of her, only light. Physically, she felt fantasticnot bloated from eating too many white cheddar Cheez-Its, not dry-skinned and frizzy-haired, not groggy from lack of sleep or stressed from social maneuvering. In fact, she wasnt sure when shed last felt this...perfect.

This didnt feel like an ordinary dream, but something way more important. Suddenly, a pixel of light flitted in front of her eyes. And then another, and another. Her surroundings eased into view like a photo slowly loading on a Web page.

She found herself sitting with her three best friends on Alison DiLaurentiss back porch. Spencers dirty blond hair was in a high ponytail, and Aria wore her wavy, blue-black mane in braids. Emily wore an aqua-colored T-shirt and boxers with ROSEWOOD SWIMMING written across the butt. A feeling of dread swept over Hanna, and when she looked at her reflection in the window, her seventh-grade self stared back. Her braces had green and pink rubber bands. Her poop-brown hair was twisted into a bun. Her arms looked like ham hocks and her legs were pale, flabby loaves of bread. So much for feeling wonderful.

Uh, guys?

Hanna turned. Ali was here. Right in front of her, staring at them as if theyd sprouted out of the ground. As Ali came closer, Hanna could smell her minty gum and Ralph Lauren Blue perfume. There were Alis purple Puma flip-flopsHanna had forgotten about them. And there were Alis feetshe could cross her crooked second toe over her big toe, and said it was good luck. Hanna wished Ali would cross her toes right now, and do all of the other uniquely Ali things Hanna wanted so desperately to remember.

Spencer stood up. What did she bust you for?

Were you getting in trouble without us? Aria cried. And whyd you change? That halter you had on was so cute.

Do you want us to go? Emily asked fearfully.

Hanna remembered this exact day. She still had some of the notes from her seventh-grade history final scribbled on the heel of her hand. She reached into her Manhattan Portage canvas messenger bag, feeling the edge of her white cotton Rosewood Day graduation beret. She had picked it up in the gym during lunch period, in preparation for tomorrows graduation ceremony.

Graduation wasnt the only thing that would happen tomorrow, though.

Ali, Hanna said, standing up so abruptly that she knocked over one of the patio tables citronella candles. I need to talk to you.

But Ali ignored her, almost as if Hanna hadnt spoken at all. I threw my hockey clothes in with my moms delicates again, she said to the others.

She got mad at you for that? Emily looked incredulous. Ali. Hanna waved her hands in front of Alis face. You have to listen to me. Something awful is going

to happen to you. And we have to stop it!

Alis eyes flickered over to Hanna. She shrugged and shook her hair out of its polka-dot headband. She looked at Emily again. You know my mom, Em. Shes more anal than Spencer!

Who cares about your mom? Hanna shrieked. Her skin felt hot and tingly, like a zillion bees had stung her.

Guess where were having our end-of-seventh-grade sleepover tomorrow night? Spencer was saying. Where? Ali leaned forward on her elbows. Melissas barn! Spencer cried. Sweet! Ali whooped.

No! Hanna cried. She climbed onto the middle of the table, to make them see her. How did they not see her? She was as fat as a manatee. Guys, we cant. We have to have our sleepover somewhere else. Somewhere where there are people. Where its safe.

Her mind started churning. Perhaps the universe had a kink in it, and she was really, truly back in seventh grade, right before Ali died, with knowledge of the future. She had the chance to change things. She could call the Rosewood PD and tell them she had a horrible feeling that something was going to happen to her best friend tomorrow. She could build a barbed-wire fence around the hole in the DiLaurentises yard.

Maybe we shouldnt have a sleepover at all, Hanna said frantically. Maybe we should do it another night.

Finally, Ali grabbed Hannas wrists and dragged her off the table. Stop it, she whispered. Youre making a big deal over nothing.

A big deal over nothing? Hanna protested. Ali, youre going to die tomorrow. Youre going to run out of the barn during our sleepover and just...disappear.

No, Hanna, listen. Im not.

A clammy feeling washed over Hanna. Ali was staring right into her eyes. Youre...not? she stammered.

Ali touched Hannas hand. It was a comforting caress, the kind of gesture Hannas father used to make

when she was sick. Dont worry, Ali said softly in Hannas ear. Im okay.

Her voice sounded so close. So real. Hanna blinked and opened her eyes, but she wasnt in Alis yard anymore. She was in a white room, flat on her back. Harsh fluorescent lights hung over her. She heard beeping somewhere to her left, and the steady hiss of a machine, in and out, in and out.

A blurry figure swam over her. The girl had a heart-shaped face, bright blue eyes, and brilliant white teeth. She slowly caressed Hannas hand. Hanna struggled to focus. It looked like...

Im okay, Alis voice said again, her breath hot against Hannas cheek. Hanna gasped. Her fists opened and closed. She struggled to hold on to this moment, to this realization, but then everything faded outall sound, all smells, the feeling of Alis hand touching hers. Then there was only darkness.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

5 THIS MEANS WAR

Late Sunday afternoon, after Aria left the hospitalHannas condition hadnt changedshe walked up the uneven porch steps of the Old Hollis house where Ezra lived. Ezras bottom-floor apartment was just two blocks away from the house Byron now shared with Meredith, and Aria wasnt quite ready to go there yet. She didnt expect Ezra to be home, but shed written him a letter, telling him where shed be living, and that she hoped they could talk. As she struggled to fit the note through Ezras mailbox slot, she heard a creak behind her.

Aria. Ezra emerged in the foyer, wearing faded jeans and a tomato-colored Gap T-shirt. What are you doing?

I was... Arias voice was taut with emotion. She held up the note, which had crumpled a little during her attempt to shove it in the mailbox. I was going to give this to you. It just said to call me. She took a tentative step toward Ezra, afraid to touch him. He smelled exactly as he had last night, when Aria was last herea little like Scotch, a little like moisturizer. I didnt think youd be here, Aria sputtered. Are you okay?

Well, I didnt have to spend the night in jail, which was good. Ezra laughed, then frowned. But...Im fired. Your boyfriend told the school staff everythinghe had pictures of us to prove it. Everyone would rather keep it quiet, so unless you press charges, its not going to go on my record. He hooked his thumb around one of his belt loops. Im supposed to go there tomorrow and clean out my office. I guess you guys are going to have a new teacher for the rest of the year.

Aria pressed her hands to her face. I am so, so sorry. She grabbed Ezras hand. At first, Ezra resisted her touch, but he slowly sighed and gave in. He brought her close to him and kissed her hard, and Aria kissed back like shed never kissed before. Ezra slid his arms under the clasp of her bra. Aria grabbed at his shirt, tearing it off. It didnt matter that they were outside or that a group of bong-smoking college kids were staring at them from the porch next door. Aria kissed Ezras bare neck, and Ezra circled his arms around her waist.

But when they heard a police car siren whoop, they shot apart, startled. Aria ducked behind the basket-weave porch wall. Ezra crouched beside her, his face flushed. Slowly, a

police car rolled past Ezras house. The cop was on his cell phone, not paying any attention to them.

When Aria turned back to Ezra, the sexy mood had fizzled. Come on in, Ezra said, pulling his shirt back on and walking into his apartment. Aria followed him, stepping around his front door, which still hung off its hinges from when the cops had knocked it down yesterday. The apartment smelled as it usually did, like dust and Kraft macaroni and cheese.

I could try and find you another job, Aria suggested. Maybe my father needs an assistant. Or he could pull some strings at Hollis.

Aria... There was a surrendering look on Ezras face. And then, Aria noticed the U-Haul boxes behind him. The bathtub that sat in the middle of the living room had been emptied of all its books. The blobby blue candles on the mantel were gone. And Bertha, the French maid blow-up doll some friends had bought for Ezra as a joke back in college, was no longer perched on one of the kitchen chairs. In fact, most of Ezras personal artifacts were missing. Only a few lonely, junky pieces of furniture remained.

A cold, clammy feeling washed over her. Youre leaving.

I have a cousin who lives in Providence, Ezra mumbled into his chest. Im going to go up there for a while. Clear my head. Take some pottery classes at Rhode Island School of Design. I dont know.

Take me with you, Aria blurted out. She walked up to Ezra and pulled on the hem of his shirt. Ive always wanted to go to RISD. Its my first-choice school. Maybe I could apply early. She raised her eyes to Ezra again. Im moving in with my father and Meredithwhich is pretty much a fate worse than death. And...and Ive never felt like I do when Im around you. Im not sure I ever will again.

Ezra squeezed his eyes shut, swinging Arias hands back and forth. I think you should look me up in a couple years. Because, I mean, I feel that way about you, too. But I have to get out of here. You know it, and I know it.

Aria dropped his hands. She felt like someone had opened up her chest and removed her heart. Just last night, for a few hours, everything had been perfect. And then Seanand Ahad ripped it all apart again.

Hey, Ezra said, noting the tears spilling down Arias cheeks. He pulled her into him and held her tight. Its okay. He peered into one of his boxes, then handed her his William Shakespeare bobblehead. I want you to have this.

Aria gave him a tiny smile. Seriously? The first time shed come here, after Noel Kahns party back in the beginning of September, Ezra had told her the bobblehead was one of his favorite possessions.

Ezra traced the line of Arias jaw with the tip of his pointer finger, starting at her chin and ending at her earlobe. Shivers went up her spine. Really, he whispered.

She could feel his eyes on her as she turned for the door. Aria, he called, just as she was stepping over a big pile of old phone books to get out into the hall.

She stopped, her heart lifting. There was a wise, calm look on Ezras face. Youre the strongest girl Ive ever met, he said. So just...screw em, you know? Youll be fine.

Ezra leaned down, sealing up boxes with clear packing tape. Aria backed out of the apartment in a daze,

wondering why hed suddenly turned all guidance counselor on her. It was like he was saying that he was the adult, with responsibilities and consequences, and she was just a kid, her whole life in front of her.

Which was exactly what she didnt want to hear right then.

Aria! Welcome! Meredith cried. She stood at the edge of the kitchen, wearing a black-and-white striped apronwhich Aria was trying to imagine as a prison uniformand a cow-shaped oven mitt covered her right hand. She was grinning like a shark about to swallow a minnow.

Aria dragged in the last of the bags Sean had dumped at her feet last night and looked around. She knew Meredith had quirky tasteshe was an artist, and taught classes at Hollis College, the same place where Byron was tenuredbut Merediths living room looked like a psychopath had decorated it. There was a dentists chair in the corner, complete with a tray for all the instruments of torture. Meredith had covered a whole wall with pictures of eyeballs. She branded messages into wood as a form of artistic expression, and there was a big wood chunk across the mantel that said, BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP , BUT UGLY GOES CLEAN TO THE BONE . There was a large cutout of the Wicked Witch of the West pasted over the kitchen table. Aria was half tempted to point to it and say she hadnt known Merediths mother was from Oz. Then she saw a raccoon in the corner and screamed.

Dont worry, dont worry, Meredith said quickly. Hes stuffed. I bought him at a taxidermy store in Philly.

Aria wrinkled her nose. This place rivaled the MŸtter Museum of medical oddities in Philadelphia, which Arias brother loved almost as much as the sex museums hed visited in Europe.

Aria! Byron appeared from behind a corner, wiping his hands on his jeans. Aria noted that he was wearing dark denim jeans with a belt and a soft gray sweatermaybe his usual uniform of a sweat-stained Sixers T-shirt and frayed plaid boxers wasnt good enough for Meredith. Welcome!

Aria grunted, hefting up her duffel again. When she sniffed the air, it smelled like a combination of burnt wood and Cream of Wheat. She eyed the pot on the stove suspiciously. Perhaps Meredith was cooking gruel, like an evil headmistress in a Dickens novel.

So let me show you your room. Byron grabbed Arias hand. He led her down the hall to a large, square room that contained a few big chunks of wood, some branding irons, an enormous band saw, and welding tools. Aria assumed this was Merediths studioor the room where she finished off her victims.

This way, Byron said. He led her to a space in the corner of the studio that was separated from the rest of the room by a floral curtain. When he pushed the curtain back, he crowed, Taa-daaa!

A twin bed and a dresser missing three of its drawers occupied a space only slightly larger than a shower stall. Byron had carried in her other suitcases earlier, but because there was no room on the floor, hed piled them on the bed. There was one flat, yellowed pillow propped up against the headboard, and someone had balanced a tiny portable TV in the windowsill. There was a sticker on the top of it that said in old, faded, seventies lettering, SAVE A HORSE , RIDE A WELDER .

Aria turned to Byron, feeling nauseated. I have to sleep in Merediths studio?

She doesnt work at night, Byron said quickly. And look! You have your own TV and your own fireplace! He pointed to a huge brick monstrosity that took up most of the far wall. Most Old Hollis

houses had fireplaces in every room because their central heating systems sucked. You can make it cozy in here at night!

Dad, I have no idea how to light a fireplace. Then Aria noticed a trail of cockroaches going from one corner of the ceiling to another. Jesus! she screamed, pointing at them and cowering behind Byron.

Theyre not real, Byron reassured her. Meredith painted them. Shes really personalized this place with an artistic touch.

Aria felt like she was going to hyperventilate. They look real to me!

Byron looked honestly surprised. I thought youd like this place. It was the best we could put together on such short notice.

Aria shut her eyes. She missed Ezras shabby little apartment, with its bathtub and thousands of books and map of the New York City subway system shower curtain. There were no roaches there, eitherreal or fake.

Honey? Merediths voice rang out from the kitchen. Dinners ready.

Byron gave Aria a tight smile and turned for the kitchen. Aria figured she should follow. In the kitchen, Meredith was setting bowls at each of their plates. Thankfully, dinner wasnt gruel, but innocent-looking chicken soup. I thought this would be best for my stomach, she admitted.

Merediths been having some stomach issues, Byron explained. Aria turned to the window and smiled. Maybe shed get lucky and Meredith would have somehow contracted the bubonic plague.

Its low-salt. Meredith punched Byron in the arm. So its good for you, too.

Aria looked at her father curiously. Byron used to salt every single bite while it was on the fork. Since when do you eat low-salt stuff?

I have high blood pressure, Byron said, pointing to his heart. Aria wrinkled her nose. No, you dont. Yes, I do. Byron tucked his napkin into his collar. I have for a while now. But...but youve never eaten low-salt stuff before.

Im a slave driver, Meredith insisted, scraping back a seat and sitting down. Meredith had positioned Aria at the head of the Wicked Witch cutout. Aria slid her bowl over to cover the witchs pea-green visage. I keep him on a regimen, Meredith went on. I make him take vitamins, too.

Aria slumped, dread welling in her stomach. Meredith was already acting like Byrons wife, and hed only lived with her for a month.

Meredith pointed to Arias hand. Whatcha got there?

Aria stared down at her lap, realizing she was still holding the Shakespeare bobblehead Ezra had given her. Oh. Its just...something from a friend.

A friend who likes literature, I guess. Meredith reached out and made Shakespeares head bob up and down. There was a tiny glint in her eye.

Aria froze. Could Meredith know about Ezra? She glanced at Byron. Her father slurped his soup, oblivious. He wasnt reading at the table, something he constantly did at home. Had Byron seriously been unhappy at home? Did he honestly enjoy bug-painting, taxidermy-loving Meredith more than he loved Arias sweet, kind, loving mother, Ella? And what made Byron think Aria could just sit idly by and accept this?

Oh, Meredith has a surprise for you, Byron piped up. Every semester, she gets to take a class at Hollis for free. She says you can use this semesters credit to take a class instead.

Thats right. Meredith passed the Hollis College continuing education course book to Aria. Maybe youd like to take one of the art classes Im teaching?

Aria bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. Shed rather have shards of glass permanently lodged in her throat than spend a single additional moment with Meredith.

Come on, pick a class, Byron urged. You know you want to.

So they were forcing her to do this? Aria whipped open the book. Maybe she could take something in German filmmaking, or microbiology, or Special Topics in Neglected Children and Maladjusted Family Behavior.

Then something caught her eye. Mindless Art: Create uniquely crafted masterpieces in tune with your souls needs, wants, and desires. Through sculpture and touch, students learn to depend less on their eyes and more on their inner selves.

Aria circled the class with the gray ROCKS ROCK! Hollis geology department pencil shed found wedged in the course book. The class definitely sounded kooky. It might even end up being like one of those Icelandic yoga classes where instead of stretching, Aria and the rest of the students danced with their eyes closed, making hawk noises. But she needed a little mindlessness right now. Plus, it was one of the few art classes that Meredith wasnt teaching. Which pretty much made it perfect.

Byron excused himself from the table and bounded off to Merediths minuscule bathroom. After he turned on the bathrooms overhead fan, Meredith laid down her fork and looked squarely at Aria. I know what youre thinking, she said evenly, rubbing her thumb along the pink spiderweb tattoo on her wrist. You hate that your fathers with me. But youd better get used to it, Aria. Byron and I are going

to be married as soon as your parents divorce goes through.

Aria accidentally swallowed an unchewed bite of noodles. She coughed up the broth, sputtering it all over the table. Meredith jumped back, her eyes wide. Something you ate not agreeing with you? she simpered.

Aria looked away sharply, her throat burning. Something hadnt agreed with her, all right, but it wasnt the Wicked Witchs soup.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

6

EMILYS JUST A SWEET, INNOCENT MIDWESTERN GAL

Come on! Abby urged, pulling Emily across the farmyard. The sun was sinking over the flat Iowa horizon, and all sorts of long-legged Midwestern bugs were coming out to play. Apparently, Emily, Abby, and Emilys two eldest boy cousins, Matt and John, were also going out to play.

The four of them stopped at the edge of the road. John and Matt had both changed out of their plain white T-shirts and work pants into baggy jeans and T-shirts with beer slogans. Abby pulled at the bodice of her tube top and checked her lipstick in her little compact mirror. Emily, in the same jeans and swimming T-shirt shed worn when she arrived, felt plain and underdressedwhich was pretty much how she always felt back in Rosewood.

Emily gazed over her shoulder at the farmhouse. All of its lights were off, but the dogs were still running crazily around the property, and the bad goat was still chained to the cattle guard, the bell around her neck clanging back and forth. It was a wonder Helene and Allen didnt put bells on their children. Are you sure this is a good idea? she wondered aloud.

Its fine, Abby answered, her hoop earrings swinging. Mom and Dad go to bed at eight P.M . like clockwork. Thats what happens when you wake up at four.

Weve been doing this for months and havent gotten caught once, Matt assured her.

Suddenly, a silver pickup truck appeared on the horizon, dust kicking up in its wake. The truck rolled slowly up to the four of them and stopped. A hip-hop song Emily couldnt place wafted out, along with the strong smell of menthol cigarettes. A dark-haired, Noel Kahn look-alike waved to the cousins, then smiled at Emily. Soooo...this is your cousin, huh?

Thats right, Abby said. Shes from Pennsylvania. Emily, this is Dyson.

Get in. Dyson patted the seat. Abby and Emily climbed in the front, and John and Matt climbed into the pickup bed. As they rolled off, Emily glanced once more at the farmhouse receding in the distance, an uneasy feeling gnawing at her.

So, what brings you to glamorous Addams? Dyson clunkily shifted gears. Emily glanced at Abby. My parents sent me.

They sent you away?

Totally, Abby interrupted. I heard youre a real badass, Emily. She looked at Dyson. Emily lives on the edge.

Emily stifled a laugh. The only rebellious thing shed ever done in front of Abby was sneak an extra Oreo for dessert. She wondered if her cousins knew the truth of why her parents had banished her here. Probably notlesbian was most likely a swear-jar word.

Within minutes, they drove up an uneven path to a large, burnt-orange silo, and parked on the grass next to a car with a bumper sticker that read, I BRAKE FOR HOOTERS . Two pale boys rolled out of a red pickup and bumped fists with a couple beefy, towheaded boys climbing out of a black Dodge Ram. Emily smirked. Shed always thought using the word corn-fed to describe someone from Iowa was a clichŽ, but right now, it was the only description that came to mind.

Abby squeezed Emilys arm. The ratio of guys to girls here is four to one, she whispered. So youll totally hook up tonight. I always do.

So Abby didnt know about Emily. Oh. Great. Emily tried to smile. Abby winked and jumped out of the truck. Emily followed the others toward the silo. The air smelled like Clinique Happy perfume; hoppy, soapy beer; and dried grass. When she walked inside, she expected to see bales of hay, a farm animal or two, and perhaps a bare, unstable ladder that led to a freaky girls bedroom, just like in The Ring. Instead, the silo had been cleared out and Christmas lights hung from the ceiling. Plush, plum-colored couches lined the walls, and Emily saw a turntable in the corner and a bunch of enormous kegs near the back.

Abby, whod already grabbed a beer, pulled a couple of guys toward Emily. Even in Rosewood, they wouldve been popularthey all had floppy hair, angular faces, and brilliant white teeth. Brett, Todd, Xavi...this is my cousin Emily. Shes from Pennsylvania.

Hi, Emily said, shaking the boys hands.

Pennsylvania. The boys nodded appreciatively, as if Abby had said Emily was from Naughty Dirty Sex Land.

As Abby wandered off with one of the boys, Emily made her way to the keg. She stood in line behind a blond couple who were grinding against each other. The DJ melted into Timbaland, whom everyone at Rosewood was into right now, too. Really, people in Iowa didnt seem that different from people at her school. The girls all wore denim skirts and wedge heels, and the guys wore oversize hoodies and baggy jeans, and seemed to be experimenting with facial hair. Emily wondered where all of them went to school, or if their parents homeschooled them as well.

Are you the new girl?

A tall, white-blond girl in a striped tunic and dark jeans stood behind her. She had the broad shoulders and powerful stance of a professional volleyball player, and four small earrings snaked up her left ear. But there was something very sweet and open about her round face, light blue eyes, and small, pretty lips. And unlike practically every other girl in the silo, she didnt have a guys hands draped over her boobs. Uh, yeah, Emily replied. I just got here today.

And youre from Pennsylvania, right? The girl pivoted back on her hips and appraised Emily carefully. I was there once. We went to Harvard Square.

I think you mean Boston, in Massachusetts, Emily corrected her. Thats where Harvard is. Pennsylvania has Philadelphia. The Liberty Bell, Ben Franklin stuff, all that.

Oh. The girls face fell. I havent been to Pennsylvania, then. She lowered her chin at Emily. So. If you were candy, what kind would you be?

Sorry? Emily blinked.

Come on. The girl poked her. Me, Id be an M&M.

Why? Emily asked.

The girl lowered her eyes seductively. Because I melt in your mouth, obviously. She poked Emily. So how about you?

Emily shrugged. This was the strangest getting-to-know-you question anyone had ever asked her, but she kind of liked it. Ive never thought about it. A Tootsie Roll?

The girl violently shook her head. You wouldnt be a Tootsie Roll. That looks like a big long poop. Youd be something way sexier than that.

Emily breathed in very, very slowly. Was this girl flirting with her? Um, I think I need to know your name before we talk about...sexy candy.

The girl stuck out her hand. Im Trista.

Emily. As they shook, Trista spiraled her thumb around the inside of Emilys palm. She never took her eyes off Emilys face.

Maybe this was just some sort of cultural Iowan way of saying hello.

Do you want a beer? Emily sputtered, turning back for the keg.

Absolutely, Trista said. But let me pour it for you, Pennsylvania. You probably dont even know how to pump a keg. Emily watched as Trista pumped the keg handle a few times and let the beer filter slowly into her cup, producing almost no foam.

Thanks, Emily answered, taking a sip.

Trista poured herself a beer and led Emily away from the line to one of the couches that lined the walls of the silo. So, did your family just move here?

Im staying with my cousins for a little while. Emily pointed to Abby, who was dancing with a tall blond boy, and to Matt and John, who were smoking cigarettes with a petite redhead wearing a skintight pink sweater and skinny jeans.

You on a little vacation? Trista asked, fluttering her eyelashes.

Emily couldnt be sure, but it seemed like Trista was moving closer and closer to her on the couch. She was doing everything in her power not to touch Tristas long legs, which were dangling inches from her own. Not exactly, she blurted out. My parents kicked me out of the house because I couldnt live by their rules.

Trista fiddled with the strap of her tan boots. My moms like that. She thinks Im at a choir concert right now. Otherwise she never wouldve let me out.

I used to have to lie to my parents about going to parties too, Emily said, suddenly afraid she was going to start crying again. She tried to imagine what was happening at her house right now. Her family had probably gathered around the TV after dinner. Just her mom, her dad, and Carolyn, happily chatting among themselves, glad that Emily, the heathen, was gone. It hurt so much it made her feel nauseated.

Trista glanced at Emily sympathetically, as if she sensed something was wrong. So hey. Heres another one. If you were a party, what kind of party would you be?

A surprise party, Emily blurted out. That seemed like the story of her life latelyone big surprise after another.

Good one. Trista smiled. Id be a toga party.

They smiled at each other for a long moment. There was something about Tristas heart-shaped face and wide, blue eyes that made Emily feel really...safe. Trista leaned forward, and so did Emily. It was almost like they were going to kiss, but then Trista bent down very slowly and fixed the strap on her shoe.

So whyd they send you here, anyway? Trista asked when she sat back up.

Emily took a huge swallow of beer. Because they caught me kissing a girl, she blurted out.

When Trista leaned back, her eyes wide, Emily thought shed made a horrible mistake. Perhaps Trista was just being Midwestern friendly, and Emily had misinterpreted. But then, Trista broke into a coy smile. She moved her lips close to Emilys ear. You totally wouldnt be a Tootsie Roll. If it were up to me, youd be a red-hot candy heart.

Emilys heart did three somersaults. Trista stood up and offered Emily her hand. Emily took it, and without a word, Trista led her to the dance floor and started dancing sexily to the music. The song changed to a fast one, and Trista squealed and started to jump around as if she were on a trampoline. Her energy was intoxicating. Emily felt like she could be goofy with Tristanot constantly poised and cool, as she always felt she had to behave around Maya.

Maya. Emily stopped, breathing in the rank, humid silo air. Last night, she and Maya had said they loved each other. Were they still together, now that Emily was possibly permanently stuck here, amid all this corn and cow manure? Did this qualify as cheating? And what did it mean that Emily hadnt thought of her once tonight, until now?

Tristas cell phone beeped. She stepped out of the circle of dancers and pulled it out of her pocket. My stupid moms texting me for like the gazillionth time tonight, she yelled over the music, shaking her head.

A shock vibrated through Emilyany minute now, shed probably be getting a text of her own. A always seemed to know when she was having naughty thoughts. Only, her cell phone...was in the swear jar.

Emily let out a thrilled bleat of laughter. Her phone was in the swear jar. She was at a party in Iowa, thousands of miles from Rosewood. Unless A was supernatural, there was no way A could know what Emily was doing.

Suddenly, Iowa wasnt quite so bad. Not. At. All.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

7 BARBIE DOLL...OR VOODOO DOLL?

Sunday evening, Spencer swung gently on the hammock on the wraparound porch of her grandmothers vacation house. As she watched yet another hot, muscular surfer boy catch a wave at Nuns, the surfing beach just down the road that bordered a convent, a shadow fell over her.

Your father and I are going to the yacht club for a while, her mother said, shoving her hands into her beige linen trousers.

Oh. Spencer struggled to get out of the hammock without getting her feet tangled in the netting. The Stone Harbor yacht club was in an old sea shack that smelled a little like brine in a moldy basement. Spencer suspected her parents liked going there solely because it was a members-only establishment. Can I come?

Her mother caught her arm. You and Melissa are staying here.

A breeze that smelled of surf wax and fish smacked Spencer in the face. She tried to see things from her mothers perspectiveit must have sucked to see her two children fighting so bloodthirstily. But Spencer wished her mom could understand her perspective, too. Melissa was an evil superbitch, and Spencer didnt want to speak to her for the rest of her life.

Fine, Spencer said dramatically. She pulled open the sliding glass door and stalked into the grand family room. Even though Nana Hastingss Craftsman-style house had eight bedrooms, seven bathrooms, a private path to the beach, a deluxe playroom, a home theater, a gourmet chefs kitchen, and Stickley furniture throughout, Spencers family had always affectionately called it the taco shack. Perhaps it was because Nanas mansion in Longboat Key, Florida, had wall frescoes, marble floors, three tennis courts, and a temperature-controlled wine cellar.

Spencer haughtily passed Melissa, who was lounging on one of the tan leather couches, murmuring on her iPhone. She was probably talking to Ian Thomas. Ill be in my room, Spencer yelled dramatically at the base of the stairs. All. Night.

She flopped down on her sleigh bed, pleased to see that her bedroom was exactly as shed left it five years ago. Alison had come with her the last time she visited, and the two of them had spent hours gazing at the surfers through her late Grandpa Hastingss antique mahogany spyglass on the crows-nest deck. That had been in the early fall, when Ali and Spencer were just starting seventh grade. Things were still pretty normal between themmaybe Ali hadnt started seeing Ian yet.

Spencer shuddered. Ali had been seeing Ian. Did A know about that? Did A know about Spencers argument with Ali the night Ali disappeared, toohad A been there? Spencer wished she could tell the police about A, but A seemed above the law. She looked around haltingly, suddenly frightened. The sun

had sunk below the trees, filling the room with eerie darkness.

Her phone rang, and Spencer jumped. She pulled it out of her robe pocket and squinted at the number. Not recognizing it, she put the phone to her ear and tentatively said hello.

Spencer? said a girls smooth, lilting voice. Its Mona Vanderwaal.

Oh. Spencer sat up too fast, and her head started to spin. There was only one reason why Mona would be calling her. Is...Hanna...okay?

Well...no. Mona sounded surprised. You havent heard? Shes in a coma. Im at the hospital.

Oh my God, Spencer whispered. Is she going to get better?

The doctors dont know. Monas voice wobbled. She might not wake up.

Spencer began to pace around the room. Im in New Jersey right now with my parents, but Ill be back tomorrow morning, so

Im not calling to make you feel guilty, Mona interrupted. She sighed. Im sorry. Im stressed. I called because I heard you were good at planning events.

It was cold in the bedroom and smelled a little like sand. Spencer touched the edge of the enormous conch shell that sat on top of her bureau. Well, sure.

Good, Mona said. I want to plan a candlelight vigil for Hanna. I think it would be great to get everyone to, you know, band together for Hanna.

That sounds great, Spencer said softly. My dad was just talking about a party he was at a couple of weeks ago in this gorgeous tent on the fifteenth green. Maybe we could hold it there.

Perfect. Lets plan for Fridaythatll give us five days to get everything ready.

Friday it is. After Mona said shed write out the invitations if Spencer could secure the location and the catering, Spencer hung up. She flopped back on the bed, staring at its lacy canopy. Hanna might die? Spencer pictured Hanna lying alone and unconscious in a hospital room. Her throat felt tight and hot.

Tap...tap...tap...

The wind grew still, and even the ocean was quiet. Spencer pricked up her ears. Was someone out there?

Tap...tap...tap...

She sat up fast. Whos there? The bedroom window offered a sandy view. The sun had set so quickly that all she could see was the weathered wooden lifeguard stand in the distance. She crept into the hall. Empty. She ran into one of the guest bedrooms and looked below to the front porch. No one.

Spencer slid her hands down her face. Calm down, she told herself. Its not like A is here. She stumbled out of the room and down the staircase, nearly tripping over a stack of beach towels. Melissa was still on the couch, holding a copy of Architectural Digest with her good hand and propping up her

broken wrist on an oversize velvet pillow.

Melissa, Spencer said, breathing hard. I think theres someone outside.

Her sister turned around, her face pinched. Huh?

Tap...tap...tap...

Listen! Spencer pointed to the door. Dont you hear that?

Melissa stood up, frowning. I hear something. She looked at Spencer worriedly. Lets go to the playroom. Theres a good view all around the house from there.

The sisters checked and double-checked the locks before bolting up the stairs to the second-floor playroom. The room smelled closed-up and dusty, and looked as if a much-younger Melissa and Spencer had just run out for dinner and would be back at any second to resume playing. There was the Lego village that had taken them three weeks to complete. There was the make-your-own-jewelry kit, the beads and clasps still strewn all over the table. The indoor mini golf holes were still set up around the room, and the enormous chest of dolls was still open.

Melissa reached the window first. She pushed back the sailboat-printed curtain and peered into the front yard, which was landscaped with sea glass pebbles and tropical flowers. Her pink cast made a hollow sound as it tapped against the windowpane. I dont see anyone.

I already looked out front. Maybe theyre around the side.

Suddenly, they heard it again. Tap...tap. It was growing louder. Spencer grabbed Melissas arm. They both peered out the window again.

Then a drainpipe at the bottom of the house rattled a bit, and finally something scuttled out. It was a seagull. The thing had somehow gotten stuck in the pipe; the tapping sounds had probably been caused by its wings and beak as it struggled to break free. The bird waddled away, shaking its feathers.

Spencer sank down on the antique FAO Schwarz rocking horse. At first, Melissa looked angry, but then the corners of her mouth wobbled. She snorted with laughter.

Spencer laughed as well. Stupid bird.

Yeah. Melissa let out a huge sigh. She looked around the room, first at the Legos and then at the six oversize My Little Pony mannequin heads set up on the far table. She pointed at them. Remember how we used to do the ponies makeup?

Sure. Mrs. Hastings would give them all of last seasons Chanel eye shadows and lipsticks, and theyd spend hours giving the ponies smoky eyes and plumped-up lips.

You used to put eye shadow on their nostrils, Melissa teased.

Spencer giggled, petting the blue-and-purple mane of a pink pony. I wanted their noses to be as pretty as the rest of their faces.

And remember these? Melissa walked to the oversize chest and peered inside. I cant believe we had

so many dolls.

Not only were there more than a hundred dolls, ranging from Barbies to German antiques that probably shouldnt have been carelessly tossed into a toy chest, but also tons of coordinating outfits, shoes, purses, cars, horses, and lapdogs. Spencer pulled out a Barbie in a serious-looking blue blazer and pencil skirt. Remember how we used to make them be CEOs? Mine was the CEO of a cotton-candy factory, and yours was the CEO of a makeup company.

We made this one president. Melissa pulled out a doll whose dirty blond hair was cut bluntly to her chin, just like her own.

And this one had lots of boyfriends. Spencer held up a pretty doll with long, blond hair and a heart-shaped face.

The sisters sighed. Spencer felt a lump in her throat. Back in the day, they used to play for hours. Half the time they didnt even want to go down to the beach, and when it was time for bed, Spencer always sobbed and begged her parents to let her sleep in Melissas bedroom. Im sorry about the Golden Orchid thing, Spencer blurted out. I wish it had never happened.

Melissa picked up the pretty doll Spencer had been holdingthe one with lots of boyfriends. Theyre going to want you to go to New York, you know. And talk about your paper in front of a panel of judges. Youll have to know the material inside out.

Spencer squeezed CEO Barbie tightly around her impossibly disproportionate waist. Even if her parents wouldnt punish her for cheating, the Golden Orchid committee would.

Melissa strolled to the back of the room. Youll do fine, though. Youll probably win. And you know Mom and Dad will get you something amazing if you do.

Spencer blinked. And youd be okay with that? Even though its...your paper?

Melissa shrugged. Im over it. She paused for a moment, then reached into a high cabinet Spencer hadnt noticed before. Her hand emerged with a tall bottle of Grey Goose vodka. She shook it, the clear liquid swishing inside the glass. Want some?

S-sure, Spencer sputtered.

Melissa walked to the cabinet above the rooms mini fridge and pulled out two cups from the miniature china tea set. Using only her good hand, Melissa awkwardly poured vodka into two teacups. With a nostalgic smile, she handed Spencer her old favorite pale blue teacupSpencer used to pitch a fit if she had to drink out of any of the others. She was astounded that Melissa remembered.

Spencer sipped, feeling the vodka burn down her throat. How did you know that bottle was here?

Ian and I snuck here for Senior Week years ago, Melissa explained. She sat down in a purple-and-pink-striped child-size chair, her knees piked up to her chin. Cops were all over the roads, and we were terrified to bring it back with us, so we hid it here. We thought wed come back for it later...only, we didnt.

Melissa got a faraway look on her face. She and Ian had unexpectedly broken up shortly after Senior Weekthat same summer Ali had gone missing. Melissa had been extra-industrious that summer,

working two part-time jobs and volunteering at the Brandywine River Museum. Even though she never would have admitted it, Spencer suspected shed been trying to keep herself busy because the breakup with Ian had really devastated her. Maybe it was the hurt look on Melissas face, or maybe it was that shed just told Spencer shed probably win the Golden Orchid after all, but suddenly, Spencer wanted to tell Melissa the truth.

Theres something you should know, Spencer blurted out. I kissed Ian when I was in seventh grade, when you guys were dating. She swallowed hard. It was only one kiss, and it didnt mean anything. I swear. Now that that was out, Spencer couldnt stop herself. It wasnt like the thing Ian had with Ali.

The thing Ian had with Ali, Melissa repeated, staring down at the Barbie she was holding.

Yeah. Spencers insides felt like a molten lavafilled volcanorumbling, about to overflow. Ali told me right before she disappeared, but I mustve blocked it out.

Melissa began to brush the popular blond Barbies hair, her lips twitching slightly.

I blocked out some other stuff, too, Spencer continued shakily, feeling a little uneasy. That night, Ali really teased meshe said that I liked Ian, that I was trying to steal him away. It was like she wanted me to get mad. And then I shoved her. I didnt mean to hurt her, but Im afraid I...

Spencer covered her hands with her face. Repeating the story to Melissa revived that awful night all over again. Earthworms from the previous nights rain wriggled across the path. Alis pink bra strap slid down her shoulder, and her toe ring glimmered in the moonlight. It was real. It had happened.

Melissa put the Barbie down on her lap and took a slow drink of her vodka. Actually, I knew Ian kissed you. And I knew that Ali and Ian were together.

Spencer gaped. Ian told you? Melissa shrugged. I guessed. Ian wasnt very good at keeping that kind of stuff a secret. Not from me.

Spencer stared at her sister, a shudder snaking down her spine. Melissas voice was singsongy, almost like she was suppressing a giggle. Then Melissa turned to face Spencer head-on. She smiled widely, weirdly. As for being worried that you were the one who killed Ali, I dont think you have it in you.

You...dont? Melissa shook her head slowly, and then made the doll in her lap shake her head, too. It takes a very

unique person to kill, and thats not you.

She tipped her teacup of vodka to the ceiling, draining it. Then, with her good hand, Melissa picked the Barbie up by its neck and popped its plastic head clean off. She handed the dismembered head to Spencer, her eyes open wide. Thats not you at all.

The dolls head fit perfectly in the pit of Spencers palm, the lips pursed in a flirtatious smile, the eyes a brilliant sapphire blue. A wave of nausea went through Spencer. Shed never noticed before, but the doll looked exactly like...Ali.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

8

DOESNT EVERYONE TALK ABOUT THIS STUFF IN A HOSPITAL ROOM?

Monday morning, instead of rushing to English class before the bell rang, Aria was running toward the Rosewood Day exit. Shed just received a text message on her Treo from Lucas. Aria, come to the hospital if you can, it said. Theyre finally letting people in to see Hanna.

She was so engrossed and focused, she didnt see her brother, Mike, until he was standing right in front of her. He wore a Playboy bunnyicon T-shirt underneath his Rosewood Day jacket and a blue Rosewood Day varsity lacrosse bracelet. Engraved in the bracelets rubber was his team nickname, which, for whatever reason, was Buffalo. Aria didnt dare ask whyit was probably an inside joke about his penis or something. The lacrosse team was becoming more and more of a frat every day.

Hey, Aria said, a bit distracted. How are you?

Mikes hands seemed welded to his hips. The sneer on his face indicated he wasnt up for small talk. I hear youre living with Dad now.

As a last resort, Aria said quickly. Sean and I broke up. Mike narrowed his ice blue eyes. I know. I heard that too.

Aria stepped back, surprised. Mike didnt know about Ezra, did he? I just wanted to tell you that you and Dad deserve each other, Mike snapped, whipping around and nearly colliding with a girl in a cheerleading uniform. See ya later.

Mike, wait! Aria cried. Im going to fix this, I promise!

But he just kept going. Last week, Mike had found out that Aria had known about their dads affair for three years. On the surface, hed acted all tough and cool about their parents dissolving marriage. He played varsity lacrosse, made lewd comments to girls, and tried to give his teammates titty twisters in the hallways. But Mike was like a Bjšrk songall happy and giddy and fun on the surface, but bubbling with turmoil and pain underneath. She couldnt imagine what Mike would think if he found out Byron and Meredith were planning to get married.

As she heaved a huge sigh and continued toward the side door, she noticed a figure in a three-piece suit staring at her from across the hall.

Going somewhere, Ms. Montgomery? Principal Appleton asked.

Aria flinched, her face growing hot. She hadnt seen Appleton since Sean had told the Rosewood staff about Ezra. But Appleton didnt exactly look pissedmore like...nervous. Almost as if Aria was someone he had to treat very, very delicately. Aria tried to hide a smirk. Appleton probably didnt want Aria to press charges against Ezra or talk about the incident ever again. It would draw indecent attention to the school, and Rosewood Day could never have that.

Aria turned, fueled with power. Theres somewhere I have to be, she insisted.

It was against Rosewood Day policy to walk out of a class, but Appleton did nothing to stop her. Perhaps the Ezra mess was good for something, after all.

She reached the hospital quickly and sprinted up to the third-floor intensive care unit. Inside, patients were sprawled out in a circle, separated only by curtains. A long, U-shaped nurses desk sat in the middle of the room. Aria passed an old black woman who looked dead, a silver-haired man in a neck brace, and a groggy-looking fortysomething who was muttering to herself. Hannas partitioned-off area was along one of the walls. With her long, healthy auburn hair, unlined skin, and taut, young body, Hanna was definitely the thing in the ICU that didnt belong. Her cordoned-off area was full of flowers, boxes of candy, stacks of magazines, and stuffed animals. Someone had bought her a large, white teddy bear that wore a patterned wrap dress. When Aria flipped open the tag on the bears plushy arm, she saw that the bears name was Diane von FurstenBEAR. There was a brand-new white cast on Hannas arm. Lucas Beattie, Mona Vanderwaal, and Hannas parents had already signed it.

Lucas was sitting in the yellow plastic chair by Hannas bed, a Teen Vogue on his lap. Even the pastiest legs will benefit from Lanc™me Soleil Flash Browner tinted mousse, which gives skin a subtle sheen, he read, licking his finger to turn the page. When he noticed Aria, he stopped, a sheepish look crossing his face. The doctors say its good to talk to Hannathat she can hear. But maybe fall is a stupid time to talk about self-tanners? Maybe I should read her the article on Coco Chanel instead? Or the one about Teen Vogues new interns? It says theyre better than the Hills girls.

Aria glanced at Hanna, a lump growing in her throat. Metal guards lined the sides of her bed, as if she was a toddler at risk of rolling out. There were green bruises on her face, and her eyes seemed sealed closed. This was the first time Aria had seen a coma patient up close. A monitor recording Hannas heartbeat and blood pressure let out a constant beep, beep, beep noise. It made Aria uneasy. She couldnt help but anticipate that the beeping would abruptly flatline, like it always did in the movies before someone died. So, have the doctors said anything about her prognosis? Aria asked shakily.

Well, her hands fluttering. Like that, see? Lucas gestured to Hannas right hand, the one with the cast on it. Her fingernails looked like someone had recently painted them a brilliant coral. Which seems promising. But the doctors say it might not mean anythingthey still arent sure if she has any brain damage.

Arias stomach dropped.

But Im trying to think positive. The fluttering means shes about to wake up. Lucas closed the magazine and set it on Hannas bedside table. And apparently, some of her brain activity readouts show that she mightve been awake last night...but nobody saw it. He sighed. Im going to go get a soda. Want anything?

Aria shook her head. Lucas stood up from his chair and Aria took his place. Before Lucas left, he drummed his fingers against the door frame. Did you hear theres going to be a candlelight vigil for Hanna on Friday?

Aria shrugged. Dont you think its sort of bizarre that its at a country club?

Sort of, Lucas whispered. Or fitting.

He gave Aria a smirk and padded away. As he smacked the automatic door button and walked out of the ICU ward, Aria smiled. She liked Lucas. He seemed as jaded about pretentious Rosewood bullshit as she was. And he certainly was a good friend. Aria had no idea how he was able to miss so much

school to stay with Hanna, but it was nice that someone was with her.

Aria reached out and touched Hannas hand, and Hannas fingers curled around hers. Aria pulled away, startled, then chastised herself. It wasnt like Hanna was dead. It wasnt like Aria had squeezed a corpses hand and the corpse had squeezed back.

Okay, I can be there this afternoon, and we can go through the candids together, a voice said behind her. Is that doable?

Aria whirled around, nearly falling off her chair. Spencer hit the OFF button on her Sidekick and gave Aria an apologetic smile. Sorry. She rolled her eyes. Yearbook cant do anything without me. She looked at Hanna, paling a bit. I came here as soon as my free period started. Hows she doing?

Aria cracked her knuckles so hard, her thumb joint made a disconcerting pop. It was amazing that in the middle of all this, Spencer still ran eight thousand committees and had even found time to be on the front page of yesterdays Philadelphia Sentinel. Even though Wilden had more or less exonerated Spencer, there was still something about her that gave Aria pause.

Where have you been? Aria asked sharply.

Spencer took a step back, as if Aria had shoved her. I had to go away with my parents. To New Jersey. I came as soon as I could.

Did you get As note on Saturday? Aria demanded. She knew too much? Spencer nodded but didnt speak. She flicked the tassels of her tweed Kate Spade bag and looked

warily at all of Hannas electronic medical devices.

Did Hanna tell you who it is? Aria goaded.

Spencer frowned. Who who is?

A. Spencer still looked confused, and an edgy feeling gnawed at Arias gut. Hanna knew who A was, Spencer. She looked at Spencer carefully. Hanna didnt tell you why she wanted to meet?

No. Spencers voice cracked. She just said she had something important to tell me. She let out a long breath.

Aria thought of Spencers cagey, crazy eyes peeping out from the woods behind Rosewood Day. I saw you, you know, she blurted out. I saw you in the woods on Saturday. You were just...standing there. What were you doing?

The pigment disappeared from Spencers face. I was scared, she whispered. Id never seen anything so scary in my whole life. I couldnt believe that someone would actually do that to Hanna.

Spencer looked terrified. All of a sudden, Aria felt her suspicion seep out of her. She wondered what Spencer would think if she knew Aria had thought Spencer was Alis killer, and had even shared that theory with Wilden. She recalled Wildens judging words: Is this what you girls do? Blame your old friends for murder? Maybe Wilden was right: Spencer might have starred in some of the school plays, but she wasnt a good enough actress to have killed Ali, traipsed back to the barn, and convinced her remaining best friends that she was as innocent, clueless, and scared as they all were.

I cant believe anyone would do that to Hanna either, Aria said quietly. She sighed. So, I figured something out Saturday night. I think...I think Ali and Ian Thomas were dating, back when we were in seventh grade.

Spencers mouth fell open. I figured that out Saturday, too. You didnt already know? Aria scratched her head, thrown off guard.

Spencer took another step into the room. She kept her eyes fixed on the clear liquid that filled Hannas IV bag. No.

Do you think anyone else knew?

An indescribable expression crossed Spencers face. Talking about all this seemed to make her really uncomfortable. I think my sister did.

Melissa knew all this time but never said anything? Aria ran her hands along the edge of her chin. Thats weird. She thought of As three clues about Alis killer: that she was close by, that she wanted something Ali had, and that she knew every inch of the DiLaurentises yard. All three clues together only applied to a handful of people. If Melissa knew about Ali and Ian, then maybe she was one of them.

Should we tell the cops about Ian and Ali? Spencer suggested.

Aria wrung her hands together. I mentioned it to Wilden.

A flush of surprise passed over Spencers face. Oh, she said in a small voice.

Is that okay? Aria asked, raising an eyebrow.

Of course, Spencer said briskly, regaining composure. So...do you think we should tell him about A?

Aria widened her eyes. If we do, A might... She trailed off, feeling nauseated.

Spencer stared at Aria for a long time. As completely running our lives, she whispered.

Hanna was still immobile in her bed. Aria wondered if she really could hear them, just like Lucas said. Perhaps shed heard everything theyd just said about A and wanted to tell them what she knew, only she was trapped inside her coma. Or maybe shed heard everything theyd said and was disgusted that they were talking about this instead of fretting over whether Hanna would ever wake up.

Aria smoothed the sheets over Hannas chest, tucking them up to her chin like Ella used to do when Aria had the flu. Then, a flickering reflection in the little window behind Hannas bed caught her eye. Aria straightened, her nerves jangling. It looked like someone outside Hannas partition was lurking next to an empty wheelchair, trying not to be seen.

She whipped around, her heart racing, and pulled back the curtain. What? Spencer cried, turning around too.

Aria took a deep breath. Nothing. Whoever it was had vanished.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

9

ITS NO FUN BEING THE SCAPEGOAT

Light streamed into Emilys eyes. She hugged her pillow and sank back into sleep. Rosewoods morning sounds were as predictable as the sunrisethe barking of the Kloses dog as they set off on their walk around the block, the rumbling of the garbage truck, the sounds of the Today show, which her mother watched every morning, and the crowing of the rooster.

Her eyes sprang open. A rooster?

The room smelled like hay and vodka. Abbys bed was empty. Since the cousins had wanted to stay longer at last nights party than Emily did, Trista had dropped her off at the Weavers gate. Maybe Abby hadnt come home yetthe last shed seen of Abby at the party, shed been all over a guy who wore a University of Iowa T-shirt that featured a big, scowling Herky the Hawk mascot on the back.

When she turned her head, she saw her aunt Helene standing in the doorway. Emily screamed and pulled the sheets around her. Helene was already dressed in a long patchwork jumper and a ruffle-edged T-shirt. Her glasses teetered precariously on the end of her nose. I see youre up, she said. Please come downstairs.

Emily rolled out of bed slowly, pulling on a shirt, a pair of Rosewood Day Swim Team pajama pants, and argyle socks. The rest of the previous night rushed back to her, as comforting as sinking into a long, hot bath. Emily and Trista had spent the rest of the night making up a crazy square dance, and a bunch of the boys had joined in. Theyd talked nonstop on the drive back to the Weavers house, even though both of them were exhausted. Before Emily got out of the car, Trista had touched the inside of Emilys wrist. Im glad I met you, Trista whispered. And Emily was glad too.

John, Matt, and Abby were at the kitchen table, staring sleepily at their bowls of Cheerios. A plate of pancakes sat in the middle of the table. Hey, guys, Emily said cheerfully. Is there anything for breakfast other than Cheerios or pancakes?

I dont think breakfast should be your main concern right now, Emily. Emily turned, her blood running cold. Uncle Allen stood at the counter, his posture stiff, a look of

disappointment on his lined, weathered face. Helene leaned against the stove, equally stern. Emily looked nervously from Matt to John to Abby, but not one of them returned her gaze.

So. Helene started pacing around the room, her square-toed shoes clacking against the plank floor. We know what the four of you did last night.

Emily sank into a chair, heat creeping into her cheeks. Her heart began to pound.

I want to know whose idea this was. Helene circled the table like a hawk zeroing in on her prey. Who wanted to hang out with those public school kids? Who thought it was okay to drink alcohol?

Abby poked at a lone Cheerio in her bowl. John scratched his chin. Emily kept her lips pasted together. She certainly wasnt going to say anything. She and her cousins would form a bond of solidarity, keeping quiet for the benefit of all. It was how Emily, Ali, and the others had operated years ago, on the rare occasion that someone actually caught them doing something.

Well? Helene said sharply.

Abbys chin shook. It was Emily, she exploded. She threatened me, Mom. She knew about the public school party and demanded that I take her to it. I took John and Matt along so wed be safe.

What? Emily gasped. She felt like Abby had smacked her in the chest with the large wooden cross that hung over the doorway. Thats not true! How would I have known about some party? I dont know anyone but you!

Helene looked disgusted. Boys? Was it Emily? Matt and John stared at their cereal bowls and nodded slowly.

Emily looked around the table, too angry and betrayed to breathe. She wanted to shout out what had really happened. Matt had done body shots from a girls navel. John had danced to Chingy in his boxers. Abby had made out with five guys and possibly a cow. Her limbs began to shake. Why were they doing this? Werent they her friends? None of you seemed very upset to be there!

Thats a lie! Abby shrieked. We were all very upset!

Allen pulled at Emilys shoulder, jolting her back to her feet in a forceful, manhandling way Emily had never felt in her life. This isnt going to work, he said in a low voice, bringing his face close to hers. He smelled like coffee and something organic, perhaps soil. Youre no longer welcome here.

Emily took a step back, her heart sinking to her feet. What?

We did your parents a big favor, Helene growled. They said you were a handful, but we never expected this. She pushed the ON button of the cordless phone. Im calling them now. Well drive you back to the airport, but theyll have to figure out a way to pay for you to get home. And theyll have to decide what to do with you.

Emily felt all five pairs of Weaver eyes on her. She willed herself not to cry, taking big, gulping breaths of the stale farmhouse air. Her cousins had betrayed her. None of them were on her side. No one was.

She turned around and fled up to the little bedroom. Once there, she threw her clothes back into her

swim bag. Most of her clothes still smelled like homea mix of Snuggle fabric softener and her moms homey cooking spices. She was glad they would never smell like this horrible place.

Just before zipping the duffel closed, she paused. Helene was probably calling her parents, telling them everything. She pictured her mother standing in her kitchen in Rosewood, holding the phone to her ear and saying, Please dont send Emily back here. Our life is perfect without her.

Emilys vision blurred with tears, and her heart literally hurt. No one wanted her. And what would Helenes next option be? Would she try to ship Emily off somewhere else? Military school? A convent? Did those still exist?

I have to get out of here, Emily whispered to the cold, spare room. Her cell phone was still lying at the bottom of the swear jar in the hall. The lid came off easily, and no alarm sounded. She dropped the phone into her pocket, grabbed her bags, and crept down the stairs. If she could just get off the Weaver property, she was pretty sure there was a minuscule grocery store about a mile down the road. She could plan her next move from there.

When she burst out onto the front porch, she almost didnt notice Abby curled up on the chain-link porch swing. Emily was so startled she dropped her duffel on her feet.

Abbys mouth settled into an upside-down U. She never catches us. So you must have done something to get her attention.

I didnt do anything, Emily said helplessly. I swear. And now, because of you, were going to be stuck in lockdown for months. Abby rolled her eyes.

And for the record, Trista Taylor is a huge slut. She tries to hump anything that movesguy or girl.

Emily backed up, at a loss for words. She grabbed her bag and sprinted down the front walk. When she came to the cattle gate, that same goat was still tethered to the metal post, the bell clanging softly around her neck. The rope didnt offer enough slack for her to lie down, and it looked like Helene hadnt even put out water for her. When Emily looked into the goats yellow eyes and odd, square pupils, she felt a connectionscapegoat to bad goat. She knew what it was like to be cruelly, unjustly punished.

Emily took a deep breath and slid the rope off the goats neck, then opened the cattle guard and waved her arms. Go, girl, she whispered. Shoo. The goat glanced at Emily, her lips pursed. She took one step forward, then another. Once she crossed the cattle guard, she broke into a trot, waddling down the road. She seemed happy to be free.

Emily slammed the cattle guard shut behind her. She was pretty damn happy to be free of this place, too.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

10

ABOUT AS FAR FROM MINDLESS AS ARIA COULD GET

The clouds rolled in on Monday afternoon, darkening the sky and bringing winds that ripped through Rosewoods yellow-leafed sugar maples. Aria pulled her strawberry-colored merino wool beret down

over her ears and scampered into the Frank Lloyd Wright Memorial Visual Arts Building at Hollis College for her very first Mindless Art class. The lobby walls were full of student exhibits, announcements for art sales, and want ads for housemates. Aria noticed a flyer that said, HAVE YOU SEEN THE ROSEWOOD STALKER ? There was a Xeroxed photograph of a figure looming in the woods, as blurry and cryptic as the murky shots of the Loch Ness Monster. Last week, there had been all sorts of news reports on the Rosewood Stalker, who was following people around, spying on their every move. But Aria hadnt heard any stalker news for a few days now...about the same amount of time that A had been silent.

The elevator was out of service, so Aria climbed the cold, gray concrete stairs to the second floor. She located her Mindless Art classroom and was surprised to find it silent and dark. A jagged shape flickered against the window on the far side of the room, and as Arias eyes adjusted, she realized the room was full.

Come in, called a womans husky voice.

Aria felt her way to the back wall. The old Hollis building creaked and groaned. Someone near her smelled like menthol and garlic. Someone else smelled like cigarettes. She heard a giggle.

I believe were all here, the voice called out. My name is Sabrina. Welcome to Mindless Art. Now, youre all probably wondering why were standing here with the lights off. Art is about seeing, right? Well, guess what? It isnt, not entirely. Art is also touching and smelling...and most definitely feeling. But mostly, its about letting go. Its about taking everything you thought was true and throwing it out the window. Its about embracing lifes unpredictability, letting go of boundaries, and starting over.

Aria stifled a yawn. Sabrina had a slow, soporific voice that made her want to curl up and close her eyes.

The lights are off for a little exercise, Sabrina said. We all form an image of someone in our heads, based on certain easy clues. The way ones voice sounds, maybe. The type of music someone likes. The things you know about a persons past, perhaps. But sometimes, our judgments arent right; in fact, sometimes theyre quite wrong.

Years ago, Aria and Ali used to go to Saturday art classes together. If Ali were in this class with her now, shed roll her eyes and say that Sabrina was a flaky granola-head with hairy armpits. But Aria thought what Sabrina was saying made senseespecially in regard to Ali. These days, everything Aria thought shed known about Ali was wrong. Aria would never have imagined Ali was having a secret affair with her best friends sisters boyfriend, though it certainly explained her cagey, bizarre actions before she disappeared. In those last few months, there were stretches when Ali wasnt around for weekends at a time. Shed say she had to go out of town with her parentssurely that was code for time alone with Ian. Or once, when Aria had biked over to Alis house to surprise her, shed found Ali sitting on one of the big boulders in her backyard, whispering into her cell phone. Ill see you this weekend, okay? Ali was saying. We can talk about it then. When Aria called out her name, Ali whirled around, startled. Who are you talking to? Aria had asked innocently. Ali snapped her phone shut fast, narrowing her eyes. She considered her words for a while, and then said, So, that girl your dad was kissing? I bet shes like a Girls Gone Wild college girl who throws herself at guys. I mean, shed have to be pretty ballsy to hook up with her teacher. Aria had turned away, mortified. Ali had been with her the day shed discovered Byron kissing Meredith, and she wouldnt let it go. Aria was on her bike and halfway home before she realized Ali had never answered her question.

So this is what I want us to do, Sabrina said loudly, interrupting Arias memories. Find the person nearest to you, and hold hands. Try to imagine what your neighbor looks like just by the way their hands

feel. Then well turn the lights on so you can sketch each others portraits based on what you see in your mind.

Aria fumbled in the blue-black darkness. Someone grabbed her hand, feeling her wrist bones and the mounds in her palm.

What sort of face do you see when you touch this person? Sabrina called.

Aria shut her eyes, trying to think. The hand was small and a bit cold and dry. A face began to form in her mind. First the pronounced cheekbones, then the bright blue eyes. Long, blond hair, pink, bow-shaped lips.

Aria tightened her stomach. She was thinking of Ali.

Turn away from your partner now, Sabrina instructed. Get your sketch pads out, and Im going to turn on the lights. Do not look at your partners. I want you to sketch exactly what you saw in your brain, and well see how close you are to the real thing.

The bright overhead lights hurt Arias eyes as she shakily opened her sketch pad. She tentatively brushed the charcoal across her paper, but as hard as she tried, she couldnt stop from drawing Alis face. When she stepped back, she felt a huge lump in her throat. There was a whisper of a smile across Alis lips and a devious sparkle in her eye.

Very nice, said Sabrinawho looked exactly like her voice, with long, knotty brown hair; big boobs; a fleshy stomach; and puny, birdlike legs. She moved on to Arias partner. Thats beautiful, she murmured. Aria felt a pinch of annoyance. Why wasnt her drawing beautiful? Did someone draw better than she did? Impossible.

Times up, Sabrina called. Turn around and show your partners the results.

Aria slowly turned, her eyes greedily assessing her partners allegedly beautiful sketch. And actually...it was beautiful. The drawing looked nothing like Aria, but it still was a much better rendering of a person than Aria could have done. Arias eyes floated up her partners body. The girl wore a fitted pink Nanette Lepore top. Her hair was dark and wild, spilling down her shoulders. She had creamy, blemish-free skin. Then, Aria saw the familiar turned-up button nose. And the giant Gucci sunglasses. There was a sleeping dog in a blue canvas vest at the girls feet. Arias entire body turned to ice.

I cant see what you drew of me, her partner said in a soft, sweet voice. She pointed to her Seeing Eye dog in explanation. But Im sure its great.

Arias tongue felt leaden in her mouth. Her partner was Jenna Cavanaugh.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

11 WELCOME BACK...SORT OF

After what seemed like days of spinning through the stars, Hanna suddenly found herself thrust into the light again. Once more, she was sitting on Alis back porch. Once more, she could feel herself busting out of her American Apparel T-shirt and Seven jeans.

We get to have our sleepover in Melissas barn! Spencer was saying.

Nice. Ali grinned. Hanna recoiled. Maybe she was stuck revisiting this day over and over again, sort of like that guy in that old movie Groundhog Day. Maybe Hanna would have to keep reliving this one day until she got it right and convinced Ali that she was in grave danger. But...the last time Hanna had been in this memory, Ali had loomed close by, telling Hanna that she was okay. But she wasnt okay. Nothing was okay.

Ali, Hanna urged. What do you mean, youre okay?

Ali wasnt paying attention. She watched Melissa as she strode through the Hastingses bordering yard, her graduation gown slung over her arm. Hey, Melissa! Ali cooed. Excited to go to Prague?

Who cares about her? Hanna shouted. Answer my question!

Is Hanna...talking? a far-off voice gasped. Hanna cocked her head. That didnt sound like any of her old friends.

Across the yard, Melissa put her hand on her hip. Of course Im excited.

Is Ian going? Ali asked.

Hanna grabbed the sides of Alis face. Ian doesnt matter, she said forcefully. Just listen to me, Ali!

Whos Ian? The far-off voice sounded like it was coming from the other end of a very long tunnel. Mona Vanderwaals voice. Hanna looked around Alis backyard, but didnt see Mona anywhere.

Ali turned to Hanna, heaving an exasperated sigh. Give it a rest, Hanna.

But youre in danger, Hanna sputtered.

Things arent always what they seem, Ali whispered.

What do you mean? Hanna urged desperately. When she reached out for Ali, her hand went right through Alis arm, like Ali was just an image projected onto a screen.

What does who mean? Monas voice called.

Hannas eyes popped open. A bright, painful light practically blinded her. She was lying on her back on an uncomfortable mattress. Several figures stood around herMona, Lucas Beattie, her mother, and her father.

Her father? Hanna tried to frown, but her face muscles were in excruciating pain. Hanna. Monas chin wobbled. Oh my God. Youre...awake. Are you okay, honey? her mother asked. Can you talk?

Hanna glanced down at her arms. At least they were thin and not ham hocks. Then, she saw the IV tube sticking out of the crook in her elbow and the clunky cast on her arm. Whats going on? she croaked,

looking around. The scene in front of her eyes seemed staged. Where shed just beenon Alis back porch, with her old best friendsseemed far more real. Wheres Ali? she asked.

Hannas parents exchanged uneasy looks. Alis dead, Hannas mother said quietly.

Go easy on her. A white-haired, hawk-nosed man in a white coat swept around a curtain to the foot of Hannas bed. Hanna? My names Dr. Geist. How do you feel?

Where the hell am I? Hanna demanded, her voice rising with panic.

Hannas father took her hand. You had an accident. We were really worried.

Hanna looked fitfully at the faces around her, then at the various contraptions that fed into different parts of her body. In addition to the IV drip, there was a machine that measured her heartbeat and a tube that sent oxygen into her nose. Her body felt hot, then cold, and her skin prickled with fear and confusion. Accident? she whispered.

A car hit you, Hannas mother said. At Rosewood Day. Can you remember?

Her hospital sheets felt sticky, like someone had drizzled nacho cheese all over them. Hanna searched her memory, but nothing about an accident was there. The last thing she remembered, before sitting in Alis backyard, was receiving the champagne-colored Zac Posen dress for Monas birthday party. That had been Friday night, the day before Monas celebration. Hanna turned to Mona, who looked both distraught and relieved. Her eyes had huge, kind of ugly purple circles under them, too, as if she hadnt slept in days. I didnt miss your party, did I?

Lucas made a sniffing noise. Monas shoulders tensed. No... The accident happened afterward, Lucas said. You dont remember?

Hanna tried to pull the oxygen tube out of her noseno one looked attractive with something dangling from a nostriland found that it had been taped down. She closed her eyes and grappled for something, anything, to explain all this. But the only thing she saw was Alis face looming over her and whispering something before dissipating into black nothingness.

No, Hanna whispered. I dont remember any of that at all.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

12 ON THE LAM

Late Monday evening, Emily sat on a faded blue bar stool at the counter of the M&J diner across from the Greyhound station in Akron, Ohio. She hadnt eaten anything all day and contemplated ordering a piece of nasty-looking cherry pie to go with her metallic-tasting coffee. Next to her, an old man slowly slurped a spoonful of tapioca pudding, and a bowling pinshaped man and his knitting needleshaped friend were shoveling down greasy burgers and fries. The jukebox was playing some twangy country song, and the hostess leaned heavily against the register, polishing dust off the Ohio-shaped magnets that were on sale for ninety-nine cents.

Where you headed? a voice asked.

Emily looked into the eyes of the diners fry cook, a sturdy man who looked like he did a lot of bow hunting when he wasnt making grilled cheese. Emily searched for a name tag, but he wasnt wearing one. His red ball cap had a big, singular letter A stitched in the center. She licked her lips, shivering a little. How do you know Im headed somewhere?

He gave her a knowing look. Youre not from here. And Greyhounds across the street. And you have a big duffel bag. Clever, arent I?

Emily sighed, staring into her cup of coffee. It had taken her less than twenty minutes to power-walk the mile from Helenes to the mini mart down the road, even with her heavy duffel in tow. Once there, shed found a ride to the bus station, and had bought a ticket for the first bus out of Iowa. Unfortunately it had been going to Akron, a place where Emily knew absolutely no one. Worse, the bus smelled like someone had bad gas, and the guy sitting next to her had his iPod cranked up to maximum volume while he sang along to Fall Out Boy, a band she detested. Then, weirdly, when the bus pulled into the Akron station, Emily had discovered a crab scuttling around under her seat. A crab, even though they were nowhere near an ocean. When shed stumbled into the terminal and noticed that the big departures board said there was a 10 P.M . bus to Philadelphia, an ache had welled up inside her. Shed never missed Pennsylvania as much as she did now.

Emily shut her eyes, finding it hard to believe that she was really, truly running away. There were many times shed imagined running away beforeAli used to say shed go with her. Hawaii was one of their top five choices. So was Paris. Ali said they could assume different identities. When Emily protested, saying that sounded difficult, Ali shrugged and said, Nah. Becoming someone else is probably really easy. Wherever they chose, they promised to spend tons of uninterrupted time together, and Emily had always secretly hoped that maybe, just maybe, Ali would have realized she loved Emily as much as Emily loved her. But in the end, Emily always felt bad and said, Ali, you have no reason to run away. Your life is perfect here. And Ali would shrug in response, saying Emily was right, her life was pretty perfect.

Until someone killed her.

The fry cook turned up the volume on the tiny TV sitting next to the eight-slice toaster and an open package of Wonder Bread. When Emily looked up, she saw a CNN reporter standing in front of the familiar Rosewood Memorial Hospital. Emily knew it wellshe passed it every morning on her drive to Rosewood Day.

We have reports that Hanna Marin, seventeen-year-old resident of Rosewood and friend to Alison DiLaurentis, the girl whose body mysteriously turned up in her old backyard about a month ago, has just awakened from the coma shed been in since Saturday nights tragic accident, the reporter said into her microphone.

Emilys coffee cup clattered against her saucer. Coma? Hannas parents swam onto the screen, saying that, yes, Hanna was awake and seemed okay. There were no leads as to who had hit Hanna, or why.

Emily covered her mouth with her hand, which smelled like the fake-leather Greyhound bus seat. She whipped her Nokia out of her jean jacket pocket and turned it on. Shed been trying to conserve the battery because shed accidentally left her charger behind in Iowa. Her fingers shook as she dialed Arias number. It went to voice mail. Aria, its Emily, she said after the beep. I just found out about Hanna, and...

She trailed off, her eyes returning to the screen. There, in the upper right-hand corner, was her own face, staring back at her from the photo shed had taken for last years yearbook. In other Rosewood news, another one of Ms. DiLaurentiss friends, Emily Fields, has gone missing, the anchor said. She was visiting relatives in Iowa this week, but vanished from the property this morning.

The fry cook turned from flipping a grilled cheese and glanced at the screen. A look of disbelief crossed his face. He looked at Emily, then back at the screen again. His metal spatula fell to the floor with a hollow clatter.

Emily hit END without finishing her message to Aria. On the TV screen, her parents were standing in front of Emilys blue-shingled house. Her father wore his best plaid polo shirt, and her mom had a cashmere sweater cardigan draped over her shoulders. Carolyn stood off to the side, holding Emilys swim team portrait for the camera. Emily was too stunned to be embarrassed that a picture of her in a high-cut Speedo tank suit was on national television.

Were very worried, Emilys mother said. We want Emily to know that we love her and just want her to come home.

Tears bloomed at the corners of Emilys eyes. Words couldnt describe what it felt like to hear her mother say those three little words: we love her. She slid off the stool, pushing her arms into her jacket sleeves.

The word PHILADELPHIA was plastered on top of a red, blue, and silver Greyhound bus across the street. The big 7-Up clock over the diners counter said 9:53. Please dont let the 10 P.M . bus be sold out, Emily prayed.

She glanced at the scribble-covered bill next to her coffee. Ill be back, she said to the cook, grabbing her bags. I just have to get a bus ticket.

The fry cook still looked like a tornado had picked him up and dropped him onto a different planet. Dont worry about it, he said faintly. Coffees on the house.

Thanks! The sleigh bells on the diners door jingled together as Emily left. She ran across the empty highway and skidded into the bus station, thanking the various forces of the universe that had prevented a line from forming at the ticket window. Finally, she had a destination: home.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

13 ONLY LOSERS GET HIT BY CARS

Tuesday morning, when she should have been strolling into her Pilates II class at Body Tonic gym, Hanna was instead lying flat on her back as two fat female nurses cleaned her off with a sponge. After they left, her physician, Dr. Geist, strode into the room and flipped on the light.

Turn it off! Hanna demanded sharply, quickly covering her face.

Dr. Geist left it on. Hanna had put in a request for a different doctorif she was spending all this time here, couldnt she at least have an M.D. who was a little bit hotter?but it seemed like nobody in this hospital was listening.

Hanna slid halfway under the covers and peeked into her Chanel compact. Yep, her monster face was still there, complete with the stitches on her chin, the two black eyes, the fat, purplish bottom lip, and the enormous bruises on her collarboneit was going to be ages before she could wear low-cut tops again. She sighed and snapped the compact closed. She couldnt wait to go to Bill Beach to fix all the damage.

Dr. Geist inspected Hannas vital signs on a computer that looked like it had been built in the sixties. Youre recovering very well. Now that the swellings gone down, we dont see any residual brain injury. Your internal organs look fairly good. Its a miracle.

Ha, Hanna grumbled.

It is a miracle, Hannas father butted in, walking in to stand behind Dr. Geist. We were sick with worry, Hanna. It makes me sick that someone did this to you. And that theyre still out there.

Hanna sneaked a peek at him. Her dad wore a charcoal gray suit and sleek black shiny loafers. In the twelve hours since shed awakened, hed been incredibly patient, succumbing to Hannas every whim...and Hanna had lots of whims. First, she demanded that they move her into her own private roomthe last thing she needed was to hear the old lady on the other side of the curtain in intensive care talk about her bowel habits and imminent hip replacement. Next, Hanna had made her dad get her a portable DVD player and some DVDs from the nearby Target. The hospital rent-a-TVs only got six lame-ass network channels. Shed begged her dad to make the nurses give her more painkillers, and shed deemed the mattress on the hospital bed completely uncomfortable, forcing him to go out to the Tempur-Pedic store an hour ago to get her a space-age foam topper. From the looks of the mammoth Tempur-Pedic plastic bag he was holding, it appeared that his trip had been successful.

Dr. Geist dropped Hannas clipboard back into the slot at the foot of her bed. We should be able to let you out in a few more days. Any questions?

Yes, Hanna said, her voice still croaky from the ventilator theyd had her on since her accident. She pointed to the IV in her arm. How many calories is this thing giving me? By the way her hip bones felt, it seemed as if shed lost weight while being in the hospitalbonus!but she just wanted to make sure.

Dr. Geist looked at her crazily, probably wishing he could switch patients too. Its antibiotics and stuff to hydrate you, Hannas father quickly interjected. He patted Hannas arm. Its all going to make you feel much better. As he and her dad left the room, Dr. Geist snapped off the light again.

Hanna glowered for a moment at the empty doorway, then fell back onto her bed. The only thing that could make her feel better right now was a six-hour massage by some hot, shirtless Italian male model. And, oh yeah, a brand-new face.

She was completely weirded out that this had happened to her. She kept wondering if, after falling asleep again, shed wake up in her own bed with its six-hundred thread-count pima cotton sheets, beautiful as before, ready for a day of shopping with Mona. Who gets hit by a car? She wasnt even in the hospital for something cool, like a high-stakes kidnapping or Petra Nemcovas tsunami tragedy.

But something that scared her far moreand something that she didnt want to think aboutwas that the whole night was a huge, gaping hole in Hannas memory. She couldnt even remember Monas party.

Just then, two figures in familiar blue blazers appeared at the door. When they saw Hanna was awake and decent, Aria and Spencer rushed in quickly, their faces pinched with worry. We tried to see you last

night, Spencer said, but the nurses wouldnt let us in.

Hanna noticed that Aria was sneaking a peek at Hannas greenish bruises, a grossed-out look on her face. What? Hanna snapped, smoothing out her long, auburn hair, which shed just spritzed with Bumble & Bumble Surf Spray. You should try to be a little more Florence Nightingale, Aria. Seans really into that.

It still rankled Hanna that her ex, Sean Ackard, had broken up with her to be with Aria. Today, Arias hair hung in chunks around her face, and she wore a red-and-white-checkered tent dress under her Rosewood Day blazer. She looked like a cross between that freaky drummer girl in the White Stripes and a tablecloth. Besides, didnt she know that if she got caught without the plaid pleated skirt part of the schools uniform, Appleton would just send her home and make her change?

Sean and I broke up, Aria mumbled.

Hanna raised a curious eyebrow. Oh really? And why is that?

Aria sat down in the little orange plastic chair next to Hannas bed. That doesnt matter right now. What matters is...this. You. Her eyes welled with tears. I wish we wouldve gotten to the playground sooner. I keep thinking about it. We couldve stopped that car, somehow. We couldve pulled you out of the way.

Hanna stared at her, her throat constricting. You were there?

Aria nodded, then glanced at Spencer. We were all there. Emily too. You wanted to meet us.

Hannas heart quickened. I did?

Aria leaned closer. Her breath smelled like Orbit Mint Mojito gum, a flavor Hanna hated. You said you knew who A was.

What? Hanna whispered. You dont remember? Spencer shrieked. Hanna, thats who hit you! She whipped out her Sidekick

and brought up a text. Look! Hanna stared at the screen. She knew too much.A A sent us this right after you were hit by the car, Spencer whispered.

Hanna blinked hard, stunned. Her mind was like a big, deep Gucci purse, and when Hanna rooted around in the bottom, she couldnt come up with the memory she needed. A tried to kill me? Her stomach began to churn. All day, shed had this awful feeling, deep down, that this hadnt been an accident. But shed tried to quell it, telling herself that was nonsense.

Maybe A had spoken to you? Spencer tried. Or maybe you saw A doing something. Can you think? Were afraid that if you dont remember who A is, A might... She trailed off, gulping.

...strike again, Aria whispered. Hanna shivered spastically, breaking out in a cold, horrified sweat. Th-the last thing I remember was the

night before Monas party, she stammered. The next thing I know, were all sitting in Alis backyard. Were in seventh grade again. Its the day before Ali disappeared, and were talking about how were going to have the sleepover in the barn. Remember that?

Spencer squinted. Uh...sure. I guess.

I kept trying to warn Ali that she was going to die the next day, Hanna explained, her voice rising. But Ali wouldnt pay attention to me. And then she looked at me and said I should stop making a big deal out of it. She said she was fine.

Spencer and Aria exchanged a glance. Hanna, it was a dream, Aria said softly.

Well, yeah, obviously. Hanna rolled her eyes. Im just saying. It was like Ali was right there. She pointed at a pink GET WELL SOON balloon at the end of the bed. It had a round face and accordion-style arms and legs, and it could walk on its own.

Before either of Hannas old friends could respond, a loud voice interrupted them. Wheres the sexiest patient in this hospital?

Mona stood in the doorway, her arms outstretched. She, too, wore her Rosewood Day blazer and skirt along with an amazing pair of Marc Jacobs boots Hanna had never seen. Mona glanced at Aria and Spencer suspiciously, then dumped a pile of Vogue, Elle, Lucky, and Us Weekly magazines on the nightstand. Pour vous, Hanna. A lot has happened to Lindsay Lohan that you and I need to discuss.

I so love you, Hanna cried, quickly trying to switch gears. She couldnt dwell on this A thing. She just couldnt. She was relieved that she hadnt been hallucinating yesterday when she woke up and saw Mona standing over her bed. Things with Mona had been rocky last week, but Hannas last memory was receiving a court dress for Monas birthday party in the mail. It was obviously an olive branch, but it was weird that she couldnt remember their makeup conversationusually, when Hanna and Mona made up, they gave each other gifts, like a new iPod case or a pair of Coach kidskin gloves.

Spencer looked at Mona. Well, now that Hannas awake, I guess we dont have to do that thing on Friday.

Hanna perked up. What thing?

Mona perched on Hannas bed. We were going to have a little vigil for you at the Rosewood Country Club, she admitted. Everyone at school was invited.

Hanna put her IV-rigged hand to her mouth, touched. You guys were going to do that...for me? She caught Monas eye. It seemed unusual that Mona would be planning a party with SpencerMona had a lot of issues with Hannas old friendsbut Mona actually looked excited. Hannas heart lifted.

Since the clubs already booked...maybe we could have a welcome-back party instead? Hanna suggested in a small, tentative voice. She crossed her other hands fingers under her sheets for luck, hoping Mona wouldnt think it was a stupid idea.

Mona pursed her perfectly lined lips. I cant say no to a party. Especially a party for you, Han.

Hannas insides sparkled. This was the best news shed gotten all dayeven better than when the nurses had permitted her to use the bathroom unattended. She wanted to leap up and give Mona an enormous,

thankful, Im-so-happy-were-friends-again hug, but she was attached to too many tubes. Especially since I cant remember your birthday party, Hanna pointed out, pouting. Was it awesome?

Mona lowered her eyes, picking a fuzz ball off her sweater.

Its cool, Hanna said quickly. You can tell me it rocked. I can handle it. She thought for a moment. And I have a fantastic idea. Since its kind of close to Halloween, and since I dont look my absolute best right now... She waved her hands around her face. Lets make it a masquerade!

Perfect, Mona gushed. Oh, Han, itll be amazing!

She grabbed Monas hands and they started squealing together. Aria and Spencer stood there awkwardly, left out. But Hanna wasnt about to squeal with them, too. This was something only BFFs did, and there was only one of those in Hannas world.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

14

INTERROGATION, WITH A SIDE OF SPYING

Tuesday afternoon, after a quick yearbook meeting and an hour of field hockey drills, Spencer pulled up to her blue slate circular driveway. There was a Rosewood PD squad car sitting in her driveway next to her mothers battleship gray Range Rover.

Spencers heart catapulted into her throat, as it had been doing a lot the past few days. Had it been a huge mistake to confess her guilt about Ali to Melissa? What if Melissa only said that Spencer didnt have the killer instinct to throw her off track? What if shed called up Wilden and told him that Spencer had done it?

Spencer thought of that night again. Her sister had had such an eerie smile on her face when she said Spencer couldnt have murdered Ali. The words shed chosen were odd, tooshed said it took a very unique person to kill. Why hadnt she said crazy or heartless? Unique made it sound special. Spencer had been so freaked out, shed avoided Melissa ever since, feeling awkward and uncertain in her presence.

As Spencer slipped inside her front door and hung her Burberry trench coat in the hall closet, she noticed that Melissa and Ian were sitting very rigidly on the Hastingses living room couch, as if they were being berated in the principals office. Officer Wilden sat across from them, on the leather club chair. H-hi, Spencer sputtered, surprised.

Oh, Spencer. Wilden gave Spencer a nod. Im just talking to your sister and Ian for a moment, if youll excuse us.

Spencer took a big step back. W-what are you talking about?

Just a few questions about the night Alison DiLaurentis went missing, Wilden said, his eyes on his notepad. Im trying to get everyones perspective.

The room was silent except for the sound of the ionizer Spencers mother had bought after her allergist told her that dust mites gave women wrinkles. Spencer backed out of the room slowly.

Theres a letter for you on the hall table, Melissa called out just as Spencer rounded the corner. Mom left it for you.

There was indeed a stack of mail on the hall table, next to a hive-shaped terra-cotta vase that had allegedly been a gift to Spencers great-grandmother from Howard Hughes. Spencers letter was right on top, in an already-opened creamy envelope with her name handwritten across the front. Inside was an invitation on heavy cream card stock. Gold, scrolling script read, The Golden Orchid committee invites you to a finalists breakfast and interview at Daniel Restaurant in New York City on Friday, October 15.

There was a pink Post-it note affixed to the corner. Her mother had written, Spencer, we already cleared this with your teachers. We have rooms reserved at the W for Thursday night.

Spencer pressed the paper to her face. It smelled a little like Polo cologne, or maybe that was Wilden. Her parents were actually encouraging her to compete, knowing what they knew? It seemed so surreal. And wrong.

Or...was it? She ran her finger along the invites embossed letters. Spencer had longed to win a Golden Orchid since third grade, and perhaps her parents recognized that. And if she hadnt been so freaked out about Ali and A, she definitely would have been able to write her own Golden Orchidworthy essay. So why not really go for it? She thought about what Melissa had saidher parents would reward her handsomely for winning. She needed a reward right now.

The living rooms grandfather clock bonged six times. Spencer guessed that Wilden was waiting to make sure shed gone upstairs before he began his discussion. She stomped loudly up the first few stairs, then stopped halfway and marched in place to make it sound like shed climbed the rest of the way up. She had a perfect view of Ian and Melissa through the banister spindles, but no one could see her.

Okay. Wilden cleared his throat. So, back to Alison DiLaurentis.

Melissa wrinkled her nose. Im still not sure what this has to do with us. Youd be better off talking to my sister.

Spencer squeezed her eyes shut. Here it comes. Just bear with me, Wilden said slowly. You two do want to help me find Alisons killer, dont you?

Of course, Melissa said haughtily, her face turning red.

Good, Wilden said. As he pulled out a black spiral-bound notebook, Spencer slowly let out her breath.

So, Wilden continued. You guys were in the barn with Alison and her friends shortly before she disappeared, right?

Melissa nodded. They walked in on us. Spencer had asked our parents to use the barn for her sleepover. She thought I was going to Prague that night, but I was actually going the next day. We left, though. We let them have the barn. She smiled proudly, as if shed been oh-so charitable.

Okay... Wilden scribbled in his notepad. And you didnt see anything strange in your yard that night? Anyone lurking around, nothing like that?

Nothing, Melissa said quietly. Again, Spencer felt grateful but also confused. Why wasnt heart-of-ice Melissa ratting her out?

And where did you go after that? Wilden asked.

Melissa and Ian looked surprised. We went to Melissas den. Right in there. Ian pointed down the hall. We were just...hanging out. Watching TV. I dont know.

And you were together the whole night?

Ian glanced at Melissa. I mean, it was over four years ago, so its kind of hard to remember, but yeah, Im pretty sure.

Melissa? Wilden asked.

Melissa flicked a tassel on one of the couch pillows. For a shimmering second, Spencer saw a look of terror cross her face. In a blink, it was gone. We were together.

Okay. Wilden looked back and forth at them, as if something bothered him. And...Ian. Was there something going on with you and Alison?

Ians face went slack. He cleared his throat. Ali had a crush on me. I flirted with her a little, thats all.

Spencer rolled her jaw around, surprised. Ian, lying...to a cop? She peeked at her sister, but Melissa was staring straight ahead, a small smirk on her face. I kind of knew Ian and Ali were together, shed said.

Spencer thought about the memory Hanna had brought up at the hospital earlier about the four of them going over to Alis house the day before she went missing. The details of the day were foggy, but Spencer remembered that theyd seen Melissa walking back to the Hastingses barn. Ali had yelled out to her, asking if Melissa was worried that Ian might find another girlfriend while Melissa was in Prague. Spencer had smacked Ali for the remark, warning her to shut up. Since shed admitted to Ali and only Ali that shed kissed Ian, Ali had been threatening to tell Melissa what Spencer had done if Spencer didnt confess to it herself. So Spencer thought Alis comments were meant to mess with her, not Melissa.

That was what Ali was doing, wasnt it? She wasnt so sure anymore.

After that, Melissa had shrugged, muttered under her breath, and stormed toward the Hastingses barn. On her way, though, Spencer remembered her sister pausing to look at the hole the workers were digging in Alis backyard. It was as if she were trying to commit its dimensions to memory.

Spencer clapped a hand over her mouth. Shed received a text from A last week when she was sitting in front of her vanity mirror. It had said, Alis murderer is right in front of you, and right after Spencer read it, Melissa had appeared in her doorway to announce that the Philadelphia Sentinel reporter was downstairs. Melissa had been as much in front of Spencer as her own reflection had.

As Wilden shook hands with Ian and Melissa and rose to leave, Spencer scampered quietly the rest of the way up the stairs, her mind spinning. The day before she went missing, Ali had said, You know what, guys? I think this is going to be the summer of Ali. She had seemed so certain of it, so confident that everything would work out the way she wanted. But although Ali could boss the four of them into doing everything she said, no one, absolutely no one, played those kinds of games with Spencers sister. Because in the end, Melissa. Always. Won.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

15 GUESS WHOS BA-A-ACK?

Early Wednesday morning, Emilys mother silently steered the minivan out of the Philadelphia Greyhound bus station parking lot, down Route 76 in the middle of morning rush hour, past the Schuylkill Rivers charming row houses, and straight to Rosewood Memorial Hospital. Even though Emily was badly in need of a shower after her grueling, ten-hour bus trip, she really wanted to see how Hanna was doing.

By the time they reached the hospital, Emily began to worry that shed made a grave mistake. Shed called her parents before getting on the bus to Philadelphia at 10 P.M . last night, saying shed seen them on TV, that she was okay, and that she was coming home. Her parents had sounded happy...but then her cell phones battery had died, so she didnt really know for sure. Since Emily had gotten in the car, all her mom had said to her was, Are you okay? After Emily said yes, her mom told her that Hanna had woken up, and then she went mute.

Her mother pulled under the awning of the hospitals main entrance and put the car into park. She let out a long, whinnying sigh, resting her head briefly against the steering wheel. It scares me to death, driving in Philly.

Emily stared at her mom, with her stiff gray hair, emerald-green cardigan, and prized pearl necklace that she wore every single day, kind of like Marge on The Simpsons. Emily suddenly realized that she had never seen her mother drive anywhere remotely near Philadelphia. And her mom had always been terrified about merging, even if no cars were coming. Thanks for picking me up, she said in a small voice.

Mrs. Fields studied Emily carefully, her lips wobbling. We were so worried about you. The idea that we might have lost you forever really made us rethink some things. That wasnt right, sending you to Helenes the way we did. Emily, we might not accept the decisions youve made for...for your life, but were going to try and live with it as best we can. Thats what Dr. Phil says. Your father and I have been

reading his books.

Outside the car, a young couple wheeled a Silver Cross pram to their Porsche Cayenne. Two attractive, twenty-something black doctors shoved each other jokingly. Emily breathed in the honeysuckle air and noticed a Wawa market across the street. She was definitely in Rosewood. She hadnt crash-landed in some other girls life.

Okay, Emily croaked. Her whole body felt itchy, especially her palms. Well...thank you. That makes me really happy.

Mrs. Fields reached into her purse and took out a plastic Barnes & Noble bag. She handed it to Emily. This is for you.

Inside was a DVD of Finding Nemo. Emily looked up, confused.

Ellen DeGeneres is the voice of the funny fish, Emilys mother explained in a slightly uh-duh voice. We thought you might like her. Emily suddenly got it. Ellen DeGeneres was a fisha lesbian swimmer, just like Emily.

Thanks, she said, clutching the DVD to her chest, oddly touched.

She tumbled out of the car and walked through the hospitals automatic front door in a daze. As she passed by the check-in, the coffee bar, and the high-end gift shop, her mothers words slowly sank in. Her family had accepted her? She wondered if she should call Maya and tell her she was back. But what would she say? Im home! My parents are cool now! We can date now! It seemed so...cheesy.

Hannas room was on the fifth floor. When Emily pushed open the door, Aria and Spencer were already sitting next to her bed, their hands wrapped around Venti Starbucks coffees. A row of ragged black stitches stood out on Hannas chin, and she wore a hulking cast on her arm. There was an enormous bouquet of flowers next to her bed, and the whole room smelled like rosemary aromatherapy oil. Hey, Hanna, Emily said, shutting the door softly. How are you?

Hanna sighed, almost annoyed. Are you here to ask me about A too?

Emily looked at Aria, then at Spencer, who was picking nervously at her coffee cups cardboard sleeve. It was strange to see Aria and Spencer togetherdidnt Aria suspect that Spencer had killed Ali? She raised an eyebrow at Aria, indicating as much, but Aria shook her head, mouthing, Ill explain later.

Emily looked back at Hanna. Well, I wanted to see how you were, but yeah... she started.

Save it, Hanna said haughtily, winding a tendril of hair around her finger. I dont remember what happened. So we might as well talk about something else. Her voice wobbled with distress.

Emily stepped back. She looked beseechingly at Aria, her eyes saying, She really doesnt remember? Aria shook her head no.

Hanna, if we dont keep asking, youre never going to remember, Spencer urged. Did you get a text? A note? Maybe A put something in your pocket?

Hanna glowered at Spencer, her lips smushed closed.

You found out sometime during or after Monas party, Aria encouraged. Does it have something to do with that?

Maybe A said something incriminating, Spencer said. Or maybe you saw the person behind the wheel of the SUV that hit you?

Would you just stop? Tears brimmed at the corners of Hannas eyes. The doctor said pushing me like this isnt good for my recovery. After a pause, she ran her hands along her soft cashmere blanket and took a deep breath. If you guys could go back to the time before Ali died, do you think you could prevent it from happening?

Emily looked around. Her friends seemed as stunned by the question as she was. Well, sure, Aria murmured quietly.

Of course, Emily said.

And youd still want to? Hanna goaded. Would we really want Ali around? Now that we know Ali kept the secret about Toby from us and had been seeing Ian behind our backs? Now that weve grown up a little and realized that Ali was basically a bitch?

Of course Id want her here, Emily said sharply. But when she looked around, her friends were staring at the floor, saying nothing.

Well, we certainly didnt want her dead, Spencer finally mumbled. Aria nodded and scratched at her purple nail polish.

Hanna had wrapped a Herm�s scarf around part of her cast in what Emily imagined was an attempt to make it look prettier. The rest of the cast, Emily noticed, was filled with signatures. Everyone from Rosewood had signed alreadythere was a sweeping signature from Noel Kahn; a tidy one from Spencers sister, Melissa; a spiky one from Mr. Jennings, Hannas math teacher. Someone had signed the cast only with the word KISSES !, the dot in the exclamation point a smiley face. Emily ran her fingers over the word, as if it were Braille.

After a few more minutes of not saying much at all, Aria, Emily, and Spencer gloomily filed out of the room. They were silent until they reached the elevator bank. What brought on all that stuff she was saying about Ali? Emily whispered.

Hanna had a dream about Ali while she was in the coma. Spencer shrugged and punched the down button for the elevator.

We have to get Hanna to remember, Aria whispered. She knows who A is.

It was barely 8 A.M . when they emerged into the parking lot. As an ambulance raced past them, Spencers cell phone began to play Vivaldis Four Seasons. She checked her pocket, irritated. Who could be calling me this early in the morning?

Then Arias cell phone buzzed too. And Emilys.

A cold wind swept over all the girls. The hospital-logo flags that hung from the main awning billowed in the breeze. No, Spencer gasped.

Emily peeked at the texts subject line. It said, KISSES !, just like on Hannas cast. Miss me, bitches? Stop digging for answers, or Ill have to erase your memories too.A

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

16 A NEW VICTIM

That Wednesday afternoon, Spencer waited on Rosewood Country Clubs outdoor patio to begin planning Hannas welcome-back masquerade with Mona Vanderwaal. She absentmindedly flipped through the AP econ essay that had been nominated for a Golden Orchid. When shed stolen the essay from Melissas arsenal of old high school papers, Spencer hadnt understood half of it...and she still didnt. But since the Golden Orchid judges were going to grill her at Fridays breakfast, shed decided to learn it word for word. How hard could it be? She memorized entire monologues for drama club all the time. Plus, she was hoping it would get her mind off A.

She closed her eyes and mouthed the first few paragraphs perfectly. Then she imagined the outfit shed wear for her Golden Orchid interviewdefinitely something Calvin or Chanel, maybe with some clear-framed, academic-looking glasses. Maybe shed even bring in the article the Philadelphia Sentinel had done about her and leave it sticking just slightly out of her bag. Then the interviewers would see it and think, My, shes already been on the front page of a major newspaper!

Hey. Mona stood above her in a pretty olive-green dress and tall black boots. She had an oversize dark purple bag slung over her right shoulder, and she carried a Jamba Juice smoothie in her hand. Am I too early?

Nope, youre perfect. Spencer moved her books off the seat across from her and stuffed Melissas essay into her purse. Her hand grazed against her cell phone. She fought against the masochistic urge to pull it out and look at As message again. Stop digging for answers. After everything that had happened, after three days of radio silence, A was still after them. Spencer was dying to talk to Wilden about it, but she was terrified about what A might do if she did.

You okay? Mona sat down and stared at Spencer worriedly.

Sure. Spencer rattled the straw in her empty Diet Coke glass, trying to push A from her mind. She gestured to her books. I just have this interview for an essay competition on Friday. Its in New York. So Im sort of freaking out.

Mona smiled. Thats right, that Golden Orchid thing? Youve been all over the announcements.

Spencer ducked her head faux-bashfully. She loved hearing her name on the morning announcements, except when she had to read them herselfthen it just seemed boastful. She inspected Mona carefully. Mona had really done a fantastic job transforming from Razor scooterloving dork to fabulous diva, but Spencer had never really gotten past seeing Mona as one of the many girls Ali liked to tease. This was possibly the first time shed ever spoken to Mona one-on-one.

Mona cocked her head. I saw your sister outside your house when I left for school this morning. She said your picture was in Sundays paper.

Melissa told you that? Spencers eyes widened, feeling a glimmer of uneasiness. She recalled the fearful look that had crossed Melissas face yesterday when Wilden asked her where shed been the night Ali vanished. What was Melissa so afraid of? What was Melissa hiding?

Mona blinked, lost. Yeah. Why? Is it not true?

Spencer shook her head slowly. No, its true. Im just surprised Melissa said something nice about me, is all.

What do you mean? Mona asked.

Were not the best of friends. Spencer glanced furtively around the country club patio, filled with a horrible feeling that Melissa was here, listening. Anyway, she said. About the party. I just talked to the club manager, and theyre all ready for Friday.

Perfect. Mona pulled out a stack of cards and slid them across the table. These are the invites I came up with. Theyre in the shape of a mask, see? But then theres foil on the front, so when you look into it, you see yourself.

Spencer looked at her slightly fuzzy reflection in the invite. Her skin was clear and glowing and her newly touched-up buttery highlights brightened her face.

Mona flipped through her Gucci wallet diary, consulting her notes. I also think, to make Hanna feel really special, we should bring her into the room in a grand princessstyle entrance. Im thinking four hot, shirtless guys could carry her in on a canopied pedestal. Or something like that. Ive arranged for a bunch of models to come over to Hannas tomorrow so she can choose them for herself.

Thats awesome. Spencer folded her hands over her Kate Spade diary. Hannas lucky to have you as a friend.

Mona looked ruefully out at the golf course and let out a long sigh. The way things have been between us lately, its a miracle that Hanna doesnt hate me.

What are you talking about? Spencer had heard something about Mona and Hanna getting in a fight at Monas birthday party, but shed been so busy and distracted, she hadnt really paid attention to the rumors.

Mona sighed and tucked a strand of white-blond hair behind her ear. Hanna and I havent been on the best of terms, she admitted. Its just that, shed been acting so weird. We used to do everything together, but suddenly she started keeping all these secrets, blowing off plans we made, and acting like she hated me. Monas eyes welled with tears.

A lump formed in Spencers throat. She knew just how that felt. Before she disappeared, Ali had done the same thing to her.

She was spending a lot of time with you guysand that made me a little jealous. Mona traced her pointer finger around the perimeter of an empty bread plate on the table. Truthfully, I was stunned when Hanna wanted to be friends with me in eighth grade. She was part of Alis clique, and you guys were legend. I always thought our friendship was too good to be true. Maybe I still kind of feel that way from time to time.

Spencer stared at her. It was incredible how similar Mona and Hannas friendship was to Spencer and AlisSpencer had been astonished when Ali chose her to be part of her inner circle, too. Well, Hannas been hanging out with us because weve been dealing with some...issues, she said. Im sure shed rather be with you.

Mona bit her lip. I was terrible to her. I thought she was trying to ditch me, so I just...went on the defensive. But when she got hit by the car...and when I realized she might die...it was awful. Shes been my best friend for years. She covered her face with her hands. I just want to forget about all of it. I just want things to be normal again.

The charms dangling off Monas Tiffany bracelet tinkled together prettily. Her mouth puckered, as if she were about to start sobbing. Spencer suddenly felt guilty about the way they used to tease Mona. Ali had taunted her about her vampire tan, and even her heightAli always said Mona was short enough to be the girl version of Mini Me from Austin Powers. Ali also claimed that Mona had cellulite on her gutshed seen Mona changing in the country club locker room and had nearly thrown up it was so ugly. Spencer didnt believe her, so once, when Ali was spending the night at Spencers, they sneaked over to Monas house down the street and spied on Mona as she was dancing to videos on VH1 in the den. I hope her shirt flutters up, Ali whispered. Then youll see her in all her nastiness.

Monas shirt stayed put. Shed continued to dance around crazily, the way Spencer danced when she thought no one was watching. Then Ali knocked on the window. Monas face reddened and she fled out of the room.

Im sure everything will be fine between you and Hanna, Spencer said gently, touching Monas thin arm. And the last thing you should do is blame yourself.

I hope so. Mona gave Spencer a vulnerable smile. Thanks for listening.

The waitress interrupted them, setting the leather booklet containing Spencers bill on the table. Spencer opened it up and signed her two Diet Cokes to her fathers account. She was surprised that her watch said it was almost five. She stood up, feeling a twinge of sadness, not wanting the conversation to end. When had she last talked to anyone about anything real? Im late for rehearsal. She let out a long, stressed sigh.

Mona inspected her for a moment, then glanced across the room. Actually, you might not want to leave quite yet. She nodded toward the double French doors, color returning to her face. That guy over there just checked you out.

Spencer glanced over her shoulder. Two college-age guys in Lacoste polos sat at a corner table, nursing Bombay Sapphires and sodas. Which one? Spencer murmured.

Mr. Hugo Boss model. Mona pointed to a dark-haired guy with a chiseled jaw. A devious look came over her face. Want to make him lose his mind?

How? Spencer asked. Flash him, Mona whispered, nudging her chin at Spencers skirt. Spencer demurely covered her lap. Theyll kick us out! No, they wont. Mona smirked. I bet itll make you feel better about all your Golden Orchid stress.

Its like an instant spa treatment.

Spencer considered it for a moment. Ill do it if you do it.

Mona nodded, standing up. On three.

Spencer stood too. Mona cleared her throat to get their attention. Both boys heads swiveled over. One...two... Mona counted.

Three! Spencer cried. They pulled up their skirts fast. Spencer revealed green silk Eres boy shorts, and Mona showed off sexy, lacy black pantiesdefinitely not the kind of thing worn by a girl who loves Razor scooters. They only held up their skirts for a moment, but it was enough. The dark-haired guy in the corner sputtered up a swallow of beer. Hugo Boss Model looked like he was going to faint. Spencer and Mona let their skirts drop and doubled over with laughter.

Holy shit. Mona giggled, her chest heaving. That was awesome.

Spencers heart continued to rocket in her chest. Both of the guys were still staring, slack-jawed. Do you think anyone else saw? she whispered.

Who the hell cares? Like theyd really kick us out of here. Spencers cheeks warmed, flattered that Mona considered her as traffic-stopping as she was. Now Im

really late, she murmured. But it was worth it. Of course it was. Mona blew her a kiss. Promise me well do this again?

Spencer nodded and blew her a kiss back, then breezed through the main dining room. She felt better than she had in days. With Monas help, shed managed to forget about A, the Golden Orchid, and Melissa for three whole minutes.

But as she walked through the parking lot, she felt a hand on her arm. Wait.

When Spencer turned around, she found Mona nervously spinning her diamond necklace around her neck. Her expression had morphed from one of gleeful naughtiness to something much more guarded and uncertain.

I know youre super-late, Mona blurted out, and I dont want to bother you, but somethings happening to me, and I really need to talk to someone about it. I know we dont know each other well, but I cant talk to Hannashes got enough problems. And everyone else would spread it around the school.

Spencer perched on the edge of a large ceramic planter, concerned. What is it?

Mona looked around cautiously, as if to make sure there were no Ralph Laurenclad golfers nearby. Ive been getting these...text messages, she whispered.

Spencer lost hearing for a moment. What did you say?

Text messages, Mona repeated. Ive only gotten two, but theyre not really signed, so I dont know who theyre from. They say these...these horrible things about me. Mona bit her lip. Im kind of

scared.

A sparrow fluttered past and landed on a barren crab apple tree. A lawn mower rumbled to life in the distance. Spencer gaped at Mona. Are they from...A? she whispered.

Mona went so pale, even her freckles vanished. H-how did you know that?

Because. Spencer breathed in. This wasnt happening. This couldnt be happening. Hanna and Iand Aria and Emilyweve all been getting them too.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

17 CATS CAN FIGHT NICE, CANT THEY?

Wednesday afternoon, just as Hanna flopped over in her hospital bedapparently, lying too still caused bedsores, which sounded even nastier than acneshe heard a knock at her door. She almost didnt want to answer it. She was a little sick of all her nosy visitors, especially Spencer, Aria, and Emily.

Lets get ready to par-tay! someone yelled. Four boys swept inside: Noel Kahn; Mason Byers; Arias younger brother, Mike; and, surprise of all surprises, Sean Ackard, Hannasand Arias, it seemedex-boyfriend.

Hey, boys. Hanna lifted the oatmeal-colored cashmere blanket Mona had brought her from home over the bottom half of her face, revealing only her eyes. Seconds later, Lucas Beattie arrived, carrying a big bouquet of flowers.

Noel glanced at Lucas, then rolled his eyes. Over-compensating for something?

Huh? Lucass face was nearly swallowed up by the bouquet.

Hanna didnt get why Lucas was always visiting her. Sure, theyd been friends for like a minute last week, when Lucas took her up in his dads hot-air balloon and let her vent about all of her troubles. Hanna knew how much he liked herhed pretty much reached in, pulled out his heart, and handed it to her during their balloon ride together, but after shed received Monas court dress in the mail, Hanna clearly remembered sending Lucas a nasty text confirming that she was out of his league. She considered reminding him of that now, only...Lucas had been pretty useful. Hed gone to Sephora to buy Hanna a whole bunch of new makeup, read Teen Vogue to her line by line, and cajoled the doctors into allowing him to douse the room with Bliss aromatherapy oil, just as Hanna had asked him to. She kind of liked having him around. If she werent so popular and fabulous, hed probably make a great boyfriend. He was definitely cute enoughway cuter than Sean, even.

Hanna glanced at Sean now. He was sitting stiffly in a plastic visitors chair, peeking at Hannas various get-well cards. Visiting Hanna in the hospital was so him. She wanted to ask him why he and Aria had broken up, but all of a sudden, she realized that she didnt care.

Noel looked at Hanna curiously. Whats with the veil?

The doctors told me to do this. Hanna pulled the blanket tight around her nose. To, like, keep away germs. And besides, you get to focus on my beautiful eyes.

So, what was it like being in a coma? Noel perched on the side of Hannas bed, squeezing a stuffed turtle that her aunt and uncle had given her yesterday. Was it, like, a really long acid trip?

And are they giving you medicinal marijuana now? Mike asked hopefully, his blue eyes glinting. I bet the hospital stash rocks.

Nah, I bet theyre giving her painkillers. Masons parents were doctors, so he always busted out his medical knowledge. Hospital patients have such a sweet setup.

Are the nurses hot? Mike burbled. Do they strip for you? Are you naked under there? Noel asked. Give us a peek!

Guys! Lucas said in a horrified voice. The boys looked at him and rolled their eyesexcept for Sean, who looked almost as uncomfortable as Lucas did. Sean was probably still in Virginity Club, Hanna thought with a smirk.

Its fine, Hanna chirped. I can handle it. It was actually refreshing to have the boys here, making inappropriate comments. Everyone else who visited had been so damn serious. As the boys gathered around to sign Hannas cast, Hanna remembered something and sat up. You guys are coming to my welcome-back party on Friday, right? Spencer and Mona are planning it, so Im sure its going to rock.

Wouldnt miss it. Noel glanced at Mason and Mike, who were looking out the window, chatting about what limbs theyd break if they jumped from Hannas fifth-floor balcony. Whats up with you and Mona, anyway? Noel asked.

Nothing. Hanna flinched. Why? Noel capped the pen. You guys had quite a catfight at her party. Rrow! We did? Hanna asked blankly. Lucas coughed uncomfortably.

Noel, it was so not rrow! Mona breezed into the room. She blew air-kisses at Noel, Mason, and Mike, shot a frosty smile at Sean, and dropped an enormous binder at the bottom of Hannas bed. She ignored Lucas completely. It was just a little BFF bitchiness.

Noel shrugged. He joined the other boys at the window and proceeded to get into a noogie fight with Mason.

Mona rolled her eyes. So listen, Han, I was just talking to Spencer, and we made a must-have party list. I want to run the details by you. She opened her Tiffany-blue binder. You, of course, have the final say before I talk to the venue. She licked her finger and turned a page. Okay. Bisque or ivory napkins?

Hanna tried to focus, but Noels words were still fresh in Hannas mind. Rrow? What were we fighting about? Hanna blurted out.

Mona paused, lowering her list to her lap. Seriously, Han, nothing. You remember we were fighting the week before? About the skywriter? Naomi and Riley?

Hanna nodded. Mona had asked Naomi Zeigler and Riley Wolfe, their biggest rivals, to be part of her

Sweet Seventeen party court. Hanna suspected it was in retaliation to Hanna blowing off their Frenniversary celebration.

Well, you were totally right, Mona went on. Those two are enormous bitches. I dont want us to hang out with them anymore. Im sorry I let them in the inner circle for a little bit, Han.

Its okay, Hanna said in a small voice, feeling a tiny lift.

So, anyway. Mona pulled out two magazine cutouts. One was a longish, white, pleated bubble dress with a silk rosette on the back, and the other was a wild-print dress that hit high on the thigh. Phillip Lim gathered gown or flirty Nieves Lavi minidress?

Nieves Lavi, Hanna answered. Its boatneck and short, so itll show lots of leg but detract from my collarbone and face. She pulled the sheet up to her eyes again.

Speaking of that, Mona chirped, look what I got for you!

She reached into her butter-colored Cynthia Rowley tote and pulled out a delicate porcelain mask. It was in the shape of a pretty girls face, with prominent cheekbones, pretty, pouty lips, and a nose that would definitely be on a plastic surgeons most-requested list. It was so beautiful and intricate, it looked almost real.

These exact masks were used in last years Dior haute couture show, Mona breathed. My mom knows someone at Diors PR company in New York, and we had someone drive it down from New York City this morning.

Oh my God. Hanna reached out and touched the edge of the mask. It felt like a mix between baby-soft skin and satin.

Mona held the mask up to Hannas face, which was still half-covered by the blanket. It will cover all your bruises. Youll be the most gorgeous girl at your party.

Hannas already gorgeous, Lucas piped up, whirling around from all the medical machines. Even without a mask.

Monas nose wrinkled as if Lucas had just told her he was going to take her temperature in her butt. Oh, Lucas, she said frostily. I didnt see you standing there.

Ive been here the whole time, Lucas pointed out tersely.

The two of them glowered at each other. Hanna noticed something almost apprehensive about Monas expression. But in a blink, it was gone.

Mona placed Hannas mask against her vase of flowers, positioning it so that it was staring at her. This is going to be the party of the year, Han. I cant wait.

With that, Mona blew her a kiss and danced out of the room. Noel, Mason, Sean, and Mike followed, telling Hanna theyd be back tomorrow and shed better share some of her medicinal marijuana with them. Only Lucas remained, leaning against the far wall next to a soothing Monet-esque poster of a field of dandelions. There was a disturbed expression on his face.

So that cop, Wilden? He asked me some questions about the hit-and-run while we were waiting for you to wake up from your coma a couple days ago, Lucas said quietly, sitting down on the orange chair next to Hannas bed. Like, if Id seen you the night it happened. If you were acting weird or worried. It kind of sounded like he thought the hit-and-run wasnt an accident.

Lucas swallowed hard and raised his eyes to Hanna. You dont think it was the same person who was sending you those weird text messages, do you?

Hanna shot up. Shed forgotten that shed told Lucas about A when theyd gone up in the hot-air balloon together. Her heart started to pound. Tell me you didnt say anything about that to Wilden.

Of course not, Lucas assured her. Its just...Im worried about you. Its so scary that someone hit you, is all.

Dont worry about it, Hanna interrupted, crossing her arms over her chest. And please, please dont say a word to Wilden about it. Okay?

Okay, Lucas said. Sure.

Good, Hanna barked. She took a long sip from the glass of water that was next to her bed. Whenever she dared to consider the truththat A had hit herher mind closed off, refusing to let her ponder it any further.

So. Isnt it nice that Monas throwing a party for me? Hanna asked pointedly, wanting to change the subject. Shes been such a wonderful friend. Everyones saying so.

Lucas fiddled with the buttons on his Nike watch. Im not sure if you should trust her, he mumbled. Hanna wrinkled her brow. What are you talking about? Lucas hesitated for a few long seconds. Come on, Hanna said, annoyed. What?

Lucas reached over and tugged Hannas sheet down, exposing her face. He took her cheeks in his hands and kissed her. Lucass mouth was soft and warm and fit perfectly with hers. Tingles scampered up Hannas spine.

When Lucas broke away, they stared at each other for seven long beeps on Hannas EKG machine, breathing hard. Hanna was pretty sure the look on her face was one of pure astonishment.

Do you remember? Lucas asked, his eyes wide. Hanna frowned. Remember...what?

Lucas stared at her for a long time, his eyes flickering back and forth. And then he turned away. II should go, Lucas mumbled awkwardly, and pushed out of the room.

Hanna stared after him, her bruised lips still sparking from his kiss. What had just happened?

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

18

NOW, INTRODUCING, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER IN ROSEWOOD, JESSICA MONTGOMERY

That same afternoon, Aria stood outside the Hollis art building, staring at a group of kids doing capoeira on the lawn. Aria had never understood capoeira. Her brother described it best, saying it looked less like a Brazilian fight dance and more like the people were trying to smell one anothers butts or pee on each other like dogs.

She felt a cold, thin hand on her shoulder. Are you on campus for your art class? a voice whispered in Arias ear.

Aria stiffened. Meredith. Today, Meredith wore a green pin-striped blazer and ripped jeans, and had an army green knapsack slung over her shoulder. The way she was staring at Aria, Aria felt like a little ant beneath a Meredith-shaped magnifying glass.

Youre taking Mindless Art, right? Meredith said. When Aria nodded dumbly, Meredith looked at her watch. Youd better get up there. It starts in five minutes.

Aria felt trapped. Shed been considering bagging this class completelythe last thing she wanted to do was spend two hours with Jenna Cavanaugh. Just seeing her the other day had brought back all sorts of uncomfortable memories. But Aria knew Meredith would relay everything to Byron, and Byron would give her a lecture on how it wasnt very nice to throw Merediths charitable gift away. Aria pulled her pink cardigan around her shoulders. Are you going to walk me up? she snapped.

Meredith looked surprised. Actually...I cant. I have to go do something. Something...important.

Aria rolled her eyes. She wasnt being serious, but Meredith was looking back and forth shiftily, as if concealing a big secret. A horrible thought occurred to Aria: What if she was doing something wedding related? Even though Aria really, really didnt want to imagine Meredith and her father standing at the front of a church altar, repeating their vows, the horrible image popped into her head anyway.

Without saying good-bye, Aria walked over to the building and took the stairs two at a time. Upstairs, Sabrina was about to start her lecture, instructing all the artists to find workstations. It was like a big game of musical chairs, and when the dust settled, Aria still didnt have a seat. There was only one art table left...next to the girl with the white cane and the big golden retriever guide dog. Naturally.

It felt like Jennas eyes were following her as Arias thin-soled Chinese slippers slapped against the wood floor toward the empty workstation. Jennas dog panted amiably at Aria as she passed. Today, Jenna wore a low-cut black blouse with a tiny bit of a lacy black bra peeking through. If Mike were here, he would probably adore Jenna because he could stare at her boobs without her ever knowing. When Aria sat down, Jenna cocked her head closer to her. Whats your name?

Its...Jessica, Aria blurted, before she could stop herself. She glanced at Sabrina at the front of the room; half the time, art teachers for the continuing-ed classes didnt bother to learn peoples names, and

hopefully Meredith hadnt told Sabrina to look out for her in class.

Im Jenna. She stuck out her hand, and Aria shook it. Afterward, Aria turned away quickly, wondering how on earth she would get through the rest of the class. A new Jenna memory had come to mind that morning when Aria was eating breakfast in Merediths freak show of a kitchen, probably brought on by the looming dwarves on top of Merediths refrigerator. Ali, Aria, and the others used to call Jenna Snow, after Snow White in the Disney movie. Once, when their class went to the Longwood Orchards for apple-picking, Ali had suggested they give Jenna an apple theyd dunked in the orchards filthy womens toilet, just like the wicked witch gave Snow White a poisoned apple in the movie.

Ali suggested that Aria give Jenna the appleshe always made the others do her dirty work. This apple is special, Aria had said to Jenna, holding the fruit outstretched, listening as Ali snickered behind her. The farmer told me it was from the sweetest tree. And I wanted to give it to you. Jennas face had been so surprised and touched. As soon as she took a big, juicy bite, though, Ali crowed, You ate an apple thats been peed on! Toilet breath! Jenna had stopped mid-chew, letting the apple chunk fall out of her mouth.

Aria shook the memory from her head and noticed a bunch of oil paintings stacked at the edge of Jennas workstation. They were portraits of people, all done in vibrant colors and energetic strokes. Did you paint those? she asked Jenna.

The stuff on my desk? Jenna asked, laying her hands on her lap. Yeah. I was talking to Sabrina about my work, and she wanted to see them. I might be in one of her gallery shows.

Aria balled up her fists. Could this day get any worse? How the hell had Jenna gotten a gallery show? How on earth did Jenna even know how to paint if she couldnt see?

At the front of the room, Sabrina told the students to pick up a pouch of flour, strips of newspaper, and an empty bucket. Jenna tried to retrieve the things herself, but in the end, Sabrina carried them back for her. Aria noticed how all of the students were looking at Jenna out of the corners of their eyes, afraid that if they looked too pointedly, someone would chastise them for staring.

When they all returned to their desks, Sabrina cleared her throat. Okay. Last time, we talked about seeing things by touch. Were going to do something similar today by making masks of one anothers faces. We all wear masks in our own ways, dont we? We all pretend. What you might find, when you look at a mold of your face, is that you dont really look the way you thought you did at all.

Ive done this before, Jenna whispered in Arias ear. Its fun. Do you want to work together? Ill show you how to do it.

Aria wanted to dive out the classroom window. But she found herself nodding, and then, realizing Jenna couldnt see she was nodding, she said, Sure.

Ill do you first. As Jenna turned, something in her jeans pocket beeped. She pulled out a slim LG phone with a foldout keypad, and held it up to Aria, as if she knew Aria had been staring. This has a voice-activated keyboard, so I can finally text people.

Arent you worried about getting flour all over it? Aria asked. Itll wash off. I love it so much I keep it with me always.

Aria cut up strips of newspaper for Jenna, since she didnt really trust her with scissors. So, where do you go to school? Jenna asked.

Um, Rosewood High, Aria said, naming the local public school.

Thats cool, Jenna said. Is this your first art class?

Aria stiffened. She had taken art classes before shed even learned to read, but she had to swallow her pride. She wasnt Ariashe was Jessica. Whoever Jessica was. Um, yeah, she said, quickly conjuring up a character. Its a big jump for meIm usually more into sports, like field hockey.

Jenna poured water into her bowl. What position do you play?

Um, all of them, Aria mumbled. Once, Ali had tried to teach her field hockey, but shed stopped the lesson about five minutes in because she said Aria ran like a pregnant gorilla. Aria wondered why on earth shed conjured up a Typical Rosewood Girlthe exact type of girl she tried her hardest not to beas her alter ego.

Well, its nice that youre trying something new, Jenna murmured, mixing the flour and water together. The only time the field hockeyplaying girls at my old school tried something new was when they took a chance on some emerging designer they read about in Vogue. She snorted sarcastically.

There were field hockey girls at your school in Philly? Aria blurted out, thinking of the school for the blind Jennas parents had sent her to.

Jenna straightened. Uh...no. How did you know I went to a school in Philly?

Aria pinched the inside of her palm. What was she going to say next, that Aria had given her a toilet-poisoned apple in sixth grade? That shed kind of been involved in her stepbrothers death a couple weeks back? That shed blinded her and ruined her life? Just a guess.

Well, I meant my old school before that. Its around here, actually. Rosewood Day? Do you know it?

Ive heard of it, Aria mumbled.

Im going back there next year. Jenna dunked a strip of paper into the flour-and-water mixture. But I dont know how I feel about it. Everyone at that school is so perfect. If you arent into the right kinds of things, youre nothing. She shook her head. Sorry. Im sure you have no idea what Im talking about.

No! I totally agree! Aria protested. She couldnt have put it more succinctly herself. A nagging feeling prodded at her. Jenna was beautifultall, graceful, cool, and artistic. Really artistic, in factif she really did go to Rosewood Day, Aria probably wouldnt be the schools best artist anymore. Who knew what Jenna couldve been if her accident hadnt happened. Suddenly, the desire to tell Jenna who Aria really was and how sorry she felt about what theyd done was so nauseatingly overpowering, it took all of Arias strength to keep her mouth shut.

Jenna came close to her. She smelled like cupcake icing. Hold still, Jenna instructed Aria as she located Arias head and laid the goopy strips over her face. They were wet and cool now, but soon they would harden over her faces contours.

So, do you think youll use your mask for anything? Jenna asked. Halloween?

My friend is having a masquerade, Aria said, then immediately wondered if she was again giving up too much information. Ill probably wear it there.

Thats great, Jenna cooed. Im going to take mine with me to Venice. My parents are taking me there next month, and I hear its the mask capital of the world.

I love Venice! Aria squeaked. Ive been there with my family four times!

Wow. Jenna layered newspaper strips over Arias forehead. Four times? Your family must like to travel together.

Well, they used to, Aria said, trying to keep her face still for Jenna. What do you mean, used to? Jenna began to cover Arias cheeks.

Aria twitchedthe strips were beginning to harden and get itchy. She could tell Jenna this, right? It wasnt like Jenna knew anything about her family. Well, my parents are...I dont know. Getting divorced, I guess. My dad has a new girlfriend, this young girl who teaches art classes at Hollis. And Im living with them right now. She hates me.

And do you hate her? Jenna asked.

Totally, Aria said. Shes running my dads life. She makes him take vitamins and do yoga. And shes convinced she has the stomach flu, but she seems fine to me. Aria bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. She wished Merediths supposed stomach flu would just kill her already. Then she wouldnt have to spend the next few months trying to figure out ways to stop Meredith and Byron from getting married.

Well, at least she cares about him. Jenna paused, then smiled halfway. I can feel you frowning, but all families have issues. Mine certainly does.

Aria tried not to make any more facial movements that would give anything away. But maybe you should give this girlfriend a chance, Jenna went on. At least shes artistic, right?

Arias stomach dropped. She couldnt control the muscles around her mouth. How did you know shes artistic?

Jenna stopped. Some of the floury goop on her hands plopped to the scuffed wood floor. You just said

it, right?

Aria felt dizzy. Had she? Jenna squished more newspaper strips to Arias cheeks. As she moved from Arias cheeks to chin to forehead to nose, Aria realized something. If Jenna could feel her frowning, she could probably tell other things about her face, too. She might be able to feel what Aria looked like. Just then, when she looked up, a startled, uncomfortable look settled on Jennas face, as if shed figured it all out, too.

The room felt sticky and hot. I have to... Aria fumbled around her workstation, nearly tipping over her large unused bucket of water.

Where are you going? Jenna called.

All Aria needed was to get out of here for a few minutes. But as she stumbled toward the door, the mask tightening and suctioning to her face, Arias Treo let out a bleep. She reached into her bag for it, careful not to get flour all over the keypad. She had one new text message.

Sucks to be in the dark, huh? Imagine how the blind must feel! If you tell ANYONE what I did, Ill put you in the dark for good. Mwah!A

Aria glanced back at Jenna. She was sitting at her workstation, fiddling with her cell phone, oblivious to the flour all over her fingers. Another beep from her own phone startled her. She glanced down at the screen again. Another text had come in.

P.S. Your stepmommy-to-be has a secret identity, just like you! Want an eyeful? Go to Hooters tomorrow.A

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

19 WANDERING MINDS WANT TO KNOW

Thursday morning, as Emily emerged from one of the bathroom stalls in the gym locker room dressed in her regulation Rosewood Day white T-shirt, hoodie, and royal blue gym shorts, an announcement blared over the PA system.

Hey, everyone! a chirpy, way-too-enthusiastic boys voice called out. This is Andrew Campbell, your class president, and I just want to remind you that Hanna Marins welcome-back party is tomorrow night at the Rosewood Country Club! Please come out and bring your maskits costumes only! And also, I want everyone to wish Spencer Hastings a great big good luckshes off to New York City tonight for her Golden Orchid finalist interview! Best wishes, Spencer!

Several girls in the locker room groaned. There was always at least one announcement about Spencer. Emily found it strange, though, that Spencer hadnt mentioned the Golden Orchid trip yesterday at the hospital when they were visiting Hanna. Spencer usually overtalked about her achievements.

As Emily passed the giant cardboard cutout of Rosewoods shark mascot and emerged into the gym, she heard hooting and clapping, like shed just walked into her own surprise party.

Our favorite girl is back! Mike Montgomery whooped, standing underneath the basketball hoop. It

seemed like every freshman boy in Emilys mixed-grade gym class had gathered behind him. So, you were on a sex vacation, right?

What? Emily looked back and forth. Mike was talking kind of loudly. You know, Mike goaded, his elfin face a near mirror of Arias. To Thailand or whatever. He got a

dreamy smile on his face. Emily wrinkled her nose. I was in Iowa.

Oh. Mike looked confused. Well, Iowas hot, too. There are lots of milkmaids there, right? He winked knowingly, as if milkmaids equaled instant porn.

Emily wanted to say something nasty, but then shrugged. She was pretty sure Mike wasnt teasing her in a mean way. The other gangly freshman boys gaped, as if Emily were Angelina Jolie, and Mike had been brave enough to ask for her e-mail address.

Mr. Draznowsky, their gym teacher, blew his whistle. All the students sat down cross-legged on the gym floor in their squads, which was basically gym-speak for rows. Mr. Draznowsky took roll and led them through stretches, and then everyone started to file out to the tennis courts. As Emily selected a Wilson racket from the equipment bin, she heard someone behind her whisper. Psssst.

Maya stood by a box of Bosu balls, Pilates magic circles, and other equipment that exercise-aholic girls used during their free periods. Hi, she squealed, her face bright pink with pleasure.

Emily tentatively walked into Mayas arms, inhaling her familiar banana gum smell. What are you doing here? she gasped.

I skipped out of Algebra III to find you, Maya whispered. She held up a wooden hall pass carved into pis squiggly shape. When did you get back? What happened? Are you here for good?

Emily hesitated. Shed been in Rosewood for a whole day, but yesterday had been such a blurthere was her visit to the hospital, then As note, then classes and swimming and time spent with her parentsshe hadnt had time to talk to Maya yet. Emily had noticed Maya in the halls once yesterday, but shed ducked into an empty classroom and waited for Maya to pass. She couldnt exactly explain why. It wasnt as if she was hiding from Maya or anything.

I didnt get back that long ago, she managed. And Im back for good. I hope.

The door to the tennis courts banged shut. Emily looked at the exit longingly. By the time she got outside, everyone in her gym class wouldve already found a tennis partner. Shed have to hit balls with Mr. Draznowsky, who, because he was also a health teacher, liked to give his students on-the-fly contraception lectures. Then, Emily blinked hard, as if startled out of a dream. What was her problem? Why did she care about stupid gym class when Maya was here?

She whipped back around. My parents have done a one-eighty. They were so worried that something had happened to me after I left my aunt and uncles farm, theyve decided to accept me for who I am.

Maya widened her eyes. Thats awesome! She grabbed Emilys hands. So what happened at your aunt and uncles? Were they mean to you?

Sort of. Emily shut her eyes, picturing Helene and Allens stern faces. Then, she imagined do-si-doing with Trista at the party. Trista had told Emily that if she were a dance, shed most definitely be the Virginia reel. Maybe she should confess to Maya what happened with Trista...only, what had happened? Nothing, really. It would be better to just forget the whole thing. Its a long story.

Youll have to give me all the details later, now that we can actually hang out in public. Maya jiggled up and down, then glanced at the enormous clock on the scoreboard. I should probably get back, she whispered. Can we meet up tonight?

Emily hesitated, realizing this was the first time she could say yes without sneaking around behind her parents backs. Then she remembered. I cant. Im having dinner out with my family.

Mayas face fell. Tomorrow, then? We could go to Hannas party together. S-sure, Emily stammered. That would be great.

And, oh! I have a huge surprise for you. Maya hopped from foot to foot. Scott Chin, the yearbook photographer? Hes in my history class, and he told me that you and I were voted this years best couple! Isnt that fun?

Best couple? Emily repeated. Her mouth felt gummy. Maya took Emilys hands and swung them back and forth. We have a photo shoot in the yearbook

room tomorrow. Wont that be so cute? Sure. Emily picked up the hem of her T-shirt and squeezed it in her palm. Maya cocked her head. You sure youre okay? You dont sound so enthused.

No. I am. Totally. Just as Emily took a breath to go on, her cell phone vibrated in her hoodie pocket, jolting straight through to her waist. She jumped and pulled it out, her heart pounding. One new text message, the screen said.

When she hit READ and saw the signature, her stomach turned for a different reason. She snapped the phone shut without reading the message. Get anything good? Maya asked, a little nosily, Emily thought.

Nah. Emily slid the phone back into her pocket.

Maya tossed the pi hall pass from one hand to the other. She gave Emily a quick kiss on the cheek, then sauntered out of the gym, her tall, sandstone-colored Frye boots clunking heavily against the wood floor. As Maya rounded the corner into the hall, Emily pulled out her cell phone, took a deep breath, and looked at the screen again.

Hey, Emily! I just heard the news that youre GONE! Im really going to miss you! Where do you live in PA? If you were a famous Philadelphia historical figure, who would you be? Id be that guy on the Quaker Oats box.... He counts, right?

Maybe I could visit sometime? xxx, Trista

The gyms central heater came on with a clank. Emily snapped her phone shut, and, after a pause, turned it off completely. Years ago, right before Emily had kissed Ali up in the DiLaurentises old tree

house, Ali had confessed that she was secretly seeing an older guy. Shed never said what his name was, but Emily realized now that she must have been talking about Ian Thomas. Ali had grabbed Emilys hands, full of giddy emotion. Whenever I think about him, my stomach swoops around like Im on a roller coaster, shed swooned. Being in love is the best feeling in the world.

Emily zipped up her hoodie to her chin. She thought she was in love, too, but it certainly didnt make her feel like she was on a roller coaster. Inside the fun house was more like itwith surprises at every turn, and absolutely no idea what would happen next.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

20 NO SECRETS BETWEEN FRIENDS

Thursday afternoon, Hanna stared at her reflection in the downstairs powder room mirror. She dabbed a bit of foundation on the stitches in her chin and winced. Why did stitches have to hurt so much? And why did Dr. Geist have to sew up her face with Frankenstein black thread? Couldnt he have used a nice flesh-tone color?

She picked up her brand-new BlackBerry, considering. The phone had been waiting for her on the kitchen island when her father brought her home from the hospital earlier today. There was a card on the BlackBerrys box that said, WELCOME HOME ! LOVE , MOM . Now that Hanna wasnt on the brink of death, her mother had returned to her round-the-clock hours at work, business as usual.

Hanna sighed, then dialed the number on the back of her foundation bottle. Hello, Bobbi Brown hotline! a cheerful voice on the other end chirped.

This is Hanna Marin, Hanna said briskly, trying to channel her inner Anna Wintour. Can I book Bobbi for a makeup job?

The hotline girl paused. Youd have to go through Bobbis booking agent for something like that. But I think shes really busy

Can you get me her agents number anyway? I dont think Im allowed to Sure you can, Hanna cooed. I wont tell.

After a bit of hemming and hawing, the girl put Hanna on hold, and someone else picked up the line and gave Hanna a 212 phone number. She wrote it down in lipstick on the bathroom mirror and hung up, feeling ambivalent. On one hand, it rocked that she could still push people to do exactly what she wanted. Only queen-of-the-school divas could do that. On the other hand, what if even Bobbi couldnt fix Hannas mess of a face?

The doorbell rang. Hanna dabbed more foundation on her stitches and headed into the hall. That was probably Mona, coming over to help audition male models for her party. Shed told Hanna she wanted to book her the best hotties money could buy.

Hanna paused in the foyer next to her mothers giant raku ceramic pot. What had Lucas meant at the

hospital yesterday, when he said that Hanna shouldnt trust Mona? And more than that, what had that kiss been about? Hanna had thought of little else since it happened. Shed expected to see Lucas at the hospital this morning, greeting her with magazines and a Starbucks latte. When he wasnt there, shed felt...disappointed. And this afternoon, after her father dropped her off, Hanna had lingered on All My Children on TV for three whole minutes before changing the channel. Two characters on the soap were passionately kissing, and shed watched them, wide-eyed, with tingles running up and down her back again, suddenly able to relate.

Not that she liked Lucas or anything. He wasnt in her stratosphere. And just to make sure, shed asked Mona last night what she thought of Lucas, when Mona dropped off the coming-home-from-the-hospital outfit shed selected from Hannas closetskinny Seven jeans, a cropped plaid Moschino jacket, and an ultrasoft tee. Mona had said, Lucas Beattie? Huge loser, Han. Always has been.

So there you had it. No more Lucas. She would tell no one about the kiss, ever.

Hanna reached the front door, noticing the way Monas white-blond hair glowed through the frosted panels. She nearly fell over when she opened the door and saw Spencer standing there behind Mona. And Emily and Aria were walking up the front path. Hanna wondered if shed accidentally told all of them to visit at the same time.

Well, this is a surprise, Hanna said nervously.

But it was Spencer who pushed around Mona and walked into Hannas house first. We need to talk to you, she said. Mona, Emily, and Aria followed, and the girls assembled on Hannas toffee-colored leather couches, sitting in the exact same seats they used to sit in when they used to be friends: Spencer in the big leather chair in the corner, and Emily and Aria on the couch. Mona had taken Alis seat, on the chaise by the window. When Hanna squinted, she could almost mistake Mona for Ali. Hanna snuck a look at Mona to see if she was pissed, but Mona looked sort of...okay.

Hanna sat down on the leather chairs ottoman. Um, we need to talk about what? she asked Spencer. Aria and Emily looked a little confused too.

We got another note from A after we left your hospital room, Spencer blurted.

Spencer, Hanna hissed. Emily and Aria gaped at her too. Since when did they talk about A around other people?

Its okay, Spencer said. Mona knows. Shes been getting notes from A too. Hanna suddenly felt faint. She looked at Mona for confirmation, and Monas mouth was taut and

serious. No, Hanna whispered. You? Aria gasped. How many? Emily stammered.

Two, Mona admitted, staring at the outline of her knobby knees through her burnt orange C&C California jersey dress. I got them this week. When I told Spencer about it yesterday, I never would have imagined that you guys were getting them too.

But that doesnt make sense, Aria whispered, looking around at the others. I thought A was only

sending messages to Alis old friends.

Maybe everything we thought was wrong, Spencer said.

Hannas stomach spun. Did Spencer tell you about the SUV that hit me?

That it was A. And that you knew who A was. Monas face was pale.

Spencer crossed her legs. Anyway, we got a new note. A obviously doesnt want you to remember, Hanna. If we keep pushing you on it, As going to hurt us next.

Emily let out a small whimper.

This is really scary, Mona whispered. She hadnt stopped jiggling her foot, something she did only when she was very tense. We should go to the police.

Maybe we should, Emily agreed. They could help us. This is serious. No! Aria nearly shrieked. A will know. Its like...A can see us, at all times. Emily clamped her mouth shut, staring down at her hands.

Mona swallowed hard. I guess I know what you mean, Aria. Ever since Ive gotten the notes, Ive felt like someone has been watching me. She looked around at them, her eyes wide and scared. Who knows? A could be watching us right now.

Hanna shivered. Aria looked around frantically, canvassing Hannas stuffy living room. Emily peeked behind Hannas baby grand piano, as if A might be crouching in the corner. Then Monas Sidekick buzzed, and everyone let out startled little yelps. When Mona pulled it out, her face paled. Oh my God. Its another one.

Everyone gathered around Monas phone. Her newest message was a belated birthday e-card. Below the images of happy balloons and a frosted white cake that Mona would never eat in real life, the message read,

Happy belated b-day, Mona! So when are you going to tell Hanna what you did? I say wait until AFTER she finally gives you your birthday present. You might lose the friendship, but at least youll get to keep the gift!A

Hannas blood turned to ice. What you did? Whats A talking about? Monas face went white. Hanna...okay. We did get into a fight the night of my party. But it was just a

little one. Honestly. We should just forget about it.

Hannas heart thrummed as loud as a car engine. Her mouth instantly went dry.

I didnt want to bring up the fight after your accident because I didnt think it mattered, Mona went on, her voice high-pitched and desperate. I didnt want to upset you. And I felt terrible about us fighting last week, Hanna, especially when I thought Id lost you forever. I just wanted to forget about it. I wanted to make it up to you by throwing you this amazing party, and

A few aching seconds passed. The heat switched on, making them all jump. Spencer cleared her throat. You guys shouldnt fight, she said gently. As just trying to distract you from figuring out whos sending these awful notes in the first place.

Mona shot Spencer a grateful look. Hanna lowered her shoulders, feeling all eyes on her. The last thing she wanted to do was talk about this with the others around. She wasnt sure she wanted to talk about it at all. Spencers right. This is what A does.

The girls fell into silence, staring at the square-shaped, paper Noguchi lamp that sat on the coffee table. Spencer grabbed Monas hand and squeezed. Emily grabbed Hannas.

What else have your notes been about? Aria asked Mona quietly. Mona ducked her head. Just some stuff from the past.

Hanna bristled, focusing on the bluebird-shaped hair clip in Arias hair. She had a feeling she knew just what A was taunting Mona aboutthe time before Hanna and Mona were friends, when Mona was dorky and uncool. What secret had A focused on most? When Mona had tagged along behind Ali, wanting to be just like her? When Mona was the butt of everyones jokes? She and Mona never discussed the past, but sometimes Hanna felt like the painful memories loomed close behind, bubbling just below the surface of their friendship like an underground geyser.

You dont have to tell us if you dont want to, Hanna said quickly. A lot of our A notes have been about the past, too. Theres lots of stuff we all want to forget.

She met her best friends eyes, hoping Mona understood. Mona squeezed Hannas hand. Hanna noticed that Mona was wearing the silver-and-turquoise ring Hanna had made for her in Jewelry II, even though it looked more like one of the clunky Rosewood Day class rings that only nerds wore than a pretty bauble from Tiffany. A small spot in Hannas pounding heart warmed. A was right about one thing: Best friends shared everything. And now she and Mona could too.

The doorbell rang, three short Asian-inspired bongs. The girls shot up. Whos that? Aria whispered fearfully.

Mona stood, shaking out her long blond hair. She broke into a big smile and pranced toward Hannas front door. Something to make us forget about our problems.

What, like pizza? Emily asked.

No, ten male models from the Philly branch of the Wilhelmina modeling agency, of course, Mona said simply.

As if it were preposterous to think it could be anyone else.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

21

HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE EMILY?

Thursday night, after leaving Hannas, Emily skirted her way around all of the shopping bagladen, expensive perfumewearing King James Mall consumers. She was meeting her parents at All That Jazz!, the Broadway musicalthemed restaurant next to Nordstrom. It had been Emilys favorite restaurant when she was younger, and Emily guessed that her parents assumed it still was. The restaurant looked the same as always, with a fake Broadway marquee facade, a giant Phantom of the Opera statue next to the hostess podium, and photos of Broadway stars all over the walls.

Emily was the first to arrive, so she slid into a seat at the long, granite-topped bar. For a while, she stared at the collectible Little Mermaid dolls in a glass case near the hostess stand. When she was younger, Emily wished she could switch places with Ariel the Mermaid PrincessAriel could have Emilys human legs, and Emily would take Ariels mermaid fins. She used to make her old friends watch the movie, up until Ali told her it was lame and babyish and she should just stop.

A familiar image on the TV screen above the bar caught her eye. There was a blond, busty reporter in the foreground, and Alis seventh-grade school picture in the corner. For the past year, Alison DiLaurentiss parents have been living in a small Pennsylvania town not far from Rosewood while their son, Jason, finishes up his degree at Yale University. Theyve all been leading quiet lives...until now. While Alisons murder investigation rolls on with no new leads, how is the rest of the family holding up?

A stately, ivy-covered building flashed on the screen over a caption that read, NEW HAVEN , CONNECTICUT . Another blond reporter chased after a group of students. Jason! she called. Do you think the police are doing enough to find your sisters killer?

Is this bringing your family closer together? someone else shouted.

A boy in a Phillies ball cap turned around. Emilys eyes widenedshed only seen Jason DiLaurentis a couple of times since Ali had gone missing. His eyes were cold and hard, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

I dont speak to my family much, Jason said. Theyre too messed up.

Emily hooked her feet under her stool. Alis family...messed up? In Emilys eyes, the DiLaurentises seemed perfect. Alis father had a good job but was able to come home on the weekends and barbecue with his kids. Mrs. DiLaurentis used to take Ali, Emily, and the others shopping and made them great oatmeal raisin cookies. Their house was spotless, and whenever Emily ate dinners at the DiLaurentises, there was always lots of laughing.

Emily thought of the memory Hanna had mentioned earlier, the one from the day before Ali went missing. After Ali had emerged on the back patio, Emily had excused herself to go to the bathroom. As she passed through the kitchen and skirted around Charlotte, Alis Himalayan cat, shed heard Jason whispering to someone on the stairs. He sounded angry.

You better stop it, Jason hissed. You know how that pisses them off. Im not hurting anything, another voice whispered back.

Emily had pressed her body against the foyer wall, befuddled. The second voice sounded a little like Alis.

Im just trying to help you, Jason went on, getting more and more agitated.

Just then, Mrs. DiLaurentis whirled in through the side door, running to the sink to wash dirt off her hands. Oh, hi, Emily, she chirped. Emily stepped away from the stairs. She heard footsteps climbing to the second floor.

Emily glanced again at the TV screen. The news anchor was now issuing an advisory to Rosewood Country Club members because the Rosewood Stalker had been spotted sneaking around the clubs grounds. Emilys throat itched. It was easy to draw parallels between the Rosewood Stalker and A...and the country club? Hannas party was going to be there. Emily had been very careful not to ask Hanna any questions ever since she received As last note, but she still wondered if they should go to the policethis had gone far enough. And what if A had not only hit Hanna but killed Ali, too, as Aria suggested the other day? But maybe Mona was right: A was close by, watching their every move. A would know if they told.

As if on cue, her cell phone trumpeted. Emily jumped, nearly teetering off her chair. She had a new text, but thankfully, it was only from Trista. Again.

Hey, Em! What are you doing this weekend? xxx, Trista

Emily wished Rita Moreno wouldnt sing America so loudly, and she wished she werent sitting so close to a picture of the cast of Catsall the felines leered at her like they wanted to use her as a scratching post. She ran her hand along her Nokias bumpy keys. It would be rude not to reply, right? She typed, Hi! Im going to a masquerade party for my friend this Friday. Should be fun!Em

Almost immediately, Trista sent back a reply. OMG! Wish I could come! Me too, Emily texted back. C ya! She wondered what Trista really planned to do this weekendgo to

another silo party? Meet another girl?

Emily? Two ice-cold hands curled around her shoulders. Emily whirled around, dropping her phone on the floor. Maya stood behind her. Emilys mother and father and her sister Carolyn and her boyfriend, Topher, stood behind Maya. Everyone grinned madly.

Surprise! Maya crowed. Your mom called me this afternoon to ask if I wanted to come to your dinner!

O-ohh, Emily stammered. Thats...great. She rescued her phone from the floor and held it between her hands, covering the screen as if Maya could see what Emily had just written. It felt like there was a hot, beaming spotlight on her. She looked at her parents, who were standing next to a big photo of the Les MisŽrables actors storming the barricades. Both of them were nervously smiling, acting the same way they had when theyd met Emilys old boyfriend, Ben.

Our tables ready, Emilys mother said. Maya took Emilys hand and followed the rest of her family. They all slid into an enormous royal purple banquette. An effeminate waiter, who Emily was pretty sure was wearing mascara, asked if they wanted any cocktails.

Its so nice to finally meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Fields, Maya said once the waiter left. She grinned across the booth at Emilys parents.

Emilys mom smiled back. Its nice to meet you too. There was nothing but warmth in her voice. Emilys father smiled too.

Maya pointed at Carolyns bracelet. That is so pretty. Did you make it? Carolyn blushed. Yeah. In Jewelry III.

Mayas burnt-umber eyes widened. I wanted to take jewelry, but I have no sense for color. Everything on that bracelet goes so well together.

Carolyn looked down at her gold-flecked dinner plate. Its not really that hard. Emily could tell she was flattered.

They eased into small talk, about school, the Rosewood Stalker, Hannas hit-and-run, and then CaliforniaCarolyn wanted to know if Maya knew any kids who went to Stanford, where shed be attending next year. Topher laughed at a story Maya told about her old neighbor in San Francisco who had had eight pet parakeets and made Maya parakeet-sit for her. Emily looked at all of them, annoyed. If Maya was so easily likable, then why hadnt they given her a chance before? What was all that talk about how Emily should stay away from Maya? Did she really have to run away for them to take her life seriously?

Oh, I forgot to mention, Emilys father said as everyone received their dinners. I reserved the house in Duck for Thanksgiving again.

Oh, wonderful. Mrs. Fields beamed. Same house? Same one. Mr. Fields stabbed at a baby carrot. Wheres Duck? Maya asked.

Emily raked her fork through her mashed potatoes. Its this little beach town in the Outer Banks of North Carolina. We rent a house there every Thanksgiving. The waters still warm enough to swim if you have a wet suit.

Perhaps Maya would like to come, Mrs. Fields said, primly wiping her mouth with a napkin. You always bring a friend, after all.

Emily gaped. She always brought a boyfriend, more like itlast year, shed brought Ben. Carolyn had brought Topher.

Maya pressed her palm to her chest. Well...yeah! That sounds great!

It felt like the restaurants faux stage-set walls were closing in around her. Emily pulled at the collar of her shirt, then stood up. Without explaining, she wound her way around a pack of waiters and waitresses dressed up as the characters from Rent. Fumbling into a bathroom stall, she leaned against the mosaic-tiled wall and shut her eyes.

The door to the bathroom opened. Emily saw Mayas square-toed Mary Janes under her stall door. Emily? Maya called softly.

Emily peeked through the crack in the metallic door. Maya had her crocheted bag slung across her chest, her lips pressed together in worry. Are you okay? Maya asked.

I just felt a little faint, Emily stammered, awkwardly flushing and then walking to the sink. She stood with her back to Maya, her body rigid and tense. If Maya touched her right now, Emily was pretty sure she would explode.

Maya reached out, then recoiled, as if sensing Emilys vibe. Isnt it so sweet your parents invited me to Duck with you? Itll be so fun!

Emily pumped a huge pile of foamy soap into her hands. When they went to Duck, Emily and Carolyn always spent at least three hours in the ocean every day bodysurfing. Afterward, they watched marathons on the Cartoon Network, refueled, and went into the water again. She knew Maya wouldnt be into that.

Emily turned around to face her. This is all kind of...weird. I mean, my parents hated me last week. And now they like me. Theyre trying to win me over, having you surprise me at dinner, and then inviting you to the Outer Banks.

Maya frowned. And thats a bad thing?

Well, yes, Emily blurted out. Or, no. Of course not. This was coming out all wrong. She cleared her throat and met Mayas eyes in the mirror. Maya, if you could be any kind of candy, what kind would you be?

Maya touched the edge of a gilded tissue box that sat in the middle of the bathrooms vanity counter. Huh?

Like...would you be Mike and Ike? Laffy Taffy? A Snickers bar? What? Maya stared at her. Are you drunk?

Emily studied Maya in the mirror. Maya had glowing, honey-colored skin. Her boysenberry-flavored lip gloss gleamed. Emily had fallen for Maya as soon as shed laid eyes on her, and her parents were making a huge effort to accept Maya. What was her problem, then? Why, whenever Emily tried to think about kissing Maya, did she imagine kissing Trista instead?

Maya leaned back against the counter. Emily, I think I know whats going on. Emily looked away quickly, trying not to blush. No, you dont.

Mayas eyes softened. Its about your friend Hanna, isnt it? Her accident? You were there, right? I heard that the person who hit her had been stalking her.

Emilys canvas Banana Republic purse slipped out of her hands and fell to the tiled floor with a clunk. Where did you hear that? she whispered.

Maya stepped back, startled. I...I dont know. I cant remember. She squinted, confused. You can talk to me, Em. We can tell each other anything, right?

Three long measures of the Gershwin song that was twinkling out of the speakers passed. Emily thought about the note A had sent when she and her three old friends met with Officer Wilden last week: If you tell ANYONE about me, youll be sorry. No one is stalking Hanna, she whispered. It was an accident. End of story.

Maya ran her hands along the ceramic sink basin. I think Im going to go back to the table now. Ill...Ill see you out there. She backed out of the bathroom slowly. Emily listened to the main door waft shut.

The song over the speakers switched to something from Aida. Emily sat down at the vanity mirrors, clunking her purse in her lap. No one said anything, she told herself. No one knows except for us. And no one is going to tell A.

Suddenly, Emily noticed a folded-up note sitting in her open purse. It said EMILY on the front, in round pink letters. Emily opened it up. It was a membership form for PFLAGParents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. Someone had filled in Emilys parents information. At the bottom was familiar spiky handwriting.

Happy coming-out day, Emyour folks must be so proud! Now that the Fields are alive with the sound of love and acceptance, it would be such a shame if something happened to their little lesbian. So you keep quiet...and theyll get to keep you!A

The bathroom door was still swinging from Mayas exit. Emily stared back at the note, her hands trembling. All at once, a familiar scent filled the air. It smelled like...

Emily frowned and sniffed again. Finally, she put As note right up to her nose. When she breathed in, her insides turned to stone. Emily would recognize this smell anywhere. It was the seductive scent of Mayas banana gum.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

22 IF THE WS WALLS COULD TALK...

Thursday evening, after a dinner at Smith & Wollensky, an upscale Manhattan steak house Spencers father frequented, Spencer followed her family down the W Hotels gray-carpeted hallway. Sleek black-and-white Annie Leibovitz photographs lined the halls, and the air smelled like a mix between vanilla and fresh towels.

Her mother was on her cell phone. No, shes sure to win, she murmured. Why dont we just book it now? She paused, as if the person on the other end was saying something very important. Good. Ill talk to you tomorrow. She clapped her phone closed.

Spencer tugged at the lapel of her dove-gray Armani Exchange suitshed worn a professional outfit to

dinner to get into award-winning essayist mode. She wondered who her mom was talking to on the phone. Perhaps she was planning something amazing for Spencer if she won the Golden Orchid. A fabulous trip? A day with a Barneys personal shopper? A meeting with the family friend who worked at the New York Times? Spencer had begged her parents to let her be a summer intern at the Times, but her mother had never allowed it.

Nervous, Spence? Melissa and Ian appeared behind her, pulling matching plaid suitcases. Unfortunately, Spencers parents insisted that Melissa come along to Spencers interview for moral support, and Melissa had brought Ian. Melissa held up a little bottle labeled MARTINI TO GO ! Do you want one of these? I could get one for you, if you need something to calm you down.

Im fine, Spencer snapped. Her sisters presence made Spencer feel like roaches were crawling under her Malizia bra. Whenever Spencer shut her eyes, she saw Melissa fidgeting as Wilden asked her and Ian where theyd been the night of Alis disappearance and heard Melissas voice saying, It takes a very unique person to kill. And thats not you.

Melissa paused, shaking the mini martini bottle. Yeah, its probably best you dont drink. You might forget the gist of your Golden Orchid essay.

Thats very true, Mrs. Hastings murmured. Spencer bristled and turned away.

Ian and Melissas room was right next to Spencers, and they slipped inside, giggling. As her mother reached for Spencers room key, a pretty girl about Spencers age swept past. Her head was down, and she was studying a cream-colored card that looked suspiciously similar to the Golden Orchid breakfast invite Spencer had tucked into her tweed Kate Spade bag.

The girl noticed Spencer staring and broke into a glimmering smile. Hi! she called brightly. She had the look of a CNN newscaster: poised, perky, congenial. Spencers mouth fell open and her tongue lolled clumsily in her mouth. Before she could respond, the girl shrugged and looked away.

The single glass of wine Spencers parents had allowed her to drink at dinner gurgled in her stomach. She turned to her mom.

There are a lot of really smart applicants up for the Golden Orchid, Spencer whispered, after the girl rounded the corner. Im not a shoo-in or anything.

Nonsense. Mrs. Hastingss voice was clipped. You are going to win. She handed her a room key. This ones yours. We got you a suite. With that, she patted Spencers arm and continued down the hall to her own room.

Spencer bit her lip, unlocked the door to her suite, and snapped on the light. The room smelled like cinnamon and new carpet, and her king-size bed was loaded with a dozen pillows. She squared her shoulders and wheeled her bag to the dark mahogany wardrobe. Immediately, she hung up her black Armani interview suit and placed her lucky pink Wolford bra and panty set in the top drawer of the adjacent bureau. After changing into her pajamas, she went around the suite and made sure all of the chunky picture frames were straight and the enormous cerulean bed pillows were fluffed symmetrically. In the bathroom, she fixed the towels so they hung evenly on the racks. She positioned the Bliss body wash, the shampoo, and the conditioner in a diamond pattern around the sink. When she returned to her bedroom, she stared blankly at a copy of Time Out New York magazine. On the cover was a confident-looking Donald Trump standing in front of Trump Tower.

Spencer did yoga fire breaths, but she still didnt feel any better. Finally, she pulled out her five economics books and a marked-up copy of Melissas paper and spread everything on her bed. You are going to win, her mothers voice rang in her ear.

After a mind-numbing hour of rehearsing parts of Melissas paper in front of the mirror, Spencer heard a knock at the little adjoining door that led to the next suite. She sat up, confused. That door led to Melissas room.

Another knock. Spencer slid out of bed and crept toward the door. She glanced at her cell phone, but it was impassive and blank. Hello? Spencer called softly.

Spencer? Ian called hoarsely. Hey. I think our rooms connect. Can I come in?

Um, Spencer stammered. The adjoining door made a few clanking noises, then opened. Ian had changed out of his dress shirt and khakis into a T-shirt and Ksubi jeans. Spencer curled up her fingers, afraid and excited.

Ian looked around Spencers suite. Your room is huge compared to ours.

Spencer clasped her hands behind her back, trying not to beam. This was probably the first time ever shed gotten a better room than Melissa. Ian gazed at the books splayed out on Spencers bed, then shoved them aside and sat down. Studying, huh?

Sort of. Spencer stayed glued to the table, afraid to move.

Too bad. I thought we could take a walk or something. Melissas sleeping, after just one of those to-go cocktails. Shes such a lightweight. Ian winked.

Outside, a series of cabs honked their horns, and a neon light blinked on and off. The look on Ians face was the same one Spencer remembered from years ago, when hed stood in her driveway, about to kiss her. Spencer poured a glass of ice water from the pitcher on the table and took a long gulp, an idea forming in her mind. She actually had questions for Ian...about Melissa, about Ali, about the missing pieces of her memory, and about the dangerous, almost taboo suspicion that had been growing in her mind since Sunday.

Spencer set down her glass, her heart thumping hard. She tugged at her oversize University of Pennsylvania T-shirt so that it fell off one of her shoulders. So, I know a secret about you, she murmured.

About me? Ian thumbed his chest. What is it?

Spencer pushed some of her books aside and sat next to Ian. When she inhaled his Kiehls Pineapple Papaya facial scrub smellSpencer knew the whole Kiehls skincare line by heart, she loved it so muchher head felt faint. I know that you and a certain little blond girl used to be more than just friends.

Ian smiled lazily. And would that little blond girl be...you? No... Spencer pursed her lips. Ali. Ians mouth twitched. Ali and I hooked up once or twice, thats it. He poked Spencers bare knee.

Tingles shot up Spencers back. I liked kissing you more.

Spencer leaned back, perplexed. In their last fight, Ali had told Spencer that she and Ian were together, and that Ian only kissed Spencer because Ali made him. Why, then, did Ian always seem so flirty with Spencer? Did my sister know you hooked up with Ali?

Ian scoffed. Of course not. You know how jealous she gets.

Spencer stared out over Lexington Avenue, counting ten yellow taxis in a row. So were you and Melissa really together the whole night Ali went missing?

Ian leaned back on his elbows, letting out an exaggerated sigh. You Hastings girls are something. Melissas been talking about that night too. I think shes nervous that cop is going to find out that we were drinking, since we were underage. But so what? It was over four years ago. No ones going to bust us for it now.

Shes been...nervous? Spencer whispered, her eyes widening.

Ian lowered his eyes seductively. Why dont you forget about all that Rosewood stuff for a little while? He brushed Spencers hair off her forehead. Lets just make out instead.

Desire teemed through her. Ians face came closer and closer, blocking out Spencers view of the buildings across the street. His hand kneaded her knee. We shouldnt do this, she whispered. Its not right.

Sure it is, Ian whispered back. And then, there was another knock on her adjoining door. Spencer? Melissas voice was thick. Are you there? Spencer sprang out of bed, knocking her books and notes to the floor. Y-yeah. Do you know where Ian went? her sister called.

When she heard Melissa turning the adjoining doors knob, Spencer frantically gestured Ian toward the front door. He leaped off the bed, straightened his clothes, and slipped out of the room, just as Melissa pushed the door open.

Her sister had shoved her black silk sleeping mask onto her forehead and wore striped Kate Spade pajama pants and bottoms. She raised her nose slightly to the air, almost as if she was sniffing for Kiehls Pineapple Papaya. Why is your room so much bigger than mine? Melissa finally said.

They both heard the mechanical sound of Ians key card sliding into his door. Melissa turned around, her hair swinging. Oh, there you are. Whered you go?

To the vending machines. Ians voice was buttery and smooth. Melissa shut the adjoining door without even saying good-bye.

Spencer flopped back on the bed. So close, she groaned loudly, although, she hoped, not loud enough for Melissa and Ian to hear.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

23 BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

When Hanna opened her eyes, she was behind the wheel of her Toyota Prius. But hadnt the doctors told her she shouldnt drive with a broken arm? Shouldnt she be in bed, with her miniature Doberman, Dot, by her side?

Hanna. A blurry figure sat next to her in the passenger seat. Hanna could only tell that it was a girl with blond hairher vision was way too blurry to see anything else. Hey, Hanna, the voice said again. It sounded like...

Ali? Hanna croaked.

Thats right. Ali leaned close to Hannas face. The tips of her hair grazed Hannas cheek. Im A, she whispered.

What? Hanna cried, her eyes wide. Ali sat up straight. I said, Im okay. Then she opened the door and fled into the night.

Hannas vision snapped into focus. She was sitting in the parking lot of the Hollis Planetarium. A big poster that said THE BIG BANG flapped in the wind.

Hanna shot up, panting. She was in her cavernous bedroom, snuggled under her cashmere blanket. Dot was curled up in a ball on his little Gucci dog bed. To her right was her closet, with its racks and racks of beautiful, expensive clothes. She took deep breaths, trying to get her bearings. Jesus, she said out loud.

The doorbell rang. Hanna groaned and sat up, feeling like her head was stuffed with straw. What had she just dreamed about? Ali? The Big Bang? A?

The doorbell rang again. Dot was now out of his dog bed, jiggling up and down at Hannas closed door. It was Friday morning, and when Hanna checked her bedside clock, she realized it was after ten. Her mom was long gone, if shed even come home last night at all. Hanna had fallen asleep on the couch, and Mona had helped her upstairs to bed.

Coming, Hanna said, pulling on her navy blue silk robe, sweeping her hair into a quick ponytail, and checking her face in the mirror. She winced. The stitches on her chin were still jagged and black. They reminded her of the crisscrossed laces on a football.

When she peeped through the panels of her front door, she saw Lucas standing on the porch. Hannas heart immediately sped up. She checked her reflection in the hallway mirror and pushed back a few strands of hair. Feeling like a circus fat lady in her billowing silk robe, she considered running back upstairs and putting on real clothes.

Then she stopped herself, letting out a haughty laugh. What was she doing? She couldnt like Lucas. He was...Lucas.

Hanna wriggled her shoulders, let out a breath, and flung open the door. Hi, she said, trying to act bored.

Hi, Lucas said back.

They stared at each other for what seemed like ages. Hanna was certain Lucas could hear her heart beating. She wanted to muzzle it. Dot danced around their legs, but Hanna was too transfixed to reach down and shoo him away.

Is this a bad time? Lucas asked cautiously. Um, no, Hanna said quickly. Come in.

When she backed up, she nearly tripped over a carved Buddha doorstop that had been in her hallway for at least ten years. She wheeled her arms around, trying to keep herself from falling. Suddenly, she felt Lucass strong arms wrap around her waist. When he pulled Hanna upright again, they stared at each other. The corner of Lucass mouth curled into a smile. He leaned to her, and his mouth was on hers. Hanna melted into him. They danced over to the couch and fell down onto the cushions, Lucas carefully maneuvering around her sling. After minutes of nothing but smacking and slurping noises, Hanna rolled over, catching her breath. She let out a whimper and covered her face in her hands.

Im sorry. Lucas sat back up. Should I not have done that?

Hanna shook her head. She certainly couldnt tell him that for the past two days, shed been fantasizing that this would happen again. Or that she had an eerie feeling that shed kissed Lucas before their kiss on Wednesdayonly, how was that possible?

She pulled her hands away from her face. I thought you said you were in the ESP club at school, she said quietly, remembering something Lucas had told her on their balloon ride. Shouldnt you telepathically know if you shouldve done that or not?

Lucas smirked and poked her bare knee. Well, then, I would guess that you did want me to. And that you want me to do it again.

Hanna licked her lips, feeling as though the thousands of wild butterflies shed seen at the Museum of Natural History a few years ago were fluttering around in her stomach. When Lucas reached out and lightly touched the inside of her elbow, where all the IVs had been, Hanna thought she was going to dissolve into goo. She ducked her head and let out a groan. Lucas...I just dont know.

He sat back. What dont you know?

I just...I mean...Mona... She waved her hands futilely. This wasnt coming out right at all, not that she had any idea what she was trying to say.

Lucas raised an eyebrow. What about Mona?

Hanna picked up the stuffed dog her father had given her in the hospital. It was supposed to be Cornelius Maximillian, a character theyd made up when Hanna was younger. We just became friends again, she said in a small eggshell of a voice, hoping that Lucas knew what that meant without her having to explain.

Lucas leaned back. Hanna...I think you should watch out for Mona.

Hanna dropped Cornelius Maximillian to her lap. What do you mean?

I just mean...I dont think she wants the best for you.

Hannas mouth fell open. Monas been by my side at the hospital this whole time! And you know, if this has something to do with the fight at her party, she told me about it. Im over it. Its fine.

Lucas studied Hanna carefully. Its fine? Yes, Hanna snapped. So...youre okay with what she did to you? Lucas sounded shocked.

Hanna looked away. Yesterday, after theyd finished talking about A and interviewed the male models and the other girls had left, Hanna found a bottle of Stoli Vanil in the same cabinet where her mother hid her wedding china. She and Mona had flopped down in the den, turned on A Walk to Remember, and played their Mandy Moore drinking game. Whenever Mandy looked fat, they drank. Whenever Mandy pouted, they drank. Whenever Mandy sounded robotic, they drank. They didnt talk about the note A had sent Monathe one about their fight. Hanna was certain theyd just bickered about something stupid, like party pictures or whether Justin Timberlake was an idiot. Mona always said he was, and Hanna always said he wasnt.

Lucas blinked furiously. She didnt tell you, did she? Hanna breathed forcefully out of her nose. It doesnt matter, okay? Okay, Lucas said, holding up his hands in surrender.

Okay, Hanna stated again, squaring her shoulders. But when she closed her eyes, she saw herself in her Prius again. The Hollis Planetarium flag flapped behind her. Her eyes stung from crying. Somethingmaybe her BlackBerrybeeped at the bottom of her bag. Hanna tried to grab hold of the memory, but it was useless.

She could feel warmth radiating off Lucass body, he was sitting so close. He didnt smell like cologne or fancy deodorant or other weird things boys sprayed on themselves, but just kind of like skin and toothpaste. If only they lived in a world where Hanna could have both thingsLucas and Mona. But she knew that if she wanted to stay who she was, that wasnt possible.

Hanna reached out and grabbed Lucass hand. A sob welled up in her throat, for reasons she couldnt explain or even understand completely. As she moved forward to kiss him, she tried yet again to access her memory of what was surely the night of her accident. But, as usual, there was nothing there.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

24 SPENCER GETS THE GUILLOTINE

Friday morning, Spencer stepped into Daniel on Sixty-fifth Street between Madison and Park, a quiet, well-maintained block somewhere between Midtown Manhattan and the Upper East Side. It looked like

shed stepped onto the set of Marie Antoinette. The restaurants walls were made of carved marble, which reminded Spencer of creamy white chocolate. Luxurious dark red curtains billowed, and small, elegantly sculpted topiaries lined the entrance to the main dining room. Spencer decided that when she earned her millions, she would design her house to look exactly like this.

Her entire family was right behind her, Melissa and Ian included. Do you have all your notes? her mother murmured, fiddling with one of the buttons on her pink houndstooth Chanel suitshe was dressed as if she were going to be interviewed. Spencer nodded. Not only did she have them, shed alphabetized them.

Spencer tried to quell the churning feelings in her stomach, although the smell of scrambled eggs and truffle oil wafting in from the dining room wasnt helping. There was a sign that said GOLDEN ORCHID INTERVIEW CHECK-IN over the hostess station. Spencer Hastings, she said to a shiny-haired Parker Posey look-alike who was taking names.

The girl found Spencer on the list, smiled, and handed her a laminated name tag. Youre at table six, she said, gesturing toward the dining room entrance. Spencer saw bustling waiters, giant flower arrangements, and a few adults milling about, chatting and drinking coffee. Well call you when were ready, the check-in girl assured her.

Melissa and Ian examined a marble statuette near the bar. Spencers father had migrated out to the street and was talking to someone on his cell phone. Her mom was on her cell phone, too, half-concealed behind one of Daniels bloodred curtains. Spencer heard her say, So were booked? Well, fantastic. Shell love it.

Ill love what? Spencer wanted to ask. But she wondered if her mom wanted to keep it a surprise until after Spencer won.

Melissa slipped off to the bathroom, and Ian plopped down on the chaise beside Spencer. Excited? He grinned. You should be. This is huge.

Spencer wished that just once, Ian would smell like rotting vegetables or dog breathit would make it much easier to be near him. You didnt tell Melissa you were in my room last night, did you? she whispered.

Ians face became businesslike. Of course not. And she didnt seem suspicious or anything?

Ian put on aviator sunglasses, concealing his eyes. Melissa isnt that scary, you know. Shes not going to bite you.

Spencer clamped her mouth shut. These days, it seemed that Melissa wasnt just going to bite hershe was going to give Spencer rabies. Just dont say anything, she growled.

Spencer Hastings? the girl at the desk called. Theyre ready for you.

When Spencer stood up, her parents gathered around her like bees swarming a hive. Dont forget about the time you played Eliza Doolittle in My Fair Lady with the raging stomach flu, Mrs. Hastings whispered.

Dont forget to mention that I know Donald Trump, her father added. Spencer frowned. You do? Her father nodded. We sat next to each other at Cipriani once and exchanged business cards. Spencer breathed yoga fire breaths as covertly as she could.

Table six was a small, intimate nook at the back of the restaurant. Three adults had already gathered there, sipping coffee and picking at croissants. When they saw Spencer, they all stood. Welcome, a balding, baby-faced man said. Jeffrey Love. Golden Orchid 87. I have a seat on the New York Stock Exchange.

Amanda Reed. A tall, wispy woman shook Spencers hand. Golden Orchid 1984. Im editor in chief at Barrons.

Quentin Hughes. A black man in a beautiful Turnbull & Asser button-down nodded at her. Nineteen-ninety. Im a managing director at Goldman Sachs.

Spencer Hastings. Spencer tried to sit down as daintily as possible.

Youre the one who wrote the Invisible Hand essay. Amanda Reed beamed, settling back down in her chair.

We were all very impressed with it, Quentin Hughes murmured.

Spencer folded and unfolded her white cloth napkin. Naturally, everyone at this table worked in finance. If only they couldve thrown her an art historian, or a biologist, or a documentary filmmaker, someone she could talk to about something else. She tried to picture her interviewers in their underwear. She tried to picture her labradoodles, Rufus and Beatrice, humping their legs. Then she imagined telling them the truth about all this: that she didnt understand economics, that she really hated it, and that shed stolen her sisters paper for fear of messing up her 4.0 average.

At first, the interviewers asked Spencer basic questionsabout where she went to school, what she liked to do, and what her volunteering and leadership experiences were. Spencer breezed through the questions, the interviewers smiling, nodding, and jotting notes down in their little leather Golden Orchid notebooks. She told them about her part in The Tempest, how she was the yearbook editor, and how shed organized an ecology trip to Costa Rica her sophomore year. After a few minutes, she sat back and thought, This is okay. This is really okay.

And then her cell phone beeped.

The interviewers looked up, their stride broken. You were supposed to turn off your phone before you came in here, Amanda said sternly.

Im sorry, I thought I did. Spencer fumbled in her bag, reaching to turn the phone to silent. Then, the preview screen caught her eye. She had received an IM from someone called AAAAAA.

AAAAAA: Helpful hint to the not-so-wise: Youre not fooling anyone. The judges can see youre faker than a knockoff Vuitton.

P.S. She did it, you know. And she wont think twice about doing it to you. Spencer quickly shut off her phone, biting hard on her lip. She did it, you know. Was A suggesting what

Spencer thought A was suggesting?

When she looked again at her interviewers, they seemed like completely different peoplehunched and serious, ready to get down to the real questions. Spencer started folding the napkin again. They dont know Im fake, she told herself.

Quentin folded his hands next to his plate. Have you always been interested in economics, Miss Hastings?

Um, of course. Spencers voice came out scratchy and dry. Ive always found...um...economics, money, all that, very fascinating.

And whom do you consider to be your philosophical mentors? Amanda asked.

Spencers brain felt hollowed out. Philosophical mentors? What the hell did that mean? Only one person came to mind. Donald Trump?

The interviewers sat stunned for a moment. Then Quentin began to laugh. Then Jeffrey, then Amanda. They were all smiling, so Spencer smiled, too. Until Jeffrey said, Youre kidding, right?

Spencer blinked. Of course Im kidding. The interviewers laughed again. Spencer wanted so badly to rearrange the croissants in the middle of the table into a neater pyramid. She shut her eyes, trying to focus, but all she saw was the image of a plane falling from the sky, its nose and tail in flames. But as far as inspirations...well, I have so many. Its hard to name just one, she sputtered.

The interviewers didnt look particularly impressed. After college, whats your ideal first job? Jeffrey asked.

Spencer spoke before thinking. Working as a reporter at the New York Times. The interviewers looked confused. A reporter in the economics section, right? Amanda qualified. Spencer blinked. I dont know. Maybe?

She hadnt felt this awkward and nervous since...well, ever. Her interview notes remained in a neatly stacked pile in her hands. Her mind felt like a chalkboard erased clean. A peal of laughter floated over from table ten. Spencer looked over and saw the brunette girl from the W smiling easily, her interviewers happily smiling back. Beyond her was a wall of windows; outside, on the street, Spencer saw a girl looking in. It was...Melissa. She was just standing there, staring blankly at her.

And she wont think twice about doing it to you.

So. Amanda added more milk to her coffee. What would you say is the most significant thing thats happened to you during your high school career?

Well... Spencers eyes flicked back to the window, but Melissa was gone. She took a nervous breath and tried to get a grip. Quentins Rolex gleamed in the light of the chandelier. Someone had put on too much musky cologne. A French-looking waitress poured another round of coffee at table three. Spencer

knew what the right answer was: competing in the econ math bowl in ninth grade. Summer interning on the options trading desk at the Philly branch of J. P. Morgan. Only, those werent her accomplishments, they were Melissas, this awards rightful winner. The words swelled on the tip of her tongue, but suddenly, something unexpected spilled out of her mouth instead.

My best friend went missing in seventh grade, Spencer blurted out. Alison DiLaurentis? You may have heard about it. For years, I had to live with the question of what happened to her, where shed gone. This September, they found her body. Shed been murdered. I think my greatest achievement is that Ive held it together. I dont know how any of us have done it, how weve gone to school and lived our lives and just kept going. She and I may have hated each other sometimes, but she meant everything to me.

Spencer shut her eyes, returning to the night Ali went missing, to when she had shoved Ali hard, and Ali slid backward. A horrible crack rang through the air. And suddenly, her memory opened an inch or two wider. She saw something else...something new. Just after she shoved Ali, she heard a small, almost girlish gasp. The gasp sounded close, as if whoever it was had been standing right behind her, breathing on her neck.

She did it, you know.

Spencers eyes sprang open. Her judges seemed to be on pause. Quentin held a croissant an inch from his face. Amandas head was cocked at an awkward angle. Jeffrey kept his napkin at his lips. Spencer wondered, suddenly, if shed just voiced her newly recalled memory out loud.

Well, Jeffrey said finally. Thank you, Spencer. Amanda stood, tossing her napkin on her plate. This has been very interesting. Spencer was pretty sure

that was shorthand for You have no chance of winning.

The other interviewers snaked away, as did most of the rest of the candidates. Quentin was the only one who remained sitting. He studied her carefully, a proud smile on his face. Youre a breath of fresh air, giving us an honest answer like that, he said in a low, confidential voice. Ive followed your friends story for a while now. Its just awful. Do the police have any suspects?

The air-conditioning vent far above Spencers head showered cold air on her full force, and the image of Melissa beheading a Barbie doll popped into her mind. They dont, she whispered.

But I might.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

25 WHEN IT RAINS, IT POURS

After school on Friday, Emily wrung out her still-wet-from-swim-practice hair and walked into the yearbook room, which was plastered with snapshots of Rosewood Days finest. There was Spencer from last years graduation-pin ceremony, accepting the Math Student of the Year award. And there was Hanna, emceeing last years Rosewood Day charity fashion show, when she really shouldve been a model herself.

Two hands clapped over Emilys eyes. Hey there, Maya whispered in her ear. How was swimming?

She said it teasingly, sort of like a nursery rhyme. Fine. Emily felt Mayas lips brush against hers, but she couldnt quite kiss back.

Scott Chin, a closeted-but-not-really yearbook photographer, swept into the room. Guys! Congratulations! He air-kissed both of them, then reached out to turn Emilys collar out and sweep a stray kinky hair out of Mayas face.

Perfect, he said.

Scott pointed Maya and Emily toward the white backdrop on the far wall. Were taking all the Most Likely To photos there. Personally, I would love to see the two of you against a rainbow background. Wouldnt that be awesome? But we have to be consistent.

Emily frowned. Most likely to...what? I thought we were voted best couple.

Scotts houndstooth newsboy cap slipped over one of his eyes as he bent over the camera tripod. No, you were voted most likely to be together at the five-year reunion.

Emilys mouth fell open. At the five-year reunion? Wasnt that a tad extreme?

She massaged the back of her neck, trying to calm down. But she hadnt felt calm since she found As note in the restaurant bathroom. Not knowing what else to do with it, shed stashed it in the front pocket of her bag. Shed been taking it out periodically through her classes, each time pressing it to her nose to smell the sweet scent of banana gum.

Say gouda! Scott cried, and Emily moved toward Maya and tried to smile. The flash from Scotts camera left spots in front of her eyes, and she suddenly noticed that the yearbook room smelled like burning electronics. In the next shot, Maya kissed Emily on the cheek. And in the next, Emily willed herself to kiss Maya on the lips.

Hot! Scott encouraged.

Scott peeked into his cameras preview windowpane. Youre free to go, he said. Then, he paused, looking curiously at Emily. Actually, before you do, theres something you might want to see.

He led Emily to a large drafting table and pointed to a bunch of pictures arranged in a two-page layout. Missing You Terribly, said the headline across the top of the mock-up. A familiar seventh-grade portrait stared at Emilynot only did she have a copy in the top drawer of her nightstand, but shed also seen it nearly every night on the news for months now.

The school never did a page for Alison when she went missing, Scott explained. And now that she...well...we thought we should. We might even have a commemorative event to show off all these old Ali photos. Sort of an Ali retrospective, if you will.

Emily touched the edge of one of the photos. It was of Emily, Ali, Spencer, Aria, and Hanna at a lunch table. In the photo, they all clutched Diet Cokes, their heads thrown back in hysterical laughter.

Next to it was a photo of just Ali and Emily, walking down the hall with their books clutched to their chests. Emily towered over the petite Ali, and Ali was leaning up to her, whispering something in her ear. Emily bit down on her knuckles. Even though shed found out lots of things about Ali, things that she

wished Ali had shared with her years ago, she still missed her so much that it ached.

There was someone else in the background of the photo that Emily hadnt noticed at first. She had long, dark hair and a familiar apple-cheeked face. Her eyes were round and green, and her lips were pink and bow-shaped. Jenna Cavanaugh.

Jennas head was turned toward someone beside her, but Emily could only see the edge of the other girls thin, pale arm. It was strange to see Jenna...sighted. Emily glanced at Maya, who had moved on to the next photo, obviously not seeing this ones significance. There was so much Emily hadnt told her.

Is that Ali? Maya said. She pointed to a shot of Ali and her brother, Jason, embracing on the Rosewood Day commons.

Uh, yeah. Emily couldnt control the annoyance in her voice.

Oh. Maya stood back. It just doesnt look like her, is all.

It looks like every other picture of Ali here. Emily fought the urge to roll her eyes as she glanced at the picture. Ali looked impossibly young, maybe only ten or eleven. It had been taken before theyd become friends. It was hard to believe that once upon a time, Ali had been the leader of a completely different cliqueNaomi Zeigler and Riley Wolfe had been her underlings. Theyd even teased Emily and the other girls from time to time, making fun of Emilys hair, which was tinged green from hours spent in chlorinated water.

Emily studied Jasons face. He seemed so delighted to be giving Ali a bear hug. What in the world had he meant in that news interview yesterday, when he said his family was messed up?

Whats this? Maya pointed to the photos on the next desk.

Oh, thats Brennas project. Scott stuck his tongue out, and Emily couldnt help but giggle. The bitter rivalry between Scott and Brenna Richardson, another yearbook photographer, was the stuff of reality TV. But for once, I think its a good idea. She took pictures of the insides of peoples bags to show what a typical Rosewood student carries around each day. Spencer hasnt seen it yet, though, so she might not approve.

Emily leaned over the next desk. The yearbook committee had written each bags owners name next to each photo. Inside Noel Kahns lacrosse duffel bag were a bacteria-laden towel, the lucky squirrel stuffed animal he always talked about, and Axe body spray. Ick. Naomi Zeiglers elephant-gray quilted tote held an iPod Nano, a Dolce & Gabbana glasses case, and a square object that was either a tiny camera or a jewelers loupe. Mona Vanderwaal carried around M.A.C. lip gloss, a pack of Snif tissues, and three different organizers. Part of a photo showing a slim arm with a frayed sleeve cuff poked out of the blue one. Andrew Campbells backpack contained eight textbooks, a leather day planner, and the same Nokia Emily had. The photo showed the start of a text message he had either written or received, but Emily couldnt tell what it said.

When Emily looked up, she saw Scott fiddling with his camera, but she didnt see Maya anywhere in the room. Just then, her cell phone started vibrating. She had one new text message.

Tsk tsk, Emily! Does your girlfriend know about your weakness for blondes? Ill keep your secret...if you keep mine. Kisses!A

Emilys heart hammered. Weakness for blondes? And...where had Maya gone?

Emily?

A girl stood in the yearbook doorway, wearing a gauzy pink baby-doll top, as if she were impervious to the mid-October chill. Her blond hair whipped around like she was a bikini model standing in front of a wind machine.

Trista? Emily blurted out.

Maya reemerged from the hallway, frowning, then smiling. Em! Whos this?

Emily whipped her head around at Maya. Where were you just now?

Maya cocked her head. I was...in the hall.

What were you doing? Emily demanded.

Maya shot her a look that seemed to say, What does it matter? Emily blinked hard. She felt like she was losing her mind, suspecting Maya. She looked back at Trista, who was striding across the room.

Its so good to see you! Trista crowed. She gave Emily a huge hug. I hopped a plane! Surprise!

Yeah, Emily croaked, her voice barely more than a whisper. Over Tristas shoulder, Emily could see Maya glaring at her. Surprise.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

26

DELIGHTFULLY TACKY, YET UNREFINED

After school on Friday, Aria drove down Lancaster Avenue past the strip malls, Fresh Fields, A Pea in the Pod, and Home Depot. The afternoon was overcast, making the normally colorful trees that lined the road look faded and flat.

Mike sat next to her, sullenly screwing and unscrewing his Nalgene bottle cap over and over again. Im

missing lacrosse, he grumbled. When are you going to tell me what were doing?

Were going somewhere thats going to make everything right, Aria said stiffly. And dont worry, youre going to love it.

As she paused at a stop sign, a shimmer of pleasure ran through her. As hint about Merediththat she had a dirty little Hooters secretmade perfect sense. Meredith had acted so funny when Aria saw her at Hollis the other day, saying she had to be somewhere but not telling where that somewhere was. And just two nights ago, Meredith had commented that because the rent on the Hollis house was going up and she hadnt made much on her artwork lately, she might have to get a second job to make ends meet. Hooters girls probably got great tips.

Hooters. Aria clamped her mouth shut to keep from laughing. She couldnt wait to reveal this to Byron. Every time theyd driven by the place in years past, Byron had said that only puerile philistines went to Hooters, men who were more closely related to monkeys than humans. Last night, Aria had given Meredith a chance to admit her sins to Byron on her own, sidling up to her and saying, I know what youre hiding. And you know what? Im going to tell Byron if you dont.

Meredith had stepped back, dropping the dish towel from her hands. So she did feel guilty about something! Still, Meredith clearly hadnt said a word about it to Byron. Just this morning theyd peacefully crunched on bowls of Kashi GoLean at the table, getting along as happily as before. So Aria had decided to take matters into her own hands.

Even though it was midafternoon, the Hooters parking lot was nearly full. Aria noticed four cop cars lined upthe place was a notorious cop hangout, as it was right next to the police station. The Hooters owl on the sign grinned at them, and Aria could just make out girls in skintight shirts and orange mini shorts through the restaurants tinted windows. But when she looked over to Mike, he wasnt frothing at the mouth or getting a hard-on or whatever normal boys did when they pulled up to this place. Instead, he looked annoyed. What the hell are we doing here? he sputtered.

Meredith works here, Aria explained. I wanted you to be here with me so we could confront her together.

Mikes mouth dropped open so wide, Aria could see the bright green gum lodged behind his molars. You mean...Dads...?

Thats right. Aria reached into her yak-fur bag for her Treoshe wanted to take pictures of Meredith, for evidencebut it wasnt in its usual place. Arias stomach churned. Had she lost it? Shed dropped her phone on a table after shed gotten As note in art class, fleeing the room and peeling off her mask in Holliss lobby bathroom. Had she forgotten to pick it up? She made a mental note to stop by class later to look for it.

When Aria and Mike swept through the double doors, they were greeted by a blaring Rolling Stones song. Aria was overcome by the stench of hot wings. A blond, super-tan girl stood at the hostess station. Hi! she said happily. Welcome to Hooters!

Aria gave their name and the girl turned around to check on available tables, shaking her ass as she walked away. Aria nudged Mike. Did you see the boobs on her? Ginormous!

She couldnt believe the things that were spilling out of her mouth. Mike, however, didnt even crack a smile. He was acting like Aria had dragged him to a poetry reading instead of hooter heaven. The hostess

returned and led them to their booth. When she bent to place their silverware on the table, Aria could see right down the girls T-shirt to her bright fuchsia bra. Mikes eyes remained fixed on the orange carpet, as if this sort of thing was against his religion.

After the hostess left, Aria looked around. She noticed a group of cops across the room, shoveling in enormous plates of ribs and french fries, staring alternately at a football game on TV and the waitresses that passed by their table. Among them was Officer Wilden. Aria slid down in her seat. It wasnt as if she couldnt be hereHooters always stressed that it was a family placebut she didnt really feel like seeing Wilden right now, either.

Mike stared sourly at the menu as six more waitresses passed by, each one more jiggly than the last. Aria wondered if somehow, instantly, Mike had turned gay. She turned awayif he was going to be like that, fine. Shed search for Meredith herself.

All the girls were dressed alike, their shirts and shorts eight sizes too small and their sneakers the kind the cheerleading squad wore on game day. They all sort of had the same face, too, which would make it easy to pick out Meredith among them. Only, she didnt see a single dark-haired girl here, much less one with a spiderweb tattoo. By the time the waitress set down their enormous plate of fries, Aria finally got up the courage to ask. Do you know if someone named Meredith Gates works here?

The waitress blinked. I dont recognize that name. Although sometimes the girls here go by different names. You know, stuff thats more... She paused, searching for an adjective.

Hooters-y? Aria suggested jokily.

Yes! The girl smiled. When she sashayed away again, Aria snorted and poked Mike with a fry. What do you think Meredith goes by here. Randi? Fifi? Oh! What about Caitlin? Thats really perky, right?

Would you stop? Mike exploded. I dont want to hear anything about...about her, okay?

Aria blinked, sitting back.

Mikes face flushed. You think this is the big thing thats going to make things right? Shoving the fact that Dad is with someone else in my face yet again? He stuffed a bunch of fries in his mouth and looked away. It doesnt matter. Im over it.

I wanted to make everything up to you, Aria squeaked. I wanted to make this all better.

Mike let out a guffaw. Theres nothing you can do, Aria. Youve ruined my life.

I didnt ruin anything! Aria gasped.

Mikes ice-blue eyes narrowed. He threw his napkin on the table, stood up, and shoved his arm into his anorak sleeve. I have to get to lacrosse.

Wait! Aria grabbed his belt loop. Suddenly, she felt like she was going to cry. Dont go, Aria wailed. Mike, please. My life is ruined too. And not just because of Dad and Meredith. Because of...of something else.

Mike glanced at her over his shoulder. What are you talking about?

Sit back down, Aria said desperately. A long second passed. Mike grunted, then sat. Aria stared at their plate of fries, working up the courage to speak. She overheard two men discussing the Eagles defensive tactics. A used-car-dealership commercial on the flat-screen TV above the bar featured a man in a chicken suit babbling about deals that were more cluck for your buck.

Ive been getting these threats from someone, Aria whispered. Someone who knows everything about me. The person whos been threatening me even tipped off Ella about Byron and Merediths relationship. Some of my friends have been getting messages, too, and we think the person writing them is behind Hannas hit-and-run accident. I even got a message about Meredith working here. I dont know how this person knows all of this stuff, but they just...do. She shrugged, trailing off.

Two more commercials passed before Mike spoke. You have a stalker?

Aria nodded miserably.

Mike blinked, confounded. He gestured to the booth of cops. Have you told any of them?

Aria shook her head. I cant.

Of course you can. We can tell them right now.

I have it under control, Aria said through her teeth. She pressed her fingers to her temples. Maybe I shouldnt have told you.

Mike leaned forward. Dont you remember all the freaky shit thats happened in this town? You have to tell someone.

Why do you care? Aria snapped, her body filling with anger. I thought you hated me. I thought I ruined your life.

Mikes face went slack. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. When he stood up, he seemed taller than Aria remembered. Stronger, too. Maybe it was from all of the lacrosse hed been playing, or maybe it was because he was the man of the house these days. He snatched Arias wrist and pulled her to her feet. Youre telling them.

Arias lip wobbled. But what if its not safe? Whats unsafe is not telling, Mike urged. And...and Ill keep you safe. Okay?

Arias heart felt like a brownie, straight out of the ovenall gooey and warm and a little melted. She smiled unsteadily, then glanced at the blinking neon sign above the Hooters dining room. It said, DELIGHTFULLY TACKY, YET UNREFINED . But the sign was broken; all the letters were dark except for tackys lowercase A, which flickered menacingly. When Aria shut her eyes, the A still remained, glowing like the sun.

She took a deep breath. Okay, she whispered.

Just as she moved away from Mike toward the cops, the waitress returned with their check. As the girl turned to leave, Mike got a sneaky look on his face, reached both his hands out, and squeezed the air, mimicking squeezing the girls tight, orange satinclad butt. He caught Arias eye and winked.

It looked like the real Mike Montgomery was back. Aria had missed him.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

27 BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE

Friday night, just before the limo was supposed to arrive to escort Hanna to her party, Hanna stood in her bedroom, twirling around in her brightly printed Nieves Lavi dress. She was finally a perfect size two, thanks to a diet of IV fluids and facial stitches that made it too painful to chew solid foods.

That looks great on you, a voice called. Except I think youre a tad too thin.

Hanna whirled around. In his black wool suit, dark purple tie, and purple-striped button-down, her father looked like George Clooney circa Oceans Eleven. Im so not too thin, she answered quickly, trying to hide her thrill. Kates way thinner than me.

Her fathers face clouded over, perhaps at the mention of his perfect, poised, yet incredibly evil quasi-stepdaughter. What are you doing here, anyway? Hanna demanded.

Your mom let me in. He walked into Hannas room and sat down on her bed. Hannas stomach flipped. Her dad hadnt been in her bedroom since she was twelve, right before he moved out. She said I could change here for your big party.

Youre coming? Hanna squawked. Am I allowed? her father asked.

I...I guess so. Spencers parents were coming, as well as some Rosewood Day faculty and staff. But, I mean, I thought youd want to get back to Annapolis...and Kate and Isabel. Youve been away from them for almost a week, after all. She couldnt hide the bitterness in her voice.

Hanna... her father started. Hanna turned away. She suddenly felt so angry that her dad had left her family, that he was here now, that maybe he loved Kate more than he loved hernot to mention that she had scars all over her face and that her memory about Saturday night still hadnt returned. She felt tears in her eyes, which made her even angrier.

Come here. Her father put his strong arms around her, and when she pressed her head to his chest, she could hear his heart beating.

You okay? he asked her.

A horn honked outside. Hanna pulled back her bamboo blinds and saw the limo Mona had arranged waiting in her driveway, its wipers moving furiously over the windshield to keep off the rain. Im great, she said suddenly, the whole world tipping up again. She slid her Dior mask over her face. Im Hanna Marin, and Im fabulous.

Her father handed Hanna a huge black golf umbrella. You definitely are, he said. And for the first time ever, Hanna thought she just might believe him.

What seemed like only seconds later, Hanna was perched atop a pillow-laden platform, trying to keep the balconys tassels from knocking off her Dior mask. Four gorgeous man-slaves had hoisted her up, and they were now beginning their slow parade into the party tent on the fifteenth green of the Rosewood Country Club.

Presenting...in her big return to Rosewood...the fabulous Hanna Marin! Mona screamed into a microphone. As the crowd erupted, Hanna waved her arms around excitedly. All of her guests were wearing masks, and Mona and Spencer had transformed the tent into the Salon de lEurope at Le Casino in Monte-Carlo, Monaco. It had faux-marble walls, dramatic frescoes, and roulette and card tables. Sleek, gorgeous boys roamed the room with trays of canapŽs, manned the tents two bars, and acted as croupiers at the gambling tables. Hanna had demanded that none of her partys staff be female.

The DJ switched to a new White Stripes song and everyone began to dance. A thin, pale hand caught Hannas arm, and Mona dragged her through the crowd and gave her a huge hug.

Do you love it? Mona cried from behind her expressionless mask, which looked similar to Hannas Dior masterpiece.

Naturally. Hanna bumped her hip. And I love the gambling tables. Does anyone win anything?

They win a hot night with a hot girlyou, Hanna! Spencer cried, prancing up behind them. Mona grabbed her hand, too, and the three jiggled with glee. Spencer looked like a blond Audrey Hepburn in her black satin trapeze dress and adorable round-toe flats. When Spencer put her arm around Monas shoulders, Hannas heart leaped. As much as she didnt want to give A credit for anything, As notes to Mona had made Mona accept Hannas old friends. Yesterday, in between rounds of their Mandy Moore drinking game, Mona had told Hanna, You know, Spencers really cool. I think she could be part of our posse. Hanna had waited years for Mona to say something like that.

You look great, a voice said in Hannas ear. A boy stood behind her, dressed in fitted pin-striped pants, a white long-sleeved button-down, a matching pin-striped vest, and a long-nosed bird mask. Lucass telltale white-blond hair peeked out from the masks top. When he reached out and clasped her hand, Hannas heart started racing. She held it for a second, squeezed, and let it drop before anyone could see. This party is awesome, Lucas said.

Thanks, it was nothing, Mona piped in. She nudged Hanna. Although, I dont know, Han. Do you think that hideous thing Lucas is wearing qualifies as a mask?

Hanna glanced at Mona, wishing she could see her face. She looked over Lucass shoulder, pretending shed been distracted by something that was going on over at the blackjack table.

So, Hanna, can I talk to you for a sec? Lucas asked. Alone?

Mona was now chatting with one of the waiters. Um, okay, Hanna mumbled.

Lucas led her to a secluded nook and pulled off his mask. Hanna tried to thwart the tornado of nerves rumbling inside her stomach, avoiding looking anywhere near Lucass super-pink, super-kissable lips. Can I take yours off, too? he asked.

Hanna made sure they were truly alone, and that no one else would be able to see her bare, scarred face, and then she let him lift off her mask. Lucas kissed her softly on her stitches. I missed you, he

whispered. You only saw me a couple hours ago. Hanna giggled. Lucas smiled crookedly. That seems like a long time.

They kissed for a few more minutes, snuggled together on a single couch cushion, oblivious to the cacophony of party noises. Then Hanna heard her name through the tents gauzy curtains. Hanna? Monas voice called. Han? Where are you?

Hanna freaked. I should go back out. She picked up Lucass mask by its long bird beak and shoved it at him. And you should put this back on.

Lucas shrugged. Its hot under that thing. I think Ill leave it off.

Hanna tied her own masks strings tight. Its a masquerade, Lucas. If Mona sees that youve taken yours off, shell kick you out for real.

Lucass eyes were hard. Do you always do everything Mona says?

Hanna tensed. No.

Good. You shouldnt.

Hanna flicked a tassel on one of the pillows. She looked at Lucas again. What do you want me to say, Lucas? Shes my best friend.

Has Mona told you what she did to you yet? Lucas goaded. I mean, at her party. Hanna stood up, annoyed. I told you, it doesnt matter.

He lowered his eyes. I care about you, Hanna. I dont think she does. I dont think she cares about anyone. Dont let it drop, okay? Ask her to tell you the truth. I think you deserve to know.

Hanna stared at him long and hard. Lucass eyes were shiny and his lip quivered a little. There was a purple welt on his neck from their earlier make-out session. She wanted to reach out and touch it with her thumb.

Without another word, she whipped the curtain open and stormed back onto the dance floor. Arias brother, Mike, was demonstrating his best stripper pole dance to a girl from the Quaker school. Andrew Campbell and his nerdy Knowledge Bowl friends were talking about counting cards in blackjack. Hanna smiled when she saw her father chatting with her old cheerleading coach, a woman whom she and Mona had privately called The Rock, because she bore a resemblance to the professional wrestler.

She finally found Mona sitting in another one of the pillow-laden enclaves. Eric Kahn, Noels older brother, dangled next to her, whispering in her ear. Mona noticed Hanna and sat up. Thank God you got away from Loser Lucas, she groaned. Why has he been hanging around you so much, anyway?

Hanna scratched at her stitches underneath her mask, her heart suddenly racing. All at once, she needed to ask Mona. She needed to know for sure. Lucas says I shouldnt trust you. She forced a laugh. He says theres something youre not telling me, as if there would ever be something you wouldnt tell me.

She rolled her eyes. I mean, hes totally bullshitting me. Its so lame. Mona crossed her legs and sighed. I think I know what hes talking about.

Hanna swallowed hard. The room suddenly smelled too strongly of incense and freshly cut Bermuda grass. There was a burst of applause at the blackjack table; someone had won. Mona moved closer to her, talking right in Hannas ear. I never told you this, but Lucas and I dated the summer between seventh and eighth grade. I was his first kiss. I dumped him when you and I became friends. He called me for, like, six months afterward. Im not sure hes ever gotten over it.

Hanna sat back, stunned. She felt like she was on one of those amusement park swings that abruptly changed directions halfway through the ride. You and Lucas...dated?

Mona lowered her eyes and pushed a stray lock of golden hair off her mask. Im sorry I never said anything about it before. Its just that...Lucas is a loser, Han. I didnt want you to think I was a loser too.

Hanna ran her hands through her hair, thinking about her conversation with Lucas in the hot-air balloon. She had told him everything, and his face had been so innocent and open. She thought about how intensely theyd kissed, and the little moaning noises hed made when she ran her fingers up and down his neck.

So, he was trying to be my friend and saying nasty things about you to...to get back at you for dumping him? Hanna stammered.

I think so, Mona said sadly. Hes the one you shouldnt trust, Hanna.

Hanna stood up. She remembered how Lucas had said she was so pretty, and how good that had felt. How hed read her DailyCandy blog entries while the nurses changed her IV fluids. How, after hed kissed her in the hospital bed, Hannas heart rate had stayed elevated for a full half hourshed watched it on the heart monitor. Hanna had told Lucas about her eating issues. About Kate. About her friendship with Ali. About A! Why had he never told her about Mona?

Lucas was now sitting on another couch, talking to Andrew Campbell. Hanna made a beeline right for him, and Mona followed close behind, grabbing her arm. Deal with this later. Why dont I just throw him out? You should be enjoying your big night.

Hanna waved Mona away. She poked Lucas in the back of his pin-striped vest. When Lucas turned around, he looked genuinely happy to see her, giving her a sweet, ecstatic smile.

Mona told me the truth about you, Hanna hissed, placing her hands on her hips. You guys used to date.

Lucass lip twitched. He blinked hard, opened his mouth, then shut it again. Oh. Thats what this is all about, isnt it? she demanded. Its why you want me to hate her. Of course not. Lucas looked at her, his brows furrowed. We werent serious. Right, Hanna scoffed.

Hanna doesnt like boys who lie, Mona added, appearing behind Hanna. Lucass mouth dropped open. A bloom of redness crawled from his neck to his cheeks. But I suppose

she likes girls who lie, huh? Mona crossed her arms over her chest. Im not lying about anything, Lucas. No? So then you told Hanna what really happened at your party? It doesnt matter, Hanna screeched. Of course I told her, Mona said at the same time. Lucas looked at Hanna, his face growing more and more crimson. She did something awful to you. Mona inserted herself in front of him. Hes just jealous. She humiliated you, Lucas added. I was the one who came and saved you. What? Hanna squeaked in a small voice. Hanna. Mona grabbed Hannas hands. Its all a misunderstanding.

The DJ switched to a Lexi song. It was a song Hanna didnt hear often, and at first she wasnt sure when shed heard it last. Then, all at once, she remembered. Lexi had been the special musical guest at Monas party.

A memory suddenly caught fire in Hannas mind. She saw herself wearing a skin-tight champagne-colored dress, struggling to walk into the planetarium without her outfit bursting at the seams. She saw Mona laughing at her, and then she felt her knee and elbow hitting the hard marble floor. There was a long, painful riiiip noise as her dress gave way, and everyone stood around her, laughing. Mona laughed the hardest of all.

Underneath her mask, Hannas mouth dropped open and her eyes widened. No. It couldnt be true. Her memory was scrambled from the accident. And even if it was true, did it matter now? She looked down at her brand-new Paul & Joe bracelet, a delicate gold chain with a pretty butterfly charm clasp. Mona had bought it for her as a welcome-back-from-the-hospital present, giving it to Hanna right after A sent Mona that taunting e-card. I dont want us ever to be mad at each other again, Mona had said as Hanna lifted the jewelry box lid.

Lucas stared at her expectantly. Mona had her hands on her hips, waiting. Hanna tied the masks ribbon closure in a tighter knot. Youre just jealous, she said to Lucas, putting her arm around Mona. Were best friends. Always will be.

Lucass face crumpled. Fine. He wheeled around and ran out the door. What a lame-ass, Mona said, sliding her arm in the crook of Hannas elbow. Yeah, Hanna said, but her voice was so quiet, she doubted Mona heard.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

28 POOR LITTLE DEAD GIRL

The sky was darkening on Friday night as Mrs. Fields dropped Emily and Trista off at the country clubs main entrance. Now, you know the rules, Mrs. Fields said sternly, draping her arm over Emilys seat. No drinking. Be home by midnight. Carolyn will give you girls a ride home. Got it?

Emily nodded. It was kind of a relief that her mom was enforcing some rules. Her parents had been so lenient since shed come home, she was beginning to think that they both had brain tumors or had been replaced by clones.

As Emilys mom sped away, Emily straightened the black jersey dress shed borrowed from Carolyns closet and tried not to wobble in her red leather kitten heels. In the distance, she could see the huge, glowing party tent. A Fergie song blared out of the speakers, and Emily heard Noel Kahns unmistakable voice cry, Thats so hot!

I am so excited for tonight, Trista said, grabbing Emilys arm.

Me too. Emily pulled her jacket closer around her, watching the skeleton wind sock twist from the country clubs main entrance. If you could be any Halloween character in the world, what would you be? she asked. Lately, Emily had been thinking of everything in Tristaisms, trying to figure out which sort of spaghetti noodle she was most like, which Great Adventure roller coaster, which kind of deciduous Rosewood tree.

Catwoman, Trista answered promptly. You?

Emily looked away. Right now, she kind of felt like a witch. After Trista surprised Emily in the yearbook room, shed explained that since her father was a pilot with US Air, she got big discounts even on last-minute flights. After Emilys text yesterday, shed decided to hop on a flight, accompany Emily to Hannas masquerade party, and camp out on Emilys bedroom floor. Emily didnt quite know how to say, You shouldnt have come...and didnt quite want to, either.

Whens your friend meeting us? Trista asked.

Um, shes probably already here. Emily started across the parking lot, passing eight BMW 7 Series cars in a row.

Cool. Trista spread ChapStick over her lips. She passed it to Emily, and their fingers lightly touched. Emily felt tingles run through her, and when she met Tristas eyes, the amorous look on Tristas face indicated she was thinking equally tingly thoughts.

Emily stopped short next to the valet stand. Listen. I have a confession to make. Maya is sort of my girlfriend.

Trista stared at her blankly.

And I kind of told herand my parentsthat youre my pen pal, Emily went on. That weve been writing for a few years.

Oh, really? Trista nudged her playfully. Why didnt you just tell her the truth? Emily swallowed, crushing a few dried, fallen leaves under her toe. Well...I mean, if I told her what

really happened...in Iowa...she might not get it. Trista smoothed down her hair with her hands. But nothing did happen. We just danced. She poked

Emily in the arm. Geez, is she that possessive?

No. Emily stared at the Halloween scarecrow display on the country clubs front lawn. It was one of three scarecrows around the grounds, and yet a crow was perched on a nearby flagpole, not one bit frightened. Not exactly.

Is it a problem that Im here? Trista asked pointedly.

Tristas lips were the exact same pink as Emilys favorite tutu back when shed taken ballet. Her pale blue shift dress pulled against her shapely chest and showed the flatness of her stomach and the roundness of her butt. She was like a ripe, juicy fruit, and Emily sort of wanted to bite her. Of course its not a problem youre here, Emily breathed.

Good. Trista pulled her mask over her face. Then Ill keep your secret.

Once they entered the tent, Maya found Emily immediately, untied her rabbit-shaped mask, and pulled Emily close for an extra-passionate kiss. Emily opened her eyes in the middle of it, and noticed that Maya was staring directly at Trista, seemingly flaunting what she and Emily were doing. When are you going to ditch her? Maya whispered in Emilys ear. Emily looked away, pretending she hadnt heard.

As they moved through the party tent, Trista kept grabbing Emilys arm and gasping, Its so beautiful! Look at all the pillows! And, There are so many hot guys in Pennsylvania! And, So many girls here wear diamonds! Her mouth fell open like a little kids on her first trip to Disney World. When a crowd of kids at the bar separated them, Maya pulled off her mask.

Was that girl raised in a hermetically sealed terrarium? Mayas eyes bugged out. Honestly, why does she find everything so amazing?

Emily glanced at Trista as she leaned up against the bar. Noel Kahn had approached her and was now seductively running his hand up and down Tristas arm. Shes just excited to be here, she mumbled. Things are pretty boring in Iowa.

Maya cocked her head and stood back. Its quite a coincidence that you have a pen pal in the exact same Iowa town you were banished to last week.

Not really, Emily croaked, staring at the shimmering disco ball in the middle of the tent. Shes from the same town as my cousins, so Rosewood Day did an exchange with her school. We started writing a couple years ago.

Maya mushed her lips together, her jaw tense. Shes awfully pretty. Did you pick pen pals by their pictures?

It wasnt, like, Match.com. Emily shrugged, trying to act oblivious.

Maya gave her a knowing look. It would make sense if you did. You loved Alison DiLaurentis, and Trista looks a lot like her.

Emily tensed up, her eyes flicking back and forth. No, she doesnt. Maya looked away. Whatever.

Emily considered her next words very carefully. That banana gum you chew, Maya. Where do you get it?

Maya looked confused. My father brought me a carton from London. Can you get it in the States? Do you know anyone else who chews it? Emilys heart pounded.

Maya stared at her. Why the hell are you asking me about banana gum? Before Emily could answer, Maya turned away. Look, Im going to go to the bathroom, okay? Dont go anywhere without me. We can talk when I get back.

Emily watched Maya snake through the baccarat tables, feeling like she had hot coals in her stomach. Almost immediately, Trista emerged from the crowd, holding three plastic cups. Theyre spiked, she whispered excitedly, pointing to Noel, who was still standing by the bar. That boy had a flask of something and gave me some. She looked around. Wheres Maya?

Emily shrugged. Off being pissy.

Trista had removed her mask, and her skin glowed in the flashing dance floor lights. With her pursed, pink lips, her wide, blue eyes, and high cheekbones, maybe she did look a little like Ali. Emily shook her head and reached for one of the cupsshe would drink this first, figure out everything else later. Tristas finger ran seductively down Emilys wrist. Emily tried to keep her face impassive, even though she felt like she was about to melt.

So, if you were a color right now, what color would you be? Trista whispered. Emily looked away. Id be red, Trista whispered. But...not a mad red. Like a deep, dark, beautiful sexy red. A lusty red. I think Id be that color, too, Emily admitted.

The music thumped like a pulse. Emily took a long, needy drink, her nose tickling with the spicy flavor of rum. When Trista curled her hand around Emilys, Emilys heart jumped. They moved closer, then closer still, until their lips were nearly touching. Maybe we shouldnt do this, Trista whispered.

But Emily moved closer anyway, her body rippling with excitement. A hand smacked Emily on the back. What the hell?

Maya stood behind them, her nostrils flaring. Emily took a giant step away from Trista, opening and closing her mouth like a goldfish. I thought you were going to the bathroom was all Emily could think to say.

Maya blinked, her face purple with fury. Then, she turned and stormed out of the tent, pushing people out of her way.

Maya! Emily followed her through the doors. But just before she was about to exit, she felt a hand on her arm. It was a man she didnt recognize in a police uniform. He had short spiky hair and a lanky build. His badge said SIMMONS .

Are you Emily Fields? the cop asked. Emily nodded slowly, her heart suddenly quickening.

I need to ask you a couple questions. The cop placed his hand gently on Emilys shoulder. Have you...have you been getting some threatening messages?

Emilys mouth fell open. The flickering strobe lights made her woozy. W-why? Your friend Aria Montgomery told us about them this afternoon, the cop said. What? Emily shrieked.

Itll be okay, the cop reassured her. I just want to know what you know, all right? Its probably someone you know, someone right under your nose. If you talk to us, maybe we can figure it out together.

Emily looked out the tents filmy opening. Maya was darting across the grass, her heels sinking into the dirt. A horrible feeling washed over Emily. She thought of how Maya had looked at her when she said, I heard that the person who hit Hanna was stalking her. How could Maya have known that?

I cant talk right now, Emily whispered, a lump growing in her throat. I have to take care of something first.

Ill be here, the cop said, stepping aside so Emily could pass. Take your time. I have a few other people to find anyway.

Emily could just make out Mayas shape running into the country clubs main building. She sprinted after her, through two glass French doors and down a long hallway. She looked through the last door at the end of the hall, which led to the indoor pool. The window had fogged up with condensation, and Emily could just make out Mayas tiny body walking to the pools edge, looking at her reflection.

She pushed her way in and walked around a small tiled wall separating the entryway from the pool. The pools water was flat and dead, and the air was thick and humid. Even though Maya had surely heard Emily come in, she didnt turn around. If things had been different, Emily might jokingly have pushed her in the water, then jumped in too. She cleared her throat. Maya, the Trista thing isnt what it looks like.

No? Maya peeked over her shoulder. It looked pretty obvious to me. Its just...shes fun, Emily admitted. She doesnt put any pressure on me. And I do? Maya shrieked, whirling around. Tears streamed down her face.

Emily swallowed hard, gathering her strength. Maya...have you been sending me...text messages? Notes? Have you been...spying on me?

Mayas brow crinkled. Why would I spy on you? Well, I dont know, Emily started. But if you are...the police know. Maya slowly shook her head. Youre not making any sense. I wont tell if its you, Emily pleaded. I just want to know why.

Maya shrugged, then let out a little whimper of frustration. I have no idea what youre talking about. A tear streaked down her face. She shook her head, disgusted. I love you, she spat. And I thought you loved me. She turned around, yanked the pools glass door open, then slammed it shut.

The pools overhead lights dimmed, turning the reflections coming off the pool from whitish-gold to orangish-yellow. Beads of humid sweat gathered on the top of the diving board. All of a sudden, the realization hit Emily, like the shock of diving into ice-cold water on an already cold day. Of course Maya wasnt A. A had set all this up for Maya to look suspicious, so things would be ruined between the two of them forever.

Her cell phone buzzed. Emily grabbed for it, her hands shaking. Emmykins: Theres a girl waiting for you in the hot tub. Enjoy!A

Emily let her phone drop to her side, her heart pounding. The hot tub was separated from the rest of the room by a partition, and it had its own door that led back out to the hall. Emily crept slowly to the hot tub. It bubbled like a cauldron, and mist rose off the waters surface. Suddenly, she noticed a flash of red in the bubbly water and jumped back in terror. Looking again, she realized it was only a doll floating facedown, its long red hair fanned out around it.

She reached in and pulled the doll out. It was an Ariel doll from The Little Mermaid. The doll had scaly green and purple fins, but instead of a clamshell bikini, Ariel wore a sleek racing suit that said ROSEWOOD DAY SHARKS across the boobs. There were Xs over her eyes, as if shed drowned, and there was something written in thick marker across her forehead.

Tell and die.A

Emilys hands started to shake, and she dropped the doll on the slick, tiled floor. As she stepped away from the hot tubs edge, a door slammed.

Emily shot up, her eyes wide. Whos there? she whispered.

Silence.

She stepped out from the hot tub partition and looked around. There was no one in the pool area. She couldnt see around the tiled wall that hid the front door, but she saw a distinct shadow on the far wall. Someone was here with her.

Emily heard a giggle and jumped. Then a hand flew out from behind the tiled wall. A blond ponytail appeared, then another pair of hands, larger and masculine, with a silver Rolex dangling from one wrist.

Noel Kahn emerged first, darting from behind the wall to one of the nearby chaises. Come on, he whispered. Then the blonde scampered to him. It was Trista. They lay down on the chaise together and resumed kissing.

Emily was so stunned, she burst out laughing. Trista and Noel glanced at her. Tristas mouth fell open, but then she shrugged, as if to say, Hey, you werent around. Emily suddenly thought of Abbys warningTrista Taylor tries to hump anything that moves, girl or guy. She had a feeling Trista wouldnt be camping out on Emilys bedroom floor tonight after all.

Noels lips spread into an easy smile. Then they went back to what they were doing, as if Emily didnt exist at all. Emily looked back at the drowned Ariel splayed out on the ground and shivered. Of course if she told anyone about A, A would make sure that Emily really didnt exist.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

29 NO ONE CAN HEAR YOU SCREAM

Aria dashed from her dented Subaru to the Hollis art building. A storm was building on the horizon, and the rain had already begun to fall. She had finished telling the cops about A only a little while ago, and although shed tried to call her old friends on Wildens phone, none of them had picked upprobably because they didnt recognize his number. She was now going into the Hollis art building to see if she had left her Treo here; without it, she had no concrete proof of what A was doing to her. Mike had offered to go into the building with her, but Aria had told him shed see him later, at Hannas party.

As Aria pushed the call button for the elevator, she pulled her Rosewood Day blazer around hershe hadnt had time to change yet. Mikes insistence that she tell Wilden about A had been a wake-up call, but had she done the right thing? Wilden had wanted to know the details of every last text, IM, e-mail, and note that A had sent. He had asked over and over again, Is there anyone the four of you hurt? Is there anyone who might want to harm you?

Aria had paused and shaken her head, not wanting to answer. Who hadnt they hurt, back in the day, with Ali at the helm? There was one clear front-runner, though...Jenna.

She thought of As notes: I know EVERYTHING. Im closer than you think. She thought of Jenna fiddling with her cell phone, saying, Im so psyched I can send texts! But was Jenna truly capable of something like this? She was blindA obviously wasnt.

The elevator doors slid open, and Aria got in. As it pulled her to the third floor, she thought about the memory Hanna had mentioned when she first woke up from her comathe one about the afternoon before Ali went missing. Ali had been acting so strangely that day, first reading some notebook she wouldnt show the others, then appearing downstairs moments later, seeming so disoriented. Aria had lingered on Alis porch by herself for a few minutes after the others left, knitting the last few rows of one of the cuff bracelets she planned to give to each of them as a first-full-day-of-summer present. As she went around the house to retrieve her bike, she saw Ali standing in the middle of her front yard, transfixed. Alis eyes flickered from the DiLaurentises curtained dining room window to the Cavanaughs house across the street.

Ali? Aria had whispered. Are you okay?

Ali didnt move. Sometimes, she said in an entranced voice, I just wish she was out of my life forever.

What? Aria whispered. Who?

Ali seemed stunned, as if Aria had snuck up on her. There was a flash of something in the DiLaurentises windowor perhaps it was just a reflection. And when Aria looked at the Cavanaughs yard, she saw someone lurking behind the large shrub by Tobys old tree house. It reminded Aria of the figure she swore shed seen standing in the Cavanaughs yard the night they blinded Jenna.

The elevator let out a ding, and Aria jumped. Who had Ali been talking about when she said, I just wish she was out of my life forever? At the time, shed thought Ali meant Spencerthey were constantly fighting. Now she wasnt sure at all. There were just so many things she hadnt known about Ali.

The hallway leading to the Mindless Art studio was dark, save for a brief moment when a zigzag of lightning came dangerously close to the window. When Aria reached the open door of her classroom, she flipped on the light and blinked in the sudden brightness. Her classs cubbies were along the back wall, and amazingly, Arias Treo was in an empty cubby, seemingly untouched. She ran to it and cradled it in her arms, letting out a sigh of relief.

Then, she noticed the masks her class had completed, one drying in each cubby. The alcove with Arias name written in Scotch tape on the bottom was empty, but Jennas wasnt. Someone else must have helped Jenna make her mask, because there it was, faceup and perfectly formed, the blank, hollowed-out eyes staring at the cubbys ceiling. Aria lifted it slowly. Jenna had painted her mask to look like an enchanted forest. Vines swirled around the nose, a flower bloomed above her left eye, and there was a gorgeous butterfly on her right cheek. The detailed brushwork was impeccableperhaps too impeccable. It didnt seem possible for someone who couldnt see.

A crack of thunder sounded like it was splitting open the earth. Aria yelped, dropping the mask to the table. When she looked to the window, she saw the silhouette of something swinging from the windows top crank. It looked like a tiny...person.

Aria stepped closer. It was a plush doll of the Wicked Queen from Snow White. She wore a long black robe and a gold crown on her head, and her frowning face was ghostly pale. She hung from a rope around her neck, and someone had drawn big, black Xs over her eyes. There was a note pinned to the

dolls long gown. Mirror, mirror on the wall, whos the naughtiest of them all? You told. So youre next.A

Tree branches scraped violently against the window. More lightning set fire to the sky. As another crack of thunder sounded, the studios lights died. Aria shrieked.

The streetlights just outside the window had gone off, too, and somewhere, far away, Aria heard a fire alarm screaming. Stay calm, Aria told herself. She grabbed her Treo and dialed the number for the police dispatch. Just as someone picked up, a knife-shaped bolt of lightning flickered outside the window. Arias phone slipped from her fingers and clattered to the floor. She reached for it, then tried to dial again. But her phone no longer had service.

Lightning lit up the room again, illuminating the shapes of the desks, the cabinets, the swinging Wicked Queen from the window, and, finally, the door. Aria widened her eyes, a scream frozen in her throat. There was someone there.

H-hello? she cried out.

With another zing of lightning, the stranger was gone. Aria bit into her knuckles, her teeth chattering. Hello? she called. Lightning flashed again. A girl was standing just inches from her face. Aria felt dizzy with fear. It was...

Hello, the girl said. It was Jenna.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

30

THREE LITTLE WORDS CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING

Spencer sat at the roulette table, moving her shiny plastic casino chips from one palm to the other. As she placed a few chips on numbers 4, 5, 6, and 7, she felt the push of the crowd now gathered thickly behind her. It seemed like all of Rosewood was here tonighteveryone from Rosewood Day, plus the people from rival private schools who were staples at Noel Kahns parties. There was even a cop here, wandering the perimeter. Spencer wondered why.

When the wheel stopped, the ball landed on the number 6. This was the third time in a row shed won. Nice job, someone said in her ear. Spencer looked around, but she couldnt locate whod spoken to her. It sounded like her sisters voice. Only, why would Melissa be here? No other college kids had come, and before Spencers Golden Orchid interview, Melissa had said Hannas party sounded ridiculous.

She did it, you know. Spencer couldnt get As text out of her head.

She scanned the tent. Someone with chin-length blond hair was slinking toward the stage, but when Spencer stood up, the person seemed to have evaporated into the crowd. She rubbed her eyes. Maybe

she was going crazy. Suddenly, Mona Vanderwaal grabbed her arm. Hey, sweetie. You have a sec? I have a surprise.

She led Spencer through the crowd to a more secluded spot, snapped her fingers, and a waiter magically appeared, handing each of them a tall, fluted glass filled with bubbly liquid. Its real champagne, Mona said. I wanted to propose a toast to thank you, Spencer. For planning this fantastic party with me...and also for being there for me. About...you know. The notes.

Of course, Spencer said faintly.

They clinked glasses and sipped. This party is really awesome, Mona went on. I couldnt have done it without you.

Spencer waved her hand humbly. Nah. You put it all together. I just made a couple of calls. Youre a natural at this.

Were both naturals at this, Mona said, belting back her champagne. We should start a party-planning business together.

And well flash country club boys on the side, Spencer joked. Of course! Mona chirped, bumping Spencers hip.

Spencer ran her finger up and down the length of the champagne flute. She wanted to tell Mona about her newest text from Athe one about Melissa. Mona would understand. Only, the DJ switched songs to a fast one by OK Go, and before Spencer could say a word, Mona squealed and made a run for the dance floor. She glanced over her shoulder at Spencer, as if to say, Are you coming? Spencer shook her head.

The few sips of champagne had made her dizzy. After a couple minutes of wading through the crowd, she walked out of the tent into the clear night air. Except for the spotlights that surrounded the tent, the golf course was very dark. The man-made grassy knolls and sand traps werent visible, and Spencer could only see the bare outlines of the trees in the distance. Their branches waved like bony fingers. Somewhere, a bunch of crickets screamed.

A doesnt know anything about Alis killer, Spencer assured herself, looking back at the fuzzy shapes of the partygoers inside. And anyway, it made no senseMelissa wouldnt ruin her whole future by killing someone over a guy. This was just another one of As tactics to make Spencer believe something that wasnt true.

She sighed and headed off for the bathrooms, which were outside the tent in a bubble-shaped trailer. Spencer climbed the wheelchair ramp and pushed through the flimsy plastic door. Of the three stalls, one was occupied, and two were empty. As she flushed and wriggled her dress back into position, the bathrooms main door slammed shut. Pale silver Loeffler Randall shoes made their way over to the trailers minuscule sink. Spencer clapped her hand over her mouth. Shed seen those shoes plenty of times beforethey were Melissas favorite pair.

Uh, hi? Spencer said when she stepped out of her stall. Melissa was leaning against the sink, her hands on her hips, a small smile on her face. She wore a long, narrow black dress with a slit up the side. Spencer tried to breathe calmly. What are you doing here?

Her sister didnt say anything, just kept staring. A droplet of water struck the sink basin, making Spencer jump.

What? Spencer sputtered. Why are you looking at me like that? Why did you lie to me again? Melissa growled.

Spencer pressed her back against one of the stall doors. She looked back and forth for something she could use as a weapon. The only thing she could think of was her shoes kitten heel, and she slowly slid her foot out of the toe box. Lie?

Ian told me he was in your hotel room last night, Melissa whispered, her nostrils flaring in and out. I told you he wasnt good at keeping a secret.

Spencers eyes widened. We didnt do anything. I swear. Melissa took a step toward her. Spencer covered her face with one hand and pulled her shoe off her foot

with the other. Please, she begged, holding out her shoe like a shield.

Melissa hovered just inches from her face. After all you admitted to me at the beach, I thought we had an understanding. But I guess not. She whirled around and stormed out of the bathroom. Spencer heard her clonk down the ramp and stamp across the grass.

Spencer leaned over the sink and rested her forehead on the mirrors cool surface. Suddenly, a toilet flushed. After a pause, the third stall door swung open. Mona Vanderwaal strode out. There was a horrified look on her face.

Was that your sister? Mona whispered. Yeah, Spencer sputtered, turning around. Mona grabbed Spencers wrists. Whats going on? Are you okay? I think so. Spencer stood back up. I just need a second alone is all. Of course. Monas eyes widened. Ill be outside if you need me.

Spencer smiled gratefully at Monas back. After a pause, she heard the flick of a lighter, and the sparkly, burning sound of Mona taking a drag of a cigarette. Spencer faced the mirror and smoothed down her hair. Her hands shook wildly as she reached for her sequined clutch, hoping there was a tube of aspirin inside. Her hands bumped against her wallet, her lip gloss, her poker chips...and then something else, something square and glossy. Spencer pulled it out slowly.

It was a photograph. Ali and Ian stood close together, their arms entwined. Behind them was a round, stone building, and behind that was a line of yellow school buses. By the looks of Alis shaggy haircut and her tropical-shade long-sleeve J. Crew polo, Spencer was pretty sure this photo had been taken during their class trip to see Romeo and Juliet at the Peoples Light playhouse a few towns away. A bunch of Rosewood Day students had gone alongSpencer, Ali, her other friends, and a slew of juniors and seniors like Ian and Melissa. Someone had written something in big, jagged letters over Alis smiling face.

Youre dead, bitch.

Spencer stared at the handwriting, immediately identifying it. Not too many people made their lowercase as look like a curly number 2. Cursive was practically the only thing Melissa had gotten a B in, ever. Her second-grade penmanship teacher had chastised her, but making funny-looking as was a habit Melissa had never been able to break.

Spencer let the picture slip from her hands and let out a small, pained yelp of disbelief. Spencer? Mona called from outside. You okay?

Fine, Spencer said after a long pause. Then, she looked down at the floor. The photo had landed facedown. There was more writing on the back.

Better watch your back...or youll be a dead bitch too.A

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

31 SOME SECRETS GO EVEN DEEPER

As Aria opened her eyes, something wet and smelly scraped its tongue up and down her face. She reached out, her hand sinking into soft, warm fur. For some reason, she was now on the art studio floor. A lightning bolt lit up the room, and she saw Jenna Cavanaugh and her dog sitting on the floor next to her.

Aria shot up, screaming. Its okay! Jenna cried, catching her arm. Dont worry! Its okay!

Aria scuttled backward, away from Jenna, knocking her head on a nearby table leg. Dont hurt me, she whispered. Please.

Youre safe, Jenna reassured her. I think you had a panic attack. I was coming here to pick up my sketchbook, but then I heard youand when I came close, you fell. Aria could hear herself swallowing hard in the darkness. A woman in my service-dog-training class gets panic attacks, so I know a little about them. I tried to call for help, but my cell phone wasnt working, so I just stayed with you.

A breeze blew through the room, bringing in the smell of wet, rained-on asphalt, a scent Aria usually found calming. Aria certainly felt like shed just had a panic attackshe was sweaty and disoriented, and her heart was beating like mad. How long was I out? she croaked, smoothing out her pleated uniform skirt so that it covered her thighs.

About a half hour, Jenna said. You mightve hit your head, too.

Or I mightve really needed the sleep, Aria joked, and then felt like she was going to cry. Jenna didnt want to hurt her. Jenna had sat with her, a stranger, while shed lain like a lump on the floor. For all Aria knew, shed drooled on Jennas lap and talked in her sleep. She suddenly felt sick with guilt and shame.

I have to tell you something, Aria blurted out. My names not Jessica. Its Aria. Aria Montgomery.

Jennas dog sneezed. I know, Jenna admitted. You...do?

I could just...tell. By your voice. Jenna sounded almost apologetic. But why didnt you just say it was you?

Aria closed her eyes tight and pressed her hands hard into her cheeks. Another streak of lightning illuminated the room, and Aria saw Jenna sitting cross-legged on the floor, her hands wrapped around her ankles. Aria took a huge breath, perhaps the biggest one of her life. I didnt tell you because...theres something else you should know about me. She pressed her hands to the rough wood floor, gathering strength. You should know something about the night of your accident. Something no one ever told you. I guess you dont remember much of what happened that night, but

Thats a lie, Jenna interrupted. I remember everything.

Thunder rumbled in the distance. Somewhere close by, a car alarm went off, starting a cycle of harsh, piercingly loud buzzes and ee-oos. Aria could hardly breathe. What do you mean? she whispered, stunned.

I remember everything, Jenna repeated. She traced the sole of her shoe with a finger. Alison and I set it up together.

Every muscle in Arias body went limp. What?

My stepbrother used to set off fireworks from his tree house roof all the time, Jenna explained, frowning. My parents kept warning him that it was dangeroushe might mess up, send a firework right into our house, and cause a fire. They said the next time he set one off, they were going to send him to boarding school. And that was final.

So Ali agreed to steal fireworks out of Tobys stash and make it look like Toby had launched it off the tree house roof. I wanted her to do it that night because my parents were home, and they were already mad at Toby for something anyway. I wanted him out of my life as soon as possible. Her voice caught. He...he wasnt a good stepbrother.

Aria clenched and unclenched her fist. Oh my God. She tried to comprehend everything Jenna was telling her.

Only...things went wrong, Jenna explained, her voice teetering. I was with Toby in his tree house that night. And just before it happened, he looked down and said angrily, Theres someone on our lawn. I looked down, too, pretending to be surprised...and then there was a flash of light, and then...this horrible pain. My eyes...my face...it felt like they just melted away. I think I passed out. Afterward, Ali told me that shed forced Toby to take the blame.

Thats right. Arias voice was barely more than a whisper.

Ali thought fast. Jenna shifted her weight, making the floor beneath her creak. Im glad she did. I didnt want her to get in trouble. And it kind of worked out the way I wanted. Toby left. He was out of my life.

Aria slowly rolled her jaw around. But...youre blind! she wanted to scream. Was it really worth that?

Her head hurt, trying to process everything Jenna had just told her. Her whole world felt smashed open. It felt like someone had proclaimed that animals could talk, and dogs and spiders now ruled the world. Then something else hit her: Ali had set things up like it was a prank they pulled on Toby, but Ali and Jenna had been the ones who planned it out...together. Not only had Ali set up Toby, shed set up her friends, too. Aria felt sick.

So you and Ali were...friends. Arias voice was faint with disbelief.

Not exactly, Jenna said. Not until this...not until I told her about what Toby was doing. I knew Ali would understand. She had sibling problems, too.

A flash of light streaked across Jennas face, revealing a calm, matter-of-fact expression. Before Aria could ask what Jenna meant, Jenna added, Theres something else you should know. There was someone else there that night. Someone else saw.

Aria gasped. The image of that night scissored through her head. The firework burst inside the tree house, lighting up the surrounding yard. Aria always thought shed seen a dark figure crouching near the Cavanaughs side porchbut Ali insisted, over and over again, that shed imagined the whole thing.

Aria wanted to smack her forehead. It was so obvious whod seen. How could she have not realized till now?

Im still here, bitches. And I know everything.A. Do you know who it was? Aria whispered, her heart hammering fast.

Jenna turned sharply away. I cant tell.

Jenna! Aria shrieked. Please! You have to! I need to know!

All of a sudden, the power snapped back on. The room flooded with light so bright, it hurt Arias eyes. The fluorescent bulbs hummed. Aria saw a streak of blood on her hands and felt a cut on her forehead. The contents of her bag had spilled out onto the floor, and Jennas dog had eaten half of one of Arias Balance bars.

Jenna had taken her sunglasses off. Her eyes stared out blankly at nothing, and there were wrinkled, puckered burn scars on the bridge of her nose and the bottom of her forehead. Aria winced and looked away.

Please, Jenna, you dont understand, Aria said quietly. Something horrible is happening. You have to tell me who else was there!

Jenna stood up, grabbing hold of her dogs back for balance. Ive said too much already, she croaked, her voice shaky. I should go.

Jenna, please! Aria pleaded. Who else was there?

Jenna paused, sliding her sunglasses back on. Im sorry, she whispered, pulling on her dogs harness. She tapped her cane once, twice, three times, fumbling clumsily for the door. And then she was gone.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

32 HELL HATH NO FURY...

After Emily caught Trista hooking up with Noel, she ran out of the pool room, searching frantically for Spencer or Hanna. She needed to tell them that Aria had told the police about A...and show them the doll shed just found. As she rounded the craps table for the second time, Emily felt a cold hand on her shoulder and yelped. Spencer and Mona stood behind her. Spencer was clutching a small, square photograph tightly in her hands. Emily, we need to talk.

I need to talk to you, too, Emily gasped.

Spencer wordlessly pulled her across the dance floor. Mason Byers was in the middle, making a jackass out of himself. Hanna was talking to her father and Mrs. Cho, her photography teacher. Hanna looked up as Spencer, Mona, and Emily approached, her face clouding over. Do you have a sec? Spencer asked.

They found an empty booth and piled in. Without a word, Spencer reached into her beaded purse and pulled out a photograph of Ali and Ian Thomas. Someone had drawn an X over Alis face and had written, Youre dead, bitch, in spiky letters at the bottom.

Emily clapped a hand over her mouth. Something was very familiar about the photograph. Where had she seen it before?

I found this in my purse when I was in the bathroom. Spencer turned the photo over. Better watch your back...or youll be a dead bitch too. Emily recognized the spiky handwriting immediately. Shed seen it scrawled on a PFLAG application just the other day.

It was in your bag? Hanna gasped. So does that mean A is here?

As definitely here, Emily said, looking around. The male model cocktail waiters swirled. A bunch of girls in minidresses flounced by, whispering that Noel Kahn had smuggled in alcohol. I just got a...a message, sort of, saying so, Emily went on. And...you guys. Aria told the cops about A. Some cop came up to me saying he wanted to ask me questions. I think A knows about that too.

Oh my God, Mona whispered, her eyes wide. She looked from one girl to the other. Thats bad, right?

It could be really bad, Emily said. Someone elbowed her in the back of the head, and she rubbed her skull, annoyed. This party wasnt exactly the right venue to be talking about this.

Spencer ran her hands along the velvet couch cushion. Okay. Lets not panic. The cops are here, right? So were safe. Well just find them and stick by them. But this... She tapped the big X over Alis face, then Youre dead, bitch. I know who wrote this part of it. She looked around at them, taking a deep breath. Melissa.

Your sister? Hanna squeaked. Spencer nodded gravely, the partys strobe lights flickering against her face. I think...I think Melissa

killed Ali. It makes sense. She knew that Ali and Ian were together. And she couldnt take it.

Rewind. Mona put down her can of Red Bull. Alison and...Ian Thomas? They were together? She stuck out her tongue, disgusted. Ew. Did you guys know?

We only figured it out a few days ago, Emily mumbled. She wrapped her coat around her body. Suddenly, she was freezing.

Hanna examined Melissas signature on her cast against the writing on the photo. The writing is similar. Mona stared at Spencer fearfully. And she was acting so weird in the bathroom just now.

Is she still here? Hanna craned her neck to look around the room. Behind them, a waiter dropped a tray of glasses. A crowd of kids clapped.

Ive looked all over for her, Spencer said. I couldnt find her anywhere.

So what are you going to do? Emily asked, her heart pounding faster and faster.

Im going to tell Wilden about Melissa, Spencer said matter-of-factly.

But, Spencer, Emily argued. A knows what were doing. And A knows Aria told. What if this is just some sort of big mind game?

Shes right, Mona agreed, crossing her legs. It could be a trap.

Spencer shook her head. Its Melissa. Im sure of it. I have to turn her in. We have to do it for Ali. She reached into her sequined bag and found her phone. Ill call the station. Wildens probably there. She dialed and pressed her phone to her ear.

Behind them, the DJ shouted out, Is everyone having a good time tonight?! The crowd on the dance floor screamed, Yeah!

Emily shut her eyes. Melissa. Ever since the police had deemed Alis death a murder, Emily hadnt been able to stop herself from imagining just how the murderer had done it. Shed envisioned Toby Cavanaugh grabbing Ali from behind, hitting her on the head, and throwing her into the DiLaurentises half-dug gazebo hole. Shed tried to picture Spencer doing the same thing to Ali, distraught over Alis relationship with Ian Thomas. Now she saw Melissa Hastings grabbing Alis waist and dragging her toward the hole. Only...Melissa was so thin Emily couldnt quite believe shed had the strength to coerce Ali into doing what she wanted. Perhaps shed had a weapon, like a kitchen knife or a box cutter. Emily winced, imagining a box cutter at Alis delicate throat.

Wildens not answering. Spencer threw her phone back into her bag. Im just going to go down to the station. She paused, smacking herself on the forehead. Shit. My parents drove me here. We came straight from New York. I dont have a car.

Ill take you. Mona leaped up. Emily stood up. Ill go too. Well all go, Hanna said.

Spencer shook her head. Hanna, this is your party. You should stay.

Seriously, Mona said.

Hanna adjusted her sling. This partys been great, but this is more important.

Mona bit the edge of her lip awkwardly. I think you should stay for a little while longer.

Hanna raised an eyebrow. Why?

Mona rocked back and forth on her heels. We got Justin Timberlake to come.

Hanna clutched her chest as if Mona had shot her. What?

He was my dads client when he was just starting out, so he owed him a favor. Only, hes kind of late. Im sure hell be here soon, but I wouldnt want you to miss him. She smiled sheepishly.

Whoa. Spencer widened her eyes. Seriously? You didnt even tell me that. And you hate him, Mon, Hanna breathed.

Mona shrugged. Well, its not my party, is it? Its yours. Hes going to call you up to the stage to dance with him, Han. I wouldnt want you to miss it.

Hanna had liked Justin Timberlake as long as Emily had known her. Whenever Hanna used to talk about how Justin should be with her instead of Cameron Diaz, Ali would always cackle and say, Well, with you, hed sort of get two Camerons for the price of oneyoure twice her size! Hanna would turn away, hurt, until Ali insisted that she shouldnt be so sensitive.

Ill stay with you, Hanna, Emily said, grabbing Hannas arm. Well stay for Justin. Well stick really close together, next to that cop over there. Okay?

I dont know, Hanna said uncertainly, even though Emily could tell she wanted to stay. Maybe we should go.

Stay, Spencer urged. Meet us there. Youll be okay here. A cant hurt you with a cop nearby. Just dont go to the bathroom or anywhere else alone.

Mona took Spencers arm, and they slid through the crowd toward the tents main opening. Emily shot Hanna a brave smile, her stomach churning. Dont leave me, Hanna said in a small, terrified voice.

I wont, Emily assured her. She took Hannas hand and squeezed hard, but she couldnt help scanning the crowd nervously. Spencer had said shed run into Melissa in the bathroom. That meant Alis murderer was here with them right now.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

33 THE MOMENT OF CLARITY

Standing up on stage with the real Justin Timberlakenot a wax figurine at Madame Tussauds or an imposter at the Trump Taj Mahal in Atlantic Citywas going to be surreal. It would be Justins real mouth giving Hanna a big smile, Justins real eyes canvassing Hannas body as she danced around, and Justins real hands as he gave her a round of applause for having the strength to pull through such a devastating accident.

Unfortunately, Justin hadnt shown up yet. Hanna and Emily peeked out one of the tents openings, keeping their eyes peeled for a convoy of limos. This is going to be so exciting, Emily murmured.

Yeah, Hanna said. But she wondered if shed even be able to enjoy it. She felt like there was something really, really wrong. Something inside her wanted to break through, like a moth struggling inside a cocoon.

Suddenly, Aria emerged from the crowd. Her dark hair was tangled and there was a bruise on her cheek. She still wore her Rosewood Day blazer and pleated skirt, and looked very out of place amid the other dressed-up people at the party. You guys, she said breathlessly. I need to talk to you.

And we need to talk to you, Emily shrieked. You told Wilden about A! Arias eyelid twitched. I...I did. Yes. I thought it was the right thing to do.

It wasnt, Hanna snapped, her body filling with rage. A knows, Aria. As after us. What the hell is wrong with you?

I know A knows, Aria said, seeming distracted. I have to tell you guys something else. Wheres Spencer?

Spencer went to the police station, Emily said. The disco lights came back on, turning her face from pink to blue. We tried to call you, but you didnt pick up.

Aria sank down into a nearby couch, looking a little shaken and confused. She picked up a carafe of sparkling water and poured herself a huge glass. Did she go to the police station because of...A? The cops want to ask all of us more questions.

She didnt, Hanna said. She went because she knows who killed Ali.

Arias eyes were glassy. She seemed to be ignoring what Hanna just said altogether. Something really weird just happened to me. She drained her water glass. I just had a long conversation with Jenna Cavanaugh. And...she knows about that night.

What were you doing talking to Jenna? Hanna barked. Then the rest of what Aria had said finally registered, the same way, her physics teacher had explained, it takes radio waves years to reach outer space. Hannas mouth fell open, and all the blood drained from her head. What did you just say?

Aria pressed her hands to her forehead. Ive been taking these art classes, and Jennas in my class too. Tonight, I went up to the art studio and...and Jenna was there. I had this horrible fear that she was A...and that she was going to hurt me. I had a panic attack...but when I woke up, Jenna was still with me. She had helped me. I felt terrible, and I just started to blurt out what we did. Only, before I could really say anything, Jenna interrupted. She said that she remembered everything about that night, after all. Aria looked at Hanna and Emily. She and Ali set up the whole thing together.

There was a long pause. Hanna could feel her pulse at her temples. Thats not possible, Emily finally said, abruptly standing up. It

cant be.

It cant be, Hanna echoed weakly. What was Aria saying?

Aria pushed a stray strand of hair behind her ears. Jenna said that she came to Ali with the plan to hurt Toby. She wanted him goneIm sure because he was...you know. Touching her. Ali said shed help. Only, things went wrong. But Jenna kept the secret anywayshe said that things worked out the way she wanted. Her brother was gone. But...she also said that someone else was there that night. Besides Ali, and besides us. Someone else saw.

Emily gaped. No. Who? Hanna demanded, feeling her knees go weak. Aria shook her head. She wouldnt tell me.

A long pause followed. A bass line from a Ciara song throbbed in the background. Hanna looked around the party, amazed at how blissfully unaware everyone was. Mike Montgomery was grinding against some girl from the Quaker school; the adults were all hovering around the bar, getting drunk; and a bunch of girls in her grade were whispering cattily about how pudgy everyone else looked in their dresses. Hanna almost wanted to tell everyone to go home, that the universe had tipped upside down and right now, having fun was out of the question.

Why did Jenna go to Ali, of all people? Emily sounded out. Ali hated her. Aria ran her fingers through her hair, which was wet from the rain. She said that Ali would understand.

That Ali had sibling problems, too.

Hanna frowned, confused. Sibling problems? You mean like Jason?

I...I guess, Aria mused. Maybe Jason was doing what Toby did.

Hanna wrinkled her nose, recalling Alis handsome-but-sullen older brother. Jason was always kind of...weird.

You guys, no. Emilys hands fell to her lap. Jason was moody, but he wasnt a molester. He and Ali always seemed really happy around each other.

Toby and Jenna seemed happy around each other, too, Aria reminded her. I heard, like, one in four boys is abusive to his sister, Hanna seconded. Thats ridiculous, Emily snorted. Dont believe everything you hear. Hanna froze. She whipped her head around to Emily. What did you just say? Emilys lip trembled. I said...dont believe everything you hear.

The words fanned out in sonarlike concentric circles. Hanna heard them again and again, banging back and forth inside her head.

The foundations of her brain started to crumble. Dont believe everything you hear. She had seen those words before. It was her last text. From A. From the night she couldnt remember.

Hanna must have made some sort of noise because Aria turned. Hanna...what?

Memories began to flood back to her, like a line of dominoes falling down one after another. Hanna saw herself wobbling into Monas party in the court dress, freaked because it didnt fit. Mona had laughed in her face and called her a whale. It wasnt Mona who had sent her that dress, Hanna realizedA had.

She saw herself taking a step back, her ankle buckling, and collapsing to the ground. The devastating riiiippppp of seams. The sounds of laughter above her, Monas loudest of all. And then, Hanna saw herself much later, sitting alone in her Toyota Prius in the Hollis Planetarium parking lot, wearing a sweatshirt and gym shorts, her eyes puffy from crying. She heard her BlackBerry chime and she saw herself reaching for her phone. Oops, guess it wasnt lipo! the text said. Dont believe everything you hear!A

Except the text wasnt from A. It had been from a regular cell phone numbera number Hanna knew well.

Hanna let out a muffled shriek. The faces looking down at her blurred and shimmered, as if they were holograms. Hanna...what is it? Emily shrieked.

Oh. My. God, Hanna whispered, her head reeling. Its...Mona. Emily frowned. Whats Mona?

Hanna pulled off her mask. The air felt cool and liberating. Her scar pulsed, as if it was a separate entity from her chin. She didnt even look around to see how many people were staring at her bruised, ugly face, because right now, it didnt matter. I remember what I was going to tell you guys that night, when I wanted to meet you at Rosewood Day, Hanna said, tears brimming in her eyes. A is Mona.

Emily and Aria stared at her so blankly that Hanna wondered if theyd even heard her. Finally, Aria said, Are you sure?

Hanna nodded. But Monas with...Spencer, Emily said slowly.

I know, Hanna whispered. She tossed her mask on the couch and stood up. We have to find her. Now.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

34 ILL GET YOU, MY PRETTIES...

It had taken Spencer and Mona almost ten minutes to cross the country club lawn to the parking lot, climb into Monas enormous taxicab-yellow Hummer, and roar out of the parking lot. Spencer glanced at Hannas receding party tent. It was lit up like a birthday cake, and the vibrations from the music were almost visible.

That was a really awesome thing you did, setting up Justin Timberlake for Hanna, Spencer murmured.

Hannas my best friend, Mona answered. Shes been through a lot. I wanted to make it really special.

She used to talk about Justin all the time when we were younger, Spencer went on, gazing out the window as an old farmhouse, which used to belong to one of the DuPonts but was now a restaurant, flew past. A few people who had finished dinner were standing out on the porch, happily chatting. I didnt know she still liked him so much.

Mona smiled halfway. I know lots of things about Hanna. Sometimes I think I know Hanna better than Hanna knows herself. She glanced at Spencer briefly. You have to do good things for people you care about, you know?

Spencer nodded faintly, biting at her cuticles. Mona slowed for a stop sign and rooted around in her purse, pulling out a pack of gum. The car immediately smelled like artificial bananas. Want a piece? she asked Spencer, unwrapping a stick and pushing it into her mouth. Im obsessed with this stuff. Apparently you can only get it in Europe, but this girl in my history class gave me a whole pack. She chewed thoughtfully. Spencer waved the open pack away. She wasnt much in a gum-chewing mood right now.

As Mona passed the Fairview Riding Academy, Spencer smacked her thighs hard. I cant do this, she wailed. We should turn around, Mona. I cant turn Melissa in.

Mona glanced at her, then turned into the riding academys parking lot. They pulled into the handicapped space and Mona shifted the Hummer into park. Okay...

Shes my sister. Spencer stared blankly forward. It was pitch-black out, and the air smelled like hay. She heard a whinnying in the distance. If Melissa did it, shouldnt I be trying to protect her?

Mona reached into her clutch and pulled out a Marlboro Light. She offered one to Spencer, but Spencer shook her head. As Mona lit up, Spencer watched the orange butt glow and the smoke curl, first around the Hummers cabin, then out the slight crack at the top of the drivers side window.

What did Melissa mean in the bathroom? Mona asked quietly. She said, after what you told her at the beach, she thought you guys had an understanding. What did you tell her?

Spencer dug her nails into the heels of her hands. This memory had come back to me about the night Ali went missing, she admitted. Ali and I had this fight...and I shoved her. Her head smacked against the stone wall. But Id blocked it out for years. She glanced at Mona, gauging her reaction, but Monas face was blank. I blurted it out to Melissa the other day. I had to tell someone.

Whoa, Mona whispered, glancing at Spencer carefully. You think you did it?

Spencer pressed her palms into her forehead. I was definitely mad at her.

Mona twisted in her seat, breathing smoke out her nose. A put that photo of Ali and Ian in your purse, right? What if A fed Melissa some sort of clue, too, convincing her to tell on you? Melissa could be going to the cops right now.

Spencers eyes widened. She remembered what Melissa said about them no longer having an understanding. Shit, she whispered. Do you think?

I dont know. Mona grabbed Spencers hand. I think youre doing the right thing. But if you want me to turn around and go back to the party, I will.

Spencer ran her fingers against the rough beads on her clutch. Was it the right thing? She wished she hadnt been the one to discover Melissa was the killer. She wished someone else couldve found out instead. Then, she thought about how shed torn around the country club tent, looking frantically for Melissa. Where had she gone? What was she doing right now?

Youre right, she whispered in a dry voice. This is the right thing.

Mona nodded, then shifted gears again and backed out of the riding school lot. She tossed her cigarette butt out the window, and Spencer watched it as they drove away, a tiny flicker of light among the dry blades of grass.

When they were farther down the road, Spencers Sidekick beeped. Spencer unzipped her bag. Maybe thats Wilden, she murmured. Only, it was a text from Emily.

Hanna remembered. Mona is A! Reply if you get this.

Spencers phone slipped from her hands to her lap. She read the text again. And again. The words might as well have been written in ArabicSpencer couldnt process them at all. R U sure? she texted back. Yes, Emily wrote. Get out of there. NOW.

Spencer stared at a billboard for Wawa coffee, a stone sign for a housing development, then an enormous, triangular-shaped church. She tried to breathe as steadily as possible, counting from one to one hundred by fives, hoping it would calm her down. Mona was watching the road carefully and dutifully. Her halter dress didnt quite fit her in the chest. She had a scar on her right shoulder, probably from the chicken pox. It didnt seem possible that she could have done this.

So was it Wilden? Mona chirped.

Um, no. Spencers voice came out squawky and muffled, like she was talking through a can. It was...it was my mom.

Mona nodded slightly, keeping the same speed. Spencers phone lit up again. Another text had come in. Then another, then another, then another. Spencer, whats going on? Spencer, pls txt us back. Spencer, yr in DANGER. Pls tell us if yr okay.

Mona smiled, her canine teeth glowing in the dim light shining off the Hummers dashboard console. Youre certainly popular. Whats going on?

Spencer tried to laugh. Um, nothing.

Mona glanced at Spencers main text message window. Emily, huh? Did Justin show up?

Um... Spencer swallowed audibly, her throat catching.

Monas smile evaporated. Why wont you tell me whats going on?

N-nothings going on, Spencer stammered.

Mona scoffed, tossing a lock of hair behind her shoulders. Her pale skin glowed in the darkness. What, is it a secret? Am I not good enough to know or something?

Of course not, Spencer squeaked. Its just...I...

They rolled to a red light. Spencer looked back and forth, then slowly pressed the Hummers UNLOCK button. As she curled her fingers around the door handle, Mona grabbed her other wrist.

What are you doing? Monas eyes glowed in the traffic lights red glare. Her head swiveled from Spencers phone back to Spencers panicked face. Spencer could see the realization flooding over Monait was like watching black and white turn to color in The Wizard of Oz. Monas expression went from confusion to shock to...glee. She pressed the car doors LOCK button again. When the light turned green, she gunned the engine and made a stomach-churning left through the intersection and veered off onto a bumpy, two-lane country road.

Spencer watched as the odometer climbed from fifty to sixty to seventy. She clutched her door handle tightly. Where are we going? she asked in a small, terrified voice.

Mona glanced at Spencer sideways, a sinister smile pasted on her face. You were never one for patience. She winked and blew Spencer a kiss. But this time youll just have to wait and see.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

35 THE CHASE IS ON

Since Hanna had arrived at the party in a limo and Emilys mother had driven her, their only vehicle option was Arias clunky, unpredictable Subaru. Aria led the others through the parking lot, her green suede flats slapping against the pavement. She manually unlocked the door and threw herself into the drivers seat. Hanna sat in the front passenger seat, and Emily pushed aside all of Arias books, empty coffee cups, spare clothes, skeins of yarn, and a pair of stacked-heel boots, and climbed into the back. Aria had her cell phone wedged between her chin and her shouldershed called Wilden to see if Spencer and Mona had shown up at the police station. But after the eighth unanswered ring, she hung up

in frustration.

Wilden isnt at his desk, she said. And hes not answering his cell, either. They were quiet for a moment, all lost in their own thoughts. How could Mona be A? Aria thought. How could Mona know so much about us? Aria went over everything Mona had done to herthreatened her with that Wicked Queen doll, sent Sean the pictures that got Ezra arrested, sent Ella the letter that splintered her family apart. Mona had hit Hanna with a car, outed Emily to the school, and made them think that Spencer had killed Ali. Mona had had a hand in Toby Cavanaughs death...and maybe Alis, too.

Hanna was staring straight ahead, her eyes wide and unblinking, as if she was possessed. Aria touched her hand. Are you sure about this?

Hanna nodded fitfully. Yes. Her face was pale and her lips looked dry.

Do you think it was a good idea that we texted Spencer? Emily asked, checking her phone for the billionth time. She hasnt written back again.

Maybe theyre in the police station now, Aria answered, trying to stay calm. Maybe Spencer turned off her phone. And maybe thats why Wilden isnt answering.

Aria looked at Hanna. There was a big, glistening tear rolling down her cheek, past her bruises and her stitches. Its my fault if Spencer is hurt, Hanna whispered. I should have remembered sooner.

Its absolutely not your fault, Aria said sternly. You cant control when you remember things. She placed a hand on Hannas arm, but Hanna wrenched it away, using her hands to cover her face. Aria had no idea how to console her. What must that feel like, to realize that your best friend was also your worst enemy? Hannas best friend had tried to kill her.

Suddenly, Emily gasped too. That picture, she whispered. What picture? Aria asked, starting the car and speeding out of the lot.

That...that picture Spencer showed us of Ali and Ian. The one with the writing on it? I knew Id seen it before. Now I know where. Emily let out a laugh of disbelief. I was in the yearbook room a couple days ago. And there were these pictures of the insides of peoples bags. Thats where I saw that picture. She raised her eyes, looking around at the others. In Monas bag. But I only saw Alis arm. The pink sleeve was frayed and had a tiny rip.

The police station was only a mile or so away, right next to Hooters. It was amazing that Aria and Mike had been there just hours before. When they pulled into the lot, all three of them leaned forward over the dash. Shit. There were eight squad cars in the parking lot, and that was it. Theyre not here!

Calm down. Aria turned off the cars headlights. They all jumped out quickly, sprinting for the police station entrance. The fluorescent light inside was greenish and harsh. Several cops stopped and stared at them, their mouths hanging open. The little green waiting benches were all empty except for a few random pamphlets about what you should do if you were the victim of a car theft.

Wilden appeared from around a corner, his cell phone in one hand, a mug of coffee in another. When he saw Hanna and Emily in their party dresses with their masks dangling from their wrists, and Aria in her Rosewood Day uniform with a big bruise on her head, he squinted in confusion. Hi, girls, he said slowly. Whats going on?

You have to help us, Aria said. Spencer is in trouble. Wilden stepped forward, gesturing for them to sit on the benches. How so?

The texts weve been getting, Aria explained. What I was telling you about earlier today. We know who theyre from.

Wilden stood up, alarmed. You do? Its Mona Vanderwaal, Hanna said, her voice breaking into a sob. Thats what I remembered. Its my

best frickin friend. Mona...Vanderwaal? Wildens eyes traveled from one girl to another. The girl who planned your

party?

Spencer Hastings is in the car with Mona now, Emily said. They were supposed to be coming hereSpencer had something to tell you. But then I sent her a text, warning her about Mona...and now we dont know where they are. Spencers phone is shut off.

Have you tried to reach Mona? Wilden asked.

Hanna stared at the linoleum floor. Off in the police bullpen, a phone rang, and then another. I did. She didnt pick up either.

Suddenly, Wildens cell phone lit up in his hand. Aria caught a glimpse of the number in the preview screen. Thats Spencer! she cried.

Wilden flipped it open but didnt say hello. He pressed the speakerphone button, then looked around at the girls, a finger to his lips. Shhh, he mouthed.

Aria and her old best friends crowded around the little phone. At first, there was only white noise. Then they heard Spencers voice. It sounded far away. I always thought Swedesford Road was so pretty, she said. So many trees, especially in this secluded part of town.

Aria and Emily exchanged a confused glance. And then, Aria understoodshed seen this once in a TV show shed watched with her brother. Mona must have figured it outand Spencer must have managed to secretly call Wilden to give him clues about where Mona was taking her.

So...why are we turning down Brainard Road? Spencer asked very loudly and brightly. This isnt the way to the police station.

Duh, Spencer, they heard Mona say back.

Wilden flipped open his pad and wrote down Brainard Road. A few other cops had gathered around them. Emily quietly explained what was going on, and one of the cops brought out a large, foldout map of Rosewood, highlighting the intersection of Swedesford and Brainard with a yellow marker.

Are we going to the stream? Spencers voice rang out again. Maybe, Mona singsonged.

Arias eyes widened. The Morrell Stream was more of a gushing river. I just love the stream, Spencer said loudly.

Then there was a gasp and a shriek. They heard a few bumping noises, a squeal of tires, the dissonant tone of a bunch of phone buttons being pressed at once...and then nothing. Wildens cell phone screen blinked. Call Lost.

Aria sneaked a look at the others. Hanna had her head buried in her hands. Emily looked like she was going to faint. Wilden stood up, put his phone back in its holster, and pulled his car keys out of his pocket. Well try all the stream entrances in that area. He pointed to a big burly cop sitting behind a desk. See if you can do a GPS trace on this phone call. Then he turned and headed for his car.

Wait, Aria said, running after him. Wilden turned. Were coming. Wildens shoulders dropped. This isnt Were coming, Hanna said behind Aria, her voice strong and steely. Wilden raised one shoulder and sighed. He gestured to the back of the squad car. Fine. Get in.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

36 AN OFFER SPENCER CANT REFUSE

Mona grabbed Spencers phone out of her hands, hit END , and tossed it out the window, all without changing the Hummers speed. She then made an abrupt U-turn, backtracked down bumpy, narrow Brainard Road, and got on the highway heading south. They drove for about five miles and got off the exit near the Bill Beach burn clinic. More horse farms and housing developments flew past, and the road devolved into woods. It wasnt until they swept by the old, dilapidated Quaker church that Spencer realized where they were really goingthe Floating Man Quarry.

Spencer used to play in the big lake at the base of Floating Man Quarry. Kids used to cliff-dive off the upper rocks, but last year, during a drought-filled summer, a public-school boy had dived off the rocks and died, making Floating Mans name seem eerie and prophetic. These days, there were rumors that the boys ghost lived at the quarrys perimeter, guarding the lake. Spencer had even heard whispers that the Rosewood Stalker had his lair here. She glanced at Mona, feeling a shiver run up her spine. She had a feeling the Rosewood Stalker was driving this Hummer.

Spencer had her fingernails pressed so deeply into the center armrest that she was certain they would leave permanent marks. Calling Wilden and giving her location had been her only plan, and now she was completely trapped.

Mona glanced at Spencer out of the corner of her eye. So, I guess Hanna remembered, huh? Spencers nod was barely perceptible. She shouldnt have remembered, Mona chanted. She knew remembering would put all of you in

danger. Just like Aria shouldnt have told the cops. I sent her to Hooters as a test to see if shed really listen to my warningsthe Hooters is so close to the police station, after all. The cops are always thereso it would be tempting to tell them everything. And obviously, she did. Mona threw her hands up in the air. Why do you girls continue to do such stupid things?

Spencer shut her eyes, wishing she could just pass out from fear.

Mona sighed dramatically. Then again, youve been doing stupid things for years, havent you? Starting with good old Jenna Cavanaugh. She winked.

Spencers mouth dropped open. Mona...knew? Of course she knew. She was A.

Mona stole a quick glance at Spencers horrified face and made a faux-surprised face in return. Then Mona pulled down the side zipper of her halter dress, revealing a black silky bra and a good portion of her stomach. There was a huge, wrinkled laceration circling the bottom of her rib cage. Spencer stared at it for a few seconds until she had to look away.

I was there the night you hurt Jenna, Mona whispered, her voice rough-edged. Jenna and I were friends, which you might have known if you hadnt been so effing self-absorbed. I went over to Jennas to surprise her that night. I saw Ali...I saw everything...and I even got a little souvenir from it. She stroked her burn scars. I tried to tell people it was Ali, but no one believed me. Toby took the blame so fast, my parents thought I was blaming Ali because I was jealous of her. Mona shook her head, her blond hair swinging back and forth. As soon as she finished her cigarette and tossed it out the window, she lit another one, sucking hard on the filter. I even tried to talk to Jenna about it, but Jenna refused to listen. She kept saying, Youre wrong. It was my stepbrother. Mona mimicked Jennas voice at a higher octave.

Jenna and I werent friends after that, Mona went on. But every time Im in front of my mirror at home and look at my otherwise perfect self, Im reminded of what you bitches did. I know what I saw. And I. Will. Never. Forget.

Her mouth dripped into an eerie smile. This summer, I found a way to get you bitches back. I found Alis diary among all that crap the new people were throwing away. I knew it was Alis instantlyand she wrote tons of secrets about all of you. Really damaging ones, actually. Its like she wanted the diary to fall into enemy hands.

A flash came to Spencerthe day before Ali went missing, discovering Ali in her bedroom, hungrily reading a notebook, an amused, greedy smile on her face. Why didnt the cops find her diary when she went missing? she sputtered.

Mona pulled the car under a thicket of trees and stopped. There was only darkness ahead of them, but Spencer could hear rushing water and smell moss and wet grass.

Who the hell knows? But Im glad they didnt and I did. Mona rezipped her dress, then turned to face Spencer, her eyes bright. Ali wrote down every horrible thing you guys did. How you guys tortured Jenna Cavanaugh, that Emily kissed her in her tree house, that you, Spencer, kissed your sisters boyfriend. It made it so easy for me to just...I dont know, become her. All it took was for me to get a second phone with a blocked number. And I really had you going that it was Ali contacting you at first, didnt I? Mona grabbed Spencers hand and laughed.

Spencer recoiled from her touch. I cant believe it was you the whole time.

I know, right? It must have been so annoying not knowing! Mona clapped happily. It was so fun watching you guys go crazy...and then Alis body showed up and you really went crazy. Sending myself notes, though, was pure brilliance.... She reached around and patted her left shoulder blade. I had to do a lot of running around, anticipating your moves before even you knew what theyd be. But the whole thing was so elegantly done, almost like a couture dress, dont you think?

Monas eyes canvassed Spencer for a reaction. Then, slowly, she reached out and punched Spencer jokily on the arm. You look so freaked right now. Like Im going to hurt you or something. It doesnt have to be this way, though.

Be...what way? Spencer whispered.

I mean, at first, I hated you, Spencer. You most of all. You were always closest to Ali, and you had everything. Mona lit another cigarette. But then...we became friends. It was so fun, planning Hannas party, spending time together. Didnt you have fun flashing those boys? Wasnt it nice, really talking? So I thought...maybe I could be a philanthropist. Like Angelina Jolie.

Spencer blinked, dumbstruck. I decided to help you, Mona explained. The Golden Orchid thingthat was a fluke. But thisI

honestly want to make your life better, Spencer. Because I truly, honestly care about you. Spencer knitted her brow. W-what are you talking about?

Melissa, silly! Mona exclaimed. Setting her up as the killer. Its so perfect. Isnt it what you always wanted? Your sister in jail for murder and out of your life, for good. Youll look so perfect in comparison!

Spencer stared at her. But...Melissa had a motive. Did she? Mona grinned. Or is that just what you want to believe?

Spencer opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Mona had sent the text that said, Alis murderer is right in front of you. And the IM that said, She did it, you know. Mona had planted the photo in Spencers purse.

Mona gave Spencer a devious look. We can turn this around. We can go back to the police station and tell Hanna its a huge misunderstandingthat shes not remembering things properly. We can pin A on someone else, someone you dont like. How about Andrew Campbell? Youve always hated him, havent you?

I... Spencer sputtered.

We can put your sister in jail, Mona whispered. And we can both be A. We can control everyone. Youre just as conniving as Ali was, Spence. And youre prettier, smarter, and richer. You shouldve been the leader of the group, not her. Im giving you the chance, now, to be the leader youre meant to be. Your life at home would be perfect. Your life at school would be perfect. Her lips spread into a smile. And I know how badly you want to be perfect.

But you hurt my friends, Spencer whispered.

Are you sure theyre your friends? Monas eyes glittered. You know who I set up as the killer before Melissa? You, Spencer. I fed your good friend Aria all kinds of clues that you did itI heard you fighting with Ali that night she went missing, over your wall. And Aria, your BFF? She totally bought it. She was all ready to turn you in.

Aria wouldnt do that, Spencer shrieked.

No? Mona raised an eyebrow. Then why did I hear her telling Wilden exactly that in the hospital on Sunday morning, the day after Hannas accident? She put accident in air quotes. She wasted no time, Spence. Lucky for you, Wilden didnt buy it. Now, why would you call someone who did that to you your friend?

Spencer took a few deep breaths, not knowing what to believe. A thought spiraled into her head. Wait...if Melissa didnt kill Ali, then you did.

Mona leaned back in her seat, the leather crinkling underneath her. No. She shook her head. I do know who did, though. Ali wrote about it on the last page of her diarypoor widdle girl, the last thing she ever wrote before she died. Mona stuck out her lip in a pout. She said, Ian and I are having a supersecret meeting tonight. Mona did a fake Ali voice, too, but the voice sounded more like a diabolical doll in a horror movie. And I gave him an ultimatum. I told him that he better break up with Melissa before she goes to Pragueor Id tell her and everyone else about us. Mona sighed, sounding bored. Its pretty obvious what happenedshe pushed Ian to his breaking point. And he killed her.

The wind picked up the edges of Monas hair. I modeled myself after Alishe was the perfect bitch. No one was safe from her blackmail. And if you want, no one will be safe from yours, either.

Spencer shook her head slowly. But...but you hit Hanna with your car. Mona shrugged. Had to do it. She knew too much.

Im...Im sorry, Spencer whispered. Theres no way I want to...to be A with you. To rule the school with you. Or whatever it is youre offering. Thats nuts.

Monas disappointed expression morphed into something darker. She knitted her eyebrows together. Fine. Have it your way, then.

Monas voice felt like a knife cutting into Spencers skin. The crickets chirped hysterically. The rushing water beneath sounded like blood gushing through a vein. In one swift movement, Mona burst forward and wrapped her hands around Spencers neck. Spencer screamed and jerked back, flailing to hit the UNLOCK button again. She kicked Monas chest. As Mona squealed and recoiled, Spencer yanked at the door handle and shoved it open, tumbling out of the car to the spiny grass. Immediately, she pushed herself up and sprinted into the darkness. She felt the grass under her feet, then gravel, then dirt, then mud. The noise of the water grew louder and louder. Spencer could tell she was nearing the quarrys rocky edge. Monas footsteps rang out behind her, and Spencer felt Monas arms wrap around her waist. She fell heavily to the ground. Mona climbed on top of her and wrapped her hands around her neck. Spencer kicked and struggled and choked. Mona giggled, as if this were all a game.

I thought we were friends, Spencer. Mona grimaced, trying to keep Spencer still.

Spencer struggled to breathe. I guess not! she screamed. Using all her might, Spencer pressed her legs onto Monas body, throwing her backward. Mona landed on her butt a few feet away, her bright yellow gum spewing out of her mouth. Spencer scrambled quickly to her feet. Mona got up, too, her eyes flashing and her teeth clenched. Time seemed to spread out as Mona advanced on her, her mouth a triangle of fury. Spencer shut her eyes and just...reacted. She grabbed Mona around her legs. Monas feet went out from under her, and she started to fall. Spencer felt her arms pressing against Monas stomach, pushing as hard as she could. She saw the whites of Monas eyes as they widened, and heard Monas screams in her ears. Mona fell backward, and in a blink, she disappeared.

Spencer didnt realize it at first, but she was falling, too. Then she hit the ground. She heard a scream echo through the gulch, and thought for a moment that it was her own. Her head hit the ground with a crack...and her eyes fluttered shut.

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37 SEEING IS BELIEVING

Hanna crammed into the back of Wildens squad car next to Aria and Emily. It was where criminalsnot that Rosewood had manytypically sat. Even though she could barely see Wilden through the metal grates connected to the front seat, she could tell by his tone of CB radio voice that he was as worried and tense as she was.

Has anyone found anything yet? he said into the walkie-talkie. They were idling at a stop sign as Wilden decided which way to go next. They had just driven around the main mouth of Morrell Stream, but theyd only found a couple of public-school kids lying on the grass getting stoned. There werent signs of Monas Hummer anywhere.

Nothing, said the voice on the CB radio.

Aria grabbed Hannas hand and squeezed hard. Emily quietly sobbed into her collar. Maybe she meant another stream, Hanna volunteered. Maybe she meant the stream at the Marwyn Trail. And while she was at it, maybe Spencer and Mona were just hanging out and talking. Maybe Hanna had it wrong, maybe Mona wasnt A.

Another voice crackled through the CB radio. We got a call about a disturbance at Floating Man Quarry.

Hanna dug her nails into Arias hand. Emily gasped. On it, Wilden said.

Floating Man...Quarry? Hanna repeated. But Floating Man was a happy placenot long after their makeovers, Hanna and Mona had met boys from Drury Academy there. Theyd performed a swimsuit fashion show for them along the rocks, reasoning that it was much more alluring to tease a boy than to actually make out with him. Right after that, theyd painted HM + MV= BBBBBFF on the roof of Monas garage, swearing they would be close forever.

So was that all a lie? Had Mona planned this from the beginning? Had Mona been waiting for the day she could hit Hanna with her car? Hanna felt an overwhelming urge to ask Wilden to pull over so she could

throw up.

When they arrived at the Floating Man Quarrys entrance, Monas bright yellow Hummer glowed like the beacon on top of a lighthouse. Hanna grabbed the door handle, even though the car was still moving. The door lurched open, and she tumbled out. Hanna started running toward the Hummer, her ankles twisting on the uneven gravel.

Hanna, no! Wilden cried. Its not safe!

Hanna heard Wilden stop his car, then more doors slammed. Leaves crunched behind her. As she reached the car, she noticed someone curled up in a ball near the front left tire. Hanna saw a flash of blond hair, and her heart lifted. Mona.

Only, it was Spencer. Dirt and tears streaked her face and hands, and there were gashes up and down her arms. Her silky dress was torn and she wasnt wearing any shoes. Hanna! Spencer cried raggedly, reaching out for her.

Are you okay? Hanna gasped, crouching down and touching Spencers shoulder. She felt cold and wet.

Spencer could barely get the words out, she was sobbing so hard. Im so sorry, Hanna. Im so sorry.

Why? Hanna asked, clutching Spencers hands.

Because... Spencer gestured to the edge of the quarry. I think she fell.

Almost instantly, an ambulance screamed behind them, followed by another police car. The rescue team and more cops surrounded Spencer.

Hanna backed away numbly as the paramedics began to ask Spencer if she could move everything, what hurt, and what happened. Mona was threatening me, Spencer said over and over. She was strangling me. I tried to run away from her, but we fought. And then she... She gestured again toward the quarrys edge.

Mona was threatening me. Hannas knees buckled. This was real.

The cops had fanned out around the quarry with German shepherds, flashlights, and guns. Within minutes, one of them yelled, We got something!

Hanna leaped to her feet and sprinted over to the cop. Wilden, who was closer, caught her from behind. Hanna, he said into her ear. No. You shouldnt.

But I have to see! Hanna screamed.

Wilden wrapped his arms around her. Just stay here, okay? Just stay with me.

Hanna watched as a team of cops disappeared over the lip of the quarry, down toward the rushing water. We need a stretcher! one of them screamed. More EMS workers emerged with supplies. Wilden kept petting Hannas hair, using part of his body to shield her from what was happening. But Hanna could hear it. She heard them saying that Mona was caught between two rocks. And that it looked like Monas neck was broken. And that they needed to be very, very careful pulling her out. She heard their grunts of encouragement as they lifted Mona to the surface, loaded her onto a stretcher, and tucked her into the ambulance. As they passed, Hanna saw a shock of Monas white-blond hair. She twisted free of Wilden and started to run.

Hanna! Wilden screamed. No!

But Hanna didnt run toward the ambulance. She ran to the other side of Monas Hummer, crouched down, and threw up. She wiped her palms on the grass and curled up into a tiny ball. The ambulance doors shut and the engine roared, but they didnt turn on the siren. Hanna wondered if that was because Mona was already dead.

She sobbed until it felt like there were no more tears left in her body. Drained, she rolled over on her back. Something hard and square pressed into her thigh. Hanna sat up and wrapped her hands around it. It was a tan suede phone case, one Hanna didnt recognize. She brought it to her face and breathed in. It smelled like Jean Patou Joy, which had been Monas favorite perfume for years.

Only, the phone nestled inside wasnt the Chanel limited edition Sidekick Mona had begged her father to bring back from Japan, nor did it have MV embossed in Swarovski crystals on the back. This phone was a plain and generic BlackBerry, giving nothing away.

Hannas heart sank, realizing what this second phone signified. All she needed to do to prove to herself that Mona had really done this to them was turn the phone on and look. The scent of the quarrys raspberry bushes drifted past her nose, and she suddenly felt like she was back three years ago, she in her Missoni string bikini and Mona in her one-piece Calvin tank. They had made their fashion show a gameif the Drury boys looked only mildly amused, they lost. If the boys salivated like starved dogs, they would buy each other a spa treatment. Afterward, Hanna chose the jasmine seaweed scrub, and Mona had a jasmine, carrot, and sesame body buff.

Hanna heard footsteps approaching behind her. She touched her thumb to the BlackBerrys blank, innocent screen, then dropped it into her silk purse, stumbling to find the others. People were talking all around her, but all she could hear was a voice in her head screaming, Monas dead.

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THE FINAL PIECE

Spencer limped to the back of the squad car with Aria and Wildens help. They asked her again and

again if she needed an ambulance. Spencer said she was pretty sure she didntnothing felt broken, and luckily, shed fallen on the grass, knocking herself out for a moment, but not damaging anything. She dangled her legs out the squad cars back door and Wilden crouched in front of her, holding a notepad and a tape recorder. Are you sure you want to do this right now?

Spencer nodded forcefully.

Emily, Aria, and Hanna gathered behind Wilden as he pressed the RECORD button. The headlights of another squad car made a halo around him, backlighting his body in red. It reminded Spencer of the way bonfires used to silhouette her friends bodies at summer camp. If only she were really at summer camp, right now.

Wilden took a deep breath. So. Youre sure she told you Ian Thomas killed Ali.

Spencer nodded. Ali had given him an ultimatum the night she went missing. She wanted them to meet...and she said that if Ian didnt break up with Melissa by the time she went to Prague, Ali would tell everyone what was going on. She pushed her greasy, mud-caked hair off her face. Its written in Alis diary. Mona has it. I dont know where, but

Were going to search Monas house, Wilden interrupted, placing a hand on Spencers knee. Dont worry. He turned away and spoke into his walkie-talkie, radioing other cops to locate Ian to bring him in for questioning. Spencer listened, staring numbly at the dirt caked under her fingernails.

Her friends stood around for a long time, stunned. God, Emily whispered. Ian Thomas? That just sounds...crazy. But I guess it makes sense. He was so much older, and if she ever told anyone, well...

Spencer pulled her arms around herself, feeling goose bumps rising on her skin. To her, Ian didnt make sense. Spencer believed that Ali had threatened him, and she believed that Ian mightve gotten angry, but angry enough to kill her? It was eerie, too, that in all the time Spencer had spent with him, she hadnt suspected Ian one bit. He hadnt seemed nervous or remorseful or pensive whenever Alis murder came up.

But perhaps shed misinterpreted the signsshed missed plenty of others. Shed gotten into the car with Mona, after all. Who knew what else was right in front of her face that she didnt see?

A beep came over Wildens walkie-talkie. The suspect isnt at his residence, a female cops voice called. What do you want us to do?

Shit. Wilden looked at Spencer. Can you think where else Ian might be?

Spencer shook her head, her brain feeling like it was plodding through a swamp. Wilden threw himself in the front seat. Ill drive you home, he said. Your parents are on their way home from the country club, too.

We want to go to Spencers with you. Aria indicated for Spencer to move over, then she, Hanna, and Emily all crammed into the backseat. We dont want to leave her alone.

You guys, you dont have to, Spencer said softly. And anyway, Aria, your car. She motioned to Arias Subaru, which looked like it was sinking into the mud.

I can leave it overnight. Aria smirked. Maybe Ill get lucky and someone will steal it.

Spencer folded her hands in her lap, too weak to protest. The car was silent as Wilden rolled past the Floating Man Quarry sign, then along the narrow trail that led to the main road. It was hard to believe that just an hour and a half had passed since Spencer left the party. Things were so different now.

Mona was there the night we hurt Jenna, Spencer mumbled absently.

Aria nodded. Its a long story, but I actually talked to Jenna tonight. Jenna knows what we did. Only, get thisshe and Ali set it up together.

Spencer sat up straighter. For a moment, she couldnt breathe. What? Why? She said that she and Ali both had sibling issues or something, Aria explained, not sounding very

confident in the answer.

I just dont understand that, Emily whispered. I saw Jason DiLaurentis on the news the other day. He said he doesnt even speak to his parents anymore, and that his family was really messed up. Why would he say that?

Theres a lot you cant tell about people, looking in from the outside, Hanna murmured tearfully.

Spencer covered her face with her hands. There was so much she didnt understand, so much that didnt make sense. She knew that things should at least feel resolved nowA was really gone, Alis killer would soon be apprehendedbut she felt more lost than ever. She took her hands away, staring at the sliver of moon in the sky. You guys, Spencer broke the silence, theres something I need to tell you.

Something else? Hanna wailed.

Something...about the night Ali went missing. Spencer slid her silver charm bracelet up and down her arm, keeping her voice to a whisper. You know how I ran out of the barn after Ali? And how I said I didnt see where she was going? Well...I did see. She went right down the path. I went up to her and...and we fought. It was about Ian. I...Id kissed Ian not long before, and Ali had told me that he only kissed me because she told him to. And she said that she and Ian were really in love, and she teased me for caring.

Spencer felt her friends eyes on her. She gathered up strength to go on.

I got so mad...I shoved her. She fell against the rocks. There was this awful crack noise. A tear wobbled out of the corner of her eye and spilled down her cheek. She hung her head. Im sorry, guys. I shouldve told you. I just...I didnt remember. And then when I did, I was so scared.

When she looked up, her friends were aghast. Even Wildens head tilted toward the back, as if he were trying to listen. If they wanted to, they could throw the Ian theory out the window. They could make Wilden stop the car and make Spencer repeat exactly what shed said. Things could go in a horrible direction from here.

Emily was the first to take Spencers hand. Then Hanna placed hers on top of Emilys, and then Aria laid hers on top of Hannas. It reminded Spencer of when they used to all touch the photo of the five of them that hung in Alis foyer. We know it wasnt you, Emily whispered.

It was Ian. It all makes sense, Aria said forcefully, gazing into Spencers eyes. It seemed like she

believed Spencer wholly and completely.

They reached Spencers street, and Wilden pulled into her familys long, circular driveway. Spencers parents werent home yet, and the house was dark. Do you want me to stay with you guys until your folks get home? Wilden asked as the girls got out.

Its okay. Spencer glanced around at the others, suddenly relieved that they were here.

Wilden backed out of the driveway and turned slowly around the cul-de-sac, first passing the DiLaurentises old house, then the Cavanaughs, and then the Vanderwaals, the big monstrosity with the detached garage down the street. There was no one home at Monas, obviously. Spencer shuddered.

A flash of light in the backyard caught her eye. Spencer cocked her head, her heart speeding up. She walked down the stone path that led to her backyard and curled her hands along the stone wall surrounding their property. There, past the deck, the rock-lined pool, the burbling hot tub, the expansive yard, and even the renovated barn, at the very back of the property near where Ali had fallen, Spencer saw two figures, lit only by moonlight. They reminded her of something.

The wind picked up, tiptoeing up and down Spencers back. Even though it wasnt the right season, the air briefly smelled like honeysuckle, just as it had that horrible night four and a half years ago. All at once, her memory broke free. She saw Ali fall backward into the stone wall. A crack rang out through the air, as loud as church bells. When Spencer heard the girlish gasp in her ear, she turned. No one was behind her. No one was anywhere. And when she turned back, Ali was still slumped against the stone wall, but her eyes were open. And then, Ali grunted and pushed herself to her feet.

She was fine.

Ali glared at Spencer, about to speak, but something down the path distracted her. She took off fast, disappearing into a thicket of trees. In seconds, Spencer heard Alis signature giggle. There was rustling, and then two distinct shapes. One was Alis. Spencer couldnt tell who the other person was, but it didnt look like Melissa. It was hard to believe that, only moments after this, Ian would push Ali into the DiLaurentises half-dug gazebo hole. Ali mightve been a bitch, but she didnt deserve anything like that.

Spencer? Hanna said softly, her voice sounding far away. Whats wrong? Spencer opened her eyes and shuddered. I didnt do it, she whispered.

The figures near the barn stepped into the light. Melissas posture was stiff and Ians fists clenched. The wind carried their voices to the front yard, and it sounded like they were fighting.

Spencers nerves felt ignited. She wheeled around and looked down her street. Wildens car was gone. Frantically, she fumbled in her pocket for her phone, but rememberedMona had thrown it out the window.

I got it, Hanna said, pulling out her own BlackBerry and dialing a number. She handed the phone to Spencer. Calling WILDEN, the screen said.

Spencer had to hold the phone with two hands, her fingers were trembling so badly. Wilden answered after two rings. Hanna? He sounded confused. What is it?

Its Spencer, Spencer bleated. You have to turn around. Ians here.

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THE ALL-NEW MONTGOMERYS, DISTURBING AS EVER

The following afternoon, Aria sat on Merediths living room futon, absently flicking the William Shakespeare bobblehead Ezra had given her. Byron and Meredith sat next to her, and they were all staring at Merediths television. There was a press conference about Alis murder on TV. Ian Thomas arrested, said a big banner at the bottom of the screen.

Mr. Thomass arraignment is set for Tuesday, a newscaster said, standing in front of the grand stone steps of the Rosewood County Courthouse. No one in this community ever expected that a quiet, polite boy like Ian Thomas could be behind this.

Aria pulled her knees into her chest. The cops had gone to the Vanderwaal residence this morning and had found Alis diary underneath Monas bed. Mona had been telling Spencer the truth about the last entryit was about how Ali had given Ian an ultimatum that he either break up with Melissa Hastings or she would tell the world about them. The news showed the police leading Ian to the station in handcuffs. When asked to make a statement, all Ian said was Im innocent. This is a mistake.

Byron scoffed in disbelief. He reached over and grabbed Arias hand. Then, predictably, the news flashed to the next storyMonas death. The screen showed the string of yellow police tape around the Floating Man Quarry, then a shot of the Vanderwaal house. A random BlackBerry phone icon appeared in the corner. Miss Vanderwaal had been stalking four Rosewood Day girls for over a month now, and the threats had turned deadly, the newscaster said. There was a scuffle between Miss Vanderwaal and an unnamed minor last night at the edge of the quarry, which is notoriously dangerous. Miss Vanderwaal slipped off the edge, breaking her neck in the fall. Police found Miss Vanderwaals personal BlackBerry in her purse at the bottom of the Quarry, but theyre still looking for a second phonethe one she used to send most of the troubling messages.

Aria gave Shakespeares head another bobble. Her head felt like an overstuffed suitcase. Too much had happened in the last day for her to process things. And her emotions were all mixed up. She felt terrible that Mona had died. She felt freaked out and weirdly wounded that Jennas accident hadnt really been an accidentthat Jenna and Ali had set it up all along. And after all this time, the killer was Ian.... The newscaster made a sympathetic, relieved face and said, Finally, the whole community of Rosewood can put this horrible story behind themsomething everyone had been saying all morning. Aria burst into tears. She didnt feel resolved at all.

Byron looked over at her. What is it?

Aria shook her head, unable to explain. She cupped the bobblehead in her hands, letting the tears drip on top of Shakespeares plastic head.

Byron let out a frustrated sigh. I realize this is overwhelming. You had a stalker. And you never talked about it to us. You should have. We should talk about it now.

Im sorry. Aria shook her head. I cant.

But we need to, Byron urged. Its important you get this out.

Byron! Meredith hissed sharply. Jesus!

What? Byron asked, raising his arms in surrender.

Meredith jumped up, placing herself between Aria and her father. You and your discussions, Meredith scolded. Hasnt Aria been through enough these last few weeks? Just give her some space!

Byron shrugged, looking cowed. Arias mouth fell open. She met Merediths eyes, and Meredith smiled. There was an understanding glimmer in her eye that seemed to say, I get what youre going through. And I know its not easy. Aria stared at the pink spiderweb tattoo on Merediths wrist. She thought about how eager she had been to find out something damaging about Meredith, and here Meredith was, sticking up for her.

Byrons cell phone vibrated, scooting across the scuffed coffee table. He stared at the screen, frowning, then picked it up. Ella? His voice cracked.

Aria tensed. Byrons eyebrows knitted together. Yes...shes here. He passed the phone to Aria. Your mother wants to talk to you.

Meredith cleared her throat awkwardly, standing up and drifting toward the bathroom. Aria stared at the phone as if it were a piece of putrefied shark, which someone in Iceland had once dared her to eat. After all, the Vikings used to eat it. She put the phone tentatively to her ear. Ella?

Aria, are you all right? Ellas voice cried from the other end.

Im...fine, Aria said. I dont know. I guess. Im not hurt or anything.

There was a long silence. Aria pulled out her fathers little antenna and pushed it back in again.

Im so sorry, honey, Ella gushed. I had no idea you were going through this. Why didnt you tell us someone was threatening you?

Because... Aria wandered into her tiny bedroom off Merediths studio and picked up Pigtunia, her pig puppet. Explaining A to Mike had been hard. But now that it was over, and Aria didnt have to worry about As retaliation, she realized the real reason didnt matter. Because you guys were caught up in your own stuff. She sank onto her lumpy twin bed, and the bedsprings let out a mooing groan. But... Im sorry, Ella. For everything. It was terrible of me not to say anything about Byron for all that time.

Ella paused. Aria snapped on the tiny TV that sat in the windowsill. The same press conference images emerged on the screen. I get why you didnt, Ella finally said. I shouldve understood that. I was just angry, thats all. She sighed. My relationship with your dad hadnt been good for a long time. Iceland stalled the inevitablewe both knew this was coming.

Okay, Aria said softly, running her hands up and down Pigtunias pink fur. Ella sighed. Im sorry, sweetie, and I miss you. An enormous, egg-shaped lump formed in Arias throat. She stared up at the cockroaches Meredith had

painted on the ceiling. I miss you too. Your room is here if you want it, her mother said.

Aria hugged Pigtunia to her chest. Thanks, she whispered, and clapped the phone shut. How long had she been waiting to hear that? What a relief it would be to sleep in her own bed again, with its normal mattress and soft, downy pillows. To be among all her knitting projects and books and her brother and Ella. But what about Byron? Aria listened to him coughing in the other room. Do you need a Kleenex? Meredith called from the bathroom, sounding concerned. She thought about the card Meredith had made for Byron and pinned up on the fridge. It was a cartoon elephant saying, Just stamping by to say I hope you have a great day! It seemed the kind of thing that Byronor Ariawould do.

Maybe Aria had been overreacting. Maybe Aria could convince Byron to buy a comfier bed for this little room. Maybe she could sleep here every once in a while.

Maybe.

Aria glanced at the TV screen. The press conference on Ian had just ended, and everyone stood to leave. As the camera swung wide, Aria noticed a blond girl with a familiar heart-shaped face. Ali? Aria sat up. She rubbed her eyes until they hurt. The camera panned over the crowd again, and she realized the blond woman was at least thirty. Aria was obviously hallucinating from lack of sleep.

She wandered back into the living room, Pigtunia still in her hand. Byron opened his arms and Aria slid into them. Her dad patted Pigtunia absentmindedly on the head as they sat there, watching the press conference aftermath on TV.

Meredith emerged from the bathroom, her face a bit green. Byron slid his arm from Arias shoulders. You still feeling sick?

Meredith nodded. I am. There was an anxious look on her face, as if she had a secret she needed to spill. She raised her eyes to both of them, the corners of her lips spreading into a tiny smile. But its okay. Because...Im pregnant.

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ALL THAT GLITTERS IS NOT A GOLDEN ORCHID

Later that evening, after the police had finished raiding the Vanderwaal mansion, Wilden arrived at the Hastingses house to ask Melissa a few final questions. He was sitting on their leather living room couch now, his eyes puffy and tired. Everyone looked tired, actuallyexcept for Spencers mother, who wore a crisp Marc Jacobs shirtdress. She and Spencers father were standing on the far side of the room, as if their daughters were covered in bacteria.

Melissas voice was monotone. I didnt tell you the truth about that night, she admitted. Ian and I had been drinking, and I fell asleep. When I woke up, he wasnt there. Then I fell asleep again and he was there when I woke.

Why didnt you say anything about this before? Spencers father demanded.

Melissa shook her head. I went to Prague that next morning. At that point, Im not sure anyone really knew Alison was missing. When I got back and everyone was frantic...well, I just never thought Ian would be capable of something like that. She picked at the hem on her pale yellow Juicy hoodie. I suspected theyd hooked up all those years ago, but I didnt think it was serious. I didnt think Alison had given him an ultimatum. Like everyone else, Melissa had learned of Ians motives. I mean, she was in seventh grade.

Melissa glanced at Wilden. When you started asking questions this week about where Ian and I were, I started to wonder if maybe I shouldve said something years ago. But I still didnt think it was possible. And I didnt say anything then because...because I thought Id somehow get in trouble for concealing the truth. And, I mean, I couldnt have that. What would people think of me?

Her sisters face crumpled. Spencer tried hard not to gape. Shed seen her sister cry plenty of times, but usually out of frustration, anger, rage, or a ploy to get her own way. Never out of fear or shame.

Spencer waited for her parents to rush over to console Melissa. But they sat stock-still, judgmental looks on their faces. She wondered if she and Melissa had been dealing with the exact same issues all this time. Melissa had made impressing their parents look so effortless that Spencer never realized that she agonized about it, too.

Spencer plopped down at her sisters side and threw her arms around Melissas shoulders. Its okay, she whispered in her ear. Melissa raised her head for a moment, noted Spencer confusedly, then set her head on Spencers shoulder and sobbed.

Wilden handed Melissa a tissue and stood up, thanking them for their cooperation throughout this ordeal. As he was leaving, the house phone rang. Mrs. Hastings walked primly to the phone in the den and answered. Within seconds, she poked her head into the living room. Spencer, she whispered, her face still sober but her eyes bright with excitement. Its for you. Its Mr. Edwards.

A hot, sick feeling washed over Spencer. Mr. Edwards was the head of the Golden Orchid committee. A personal phone call from him could mean only one thing.

Spencer licked her lips, then stood. The other side of the room, where her mom was standing, seemed a mile away. She wondered what her moms secret phone calls were aboutwhat big gift shed bought for Spencer because shed been so certain Spencer would win the Golden Orchid. Even if it was the most wonderful thing in the world, Spencer wasnt sure shed be able to enjoy it.

Mom? Spencer approached her mother and leaned against the antique Chippendale desk next to the phone. Dont you think its wrong that I cheated?

Mrs. Hastings quickly covered the phones mouthpiece. Well, of course. But we discussed this. She shoved the phone to Spencers ear. Say hello, she hissed.

Spencer swallowed hard. Hello? she finally croaked into the phone.

Miss Hastings? a mans voice chirped. This is Mr. Edwards, the head of the Golden Orchid committee. I know its late, but I have some very exciting news for you. It was a tough decision, given our two hundred outstanding nominees, and I am pleased to announce that...

It sounded as if Mr. Edwards were talking underwaterSpencer barely heard the rest. She glanced at her sister, sitting all alone on the couch. It had taken so much courage for Melissa to admit shed lied. She couldve said she didnt remember, and no one wouldve been the wiser, but instead, shed done the right thing. Spencer thought, too, of Monas offer to herI know how badly you want to be perfect. The thing was, being perfect didnt mean anything if it wasnt real.

Spencer put her mouth back up to the phone. Mr. Edwards paused, waiting for Spencer to reply. She took a deep breath, rehearsing in her head what she would say: Mr. Edwards, I have a confession to make.

It was a confession no one was going to like. But she could do this. She really could.

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PRESENTING, IN HER RETURN TO ROSEWOOD, HANNA MARIN

Tuesday morning, Hanna sat on her bed, slowly stroking Dots muzzle and staring at herself in her handheld mirror. Shed finally found the right foundation that covered her bruises and stitches and wanted to share the good news. Her first instinct, of course, was to call Mona.

She watched in the mirror as her bottom lip twitched. It still wasnt real.

She supposed she could call her old friends, whom shed seen a lot of the last few days. Theyd taken yesterday off school and hung out in Spencers hot tub, reading Us Weekly articles about Justin Timberlake, who had shown up at Hannas party just after she left. He and his posse had been stuck in two hours of turnpike traffic. When the girls moved on to reading beauty and style tips, Hanna was reminded of how Lucas had read her an entire issue of Teen Vogue while she was in the hospital. She felt a pang of sadness, wondering if Lucas knew what had happened to her in the past few days. He hadnt called her. Maybe he never wanted to speak to her again.

Hanna put down the mirror. All at once, as easily as recalling a random fact, like the name of Lindsay Lohans lawyer or Zac Efrons latest girlfriend, Hanna suddenly saw something else from the night of her accident. After shed ripped her dress, Lucas had appeared over her, handing her his jacket to cover herself. Hed led her to the Hollis College Reading Room and held her as she sobbed. One thing led to another...and they were kissing, just as greedily as theyd kissed this past week.

Hanna sat on her bed for a long time, feeling numb. Finally, she reached for her phone and dialed Lucass number. It went straight to voice mail. Hey, she said when it beeped. Its Hanna. I wanted to see if...if we could talk. Call me.

When she hung up, Hanna patted Dot on top of his argyle-sweatered back. Maybe I should forget him, she whispered. Theres probably a cooler boy out there for me, dont you think? Dot cocked his head uncertainly, like he didnt believe her.

Hanna? Ms. Marins voice floated upstairs. Can you come down? Hanna stood, rolling back her shoulders. Perhaps it was inappropriate to wear a bright red Erin

Fetherston trapeze dress to Ians arraignmentlike wearing color to a funeralbut Hanna needed a little color pick-me-up. She snapped a gold cuff bracelet on her wrist, picked up her red Longchamp hobo bag, and shook her hair down her back. In the kitchen, her father sat at the table, doing a Philadelphia Inquirer crossword. Her mother sat next to him, checking her e-mail on her laptop. Hanna gulped. She hadnt seen them sitting together like this since they were married.

I thought youd be back in Annapolis by now, she muttered.

Mr. Marin laid down his ballpoint pen, and Hannas mother pushed her laptop aside. Hanna, we wanted to talk to you about something important, her dad said.

Hannas heart leaped. Theyre getting back together. Kate and Isabel are gone. Her mother cleared her throat. Ive been offered a new job...and Ive accepted. She tapped her long,

red nails against the table. Only...its in Singapore.

Singapore? Hanna squawked, sinking into a chair.

I dont expect you to come, her mother went on. Plus, with the amount of traveling Ill have to do, Im not sure you should come. So these are the options. She held out one hand. You could go to boarding school. Even around here, if you like. Then, she held out the other hand. Or you could move in with your father.

Mr. Marin was nervously twiddling his pen in his fingers. Seeing you in the hospital...it really made me realize a few things, he said quietly. I want to be close to you, Hanna. I need to be a bigger part of your life.

Im not moving to Annapolis, Hanna blurted out.

You dont have to, her father said gently. I can transfer to my firms office here. Your mother has offered to let me move into this house, in fact.

Hanna gaped. This sounded like a reality TV show gone wrong. Kate and Isabel are staying in Annapolis, right?

Her father shook his head no. Its a lot to think about. Well give you some time to decide. I only want to transfer here if youll live here too. Okay?

Hanna looked around her sleek, modern kitchen, trying to picture her father and Isabel standing at the counter preparing dinner. Her father would sit in his old seat at the dinner table, Isabel in her mothers. Kate could have the chair that they normally piled with magazines and junk mail.

Hanna would miss her mom, but she wasnt around that much anyway. And Hanna had longed for her father to come backonly, she wasnt sure if she wanted it like this. If she allowed Kate to move in, it would be war. Kate was skinny and blond and beautiful. Kate would try to march into Rosewood Day and take over.

But Kate would be the new girl. And Hanna...Hanna would be the popular girl.

Um, okay. Ill think about it. Hanna stood up from the table, scooped up her bag, and walked to the downstairs powder room. Truthfully, she felt kind of...pumped. Maybe this would be awesome. She had

the advantage. Over the next few weeks, she would have to make sure that she was the most popular girl in school. With Mona gone, it would be easy.

Hanna felt around in her purses silk-lined pocket. Inside, two BlackBerries were nestled side by sidehers and Monas. She knew the cops were looking for Monas second phone, but she couldnt hand it over yet. She had one thing to do first.

She took a deep breath, pulled out the phone in the tan suede holder, and pressed the ON button. The device sprang to life. There was no greeting, no personalized wallpaper. Mona had used this phone strictly for business.

Mona had saved every text message shed sent to them, each note with a crisp, singular letter A. Hanna scrolled slowly through each of hers, chewing feverishly on her bottom lip. There was the first one shed ever received, when she was at the police station for stealing the Tiffany bracelet and necklaceHey, Hanna, since prison food makes you fat, you know what Seans gonna say? Not it! And there was the last text Mona had sent from this phone, which included the chilling lines, And Mona? Shes not your friend, either. So watch your back.

The only one of Hannas texts that hadnt been sent from this phone was the one that said, Dont believe everything you hear. Mona had accidentally sent that text from her regular phone. Hanna shivered. Shed just gotten a new phone that night and hadnt programmed everyones numbers in yet. Mona had messed up, and Hanna had recognized her number. If she hadnt, who knew how long this would have gone on.

Hanna squeezed Monas BlackBerry, wanting to crush it flat. Why? she wanted to scream. She knew she should despise Mona right nowthe cops had found the SUV Mona used to hit Hanna stashed in the Vanderwaals detached garage. The car had a tarp over it, but the front fender was bashed in, and bloodHannas bloodwas spattered on the headlights.

But Hanna couldnt hate her. She just couldnt. If only she could erase every good memory she had of Mona insteadtheir shopping sprees, their triumphant popularity coups, their Frenniversaries. Who would she consult in a wardrobe crisis? Who would she go shopping with? Who would fake-friend for her?

She pressed the bathrooms peppermint-scented guest soap to her nose, willing herself not to cry and smear all her carefully applied makeup. After she took a few cleansing, calming breaths, Hanna looked at Monas sent-message box again. She highlighted each of the texts Mona had sent to her as A, and then hit DELETE ALL . Are you sure you want to delete? a screen asked. Hanna clicked YES . A garbage can lid opened and closed. If she couldnt delete their friendship, at least she could delete her secrets.

Wilden stood waiting in the foyerhe had offered to drive Hanna to the arraignment. Hanna noticed that his eyes were heavy and his mouth turned down. She wondered if he was exhausted from the weekends activity, or if her mom had just told him about her Singapore job too. Ready? he asked Hanna quietly.

Hanna nodded. But hang on. She reached into her bag and held out Monas BlackBerry. Present for you.

Wilden took it from her, confused. Hanna didnt bother to explain. He was a cop. Hed figure it out soon enough.

Wilden opened the squad cars passenger side and Hanna slipped in. Before they drove away, Hanna rolled back her shoulders, took a deep breath, and checked out her reflection in the visor mirror. Her dark eyes shone, her auburn hair was full of body, and the creamy foundation was still covering all of her bruises. Her face was thin, her teeth were straight, and she didnt have a single zit. The ugly, chubby seventh-grade Hanna who had haunted her reflection for weeks now was banished forever. Starting now.

She was Hanna Marin, after all. And she was fabulous.

Pretty Little Liars 4 - Unbelievable

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DREAMSAND NIGHTMARESCAN COME TRUE

Tuesday morning, Emily scratched at the back of the polka-dotted cap-sleeve dress shed borrowed from Hanna, wishing she couldve just worn pants. Next to her, Hanna was all dolled up in a red retro swing dress, and Spencer wore a sleek, savvy pin-striped suit. Aria was wearing one of her usual layered getupsa short-sleeved black bubble dress over a green thermal shirt, with thick white cable-knit tights and chic ankle boots that she said shed bought in Spain. They all stood outside in the cold morning air in an empty lot next to the courthouse, away from the media flurry on the grand front steps.

Are we ready? Spencer asked, gazing around at everyone.

Ready, Emily chanted along with the others. Slowly, Spencer stretched out a large Hefty trash bag, and the girls dropped things in, one by one. Aria threw in a Snow White Wicked Queen doll with Xs over her eyes. Hanna tossed in a crumpled-up piece of paper that said, Feel sorry for me. Spencer threw in the photo of Ali and Ian. They took turns pitching in all the physical things A had sent them. Their first instinct had been to burn it all, but Wilden needed it as evidence.

When it was Emilys final turn, she stared down at the last thing she held in her hands. It was the letter she had written to Ali not long after shed kissed her in the tree house, not long before she died. In it, Emily had professed her undying love for Ali, pouring out every possible shred of emotion that existed in her body. A had written over some of the words, Thought you might want this back. Love, A.

I kind of want to keep this, Emily said softly, folding up the letter. The others nodded. Emily wasnt certain that they knew what it was, but she was pretty sure they had a good idea. She let out a long, tortured sigh. All this time, a little light had been burning inside of her. She had hoped that somehow, A was Ali, and that Ali somehow wasnt dead. She knew she wasnt being rational, she knew Alis body had been found in the DiLaurentises backyard along with her one-of-a-kind Tiffany initial ring on her finger. Emily knew she had to let Ali go...but as she curled her hands around her love note, she wished she didnt have to.

We should go in. Spencer tossed the bag in her Mercedes, and Emily followed her and the others through one of the courthouses side doors. As they entered the wood-paneled, high-ceilinged courtroom, Emilys stomach flipped. All of Rosewood was hereher peers and teachers, her swim coach, Jenna Cavanaugh and her parents, all of Alis old hockey friendsand they were all staring. The only person Emily didnt immediately see was Maya. In fact, she hadnt heard a word from Maya since Hannas party on Friday night.

Emily put her head down as Wilden emerged from a group of police officers and led them to an empty bench. The air was taut with tension and smelled like various expensive colognes and perfumes. After a few more minutes, the doors slammed shut. Then the room fell into dead silence as the bailiffs brought Ian down the center aisle. Emily clasped Arias hand. Hanna put her arm around Spencer. Ian wore an orange prison jumpsuit. His hair was uncombed and there were enormous purple circles under his eyes.

Ian walked up to the bench. The judge, a stern, balding man who wore an enormous class ring, glowered at him. Mr. Thomas, how do you wish to plead?

Not guilty, Ian said in a very small voice.

A murmur went through the crowd. Emily bit down on the inside of her cheek. As she shut her eyes, she saw the horrible images againthis time with a new killer, a killer that made sense: Ian. Emily remembered seeing Ian that summer when she was Spencers guest at the Rosewood Country Club, where Ian used to lifeguard. Hed sat atop his lifeguard stand, twirling his whistle like he didnt have a care in the world.

The judge leaned over his high perch and glared at Ian. Because of the seriousness of this crime, and because we have deemed you a flight risk, you are to remain in jail until your pretrial hearing, Mr. Thomas. He banged his gavel and then folded his hands. Ians head slumped down, and his attorney patted him comfortingly on the shoulder. Within seconds, he was marching out again, his hands cuffed. It was all over.

The members of the Rosewood community rose to leave. Then Emily noticed a family down front that she hadnt seen earlier. The bailiffs and cameras had blocked them. She recognized Mrs. DiLaurentiss short, chic haircut and Mr. DiLaurentiss handsome, aging leading-man looks. Jason DiLaurentis stood next to them, dressed in a crisp black suit and a dark checked tie. As the family embraced, they all looked incredibly relieved...and maybe the slightest bit repentant, too. Emily thought about what Jason had said on the news: I dont talk to my family much. Theyre too messed up. Maybe they all felt guilty for going so long without speaking. Or maybe Emily was just imagining things.

Everyone lingered outside the courthouse. The weather was nothing like that sublime, cloudless fall day of Alis memorial service just weeks earlier. Today, the sky was blurred with dark clouds, making the whole world dull and shadowless. Emily felt a hand on her arm. Spencer wrapped her arms around Emilys shoulders.

Its all over, Spencer whispered.

I know, Emily said, hugging back.

The other girls joined in on the hug. Out of the corner of her eye, Emily saw a camera flash. She could already imagine the newspaper caption: Alisons Friends Distraught but at Peace. At that moment, a black Lincoln idling near the curb caught her eye. A chauffeur sat in the passenger seat, waiting. The tinted back window was rolled down the tiniest crack, and Emily saw a pair of eyes staring straight at her. Emilys mouth fell open. Shed only seen blue eyes like that one other time in her life.

Guys, she whispered, clamping down hard on Spencers arm. The others broke out of their hug. What? Spencer asked, concerned. Emily pointed to the sedan. The back window was now closed, and the chauffeur was shifting the car

into gear. I swear I just saw... she stammered, but then paused. Theyd think she was crazyfantasizing that Ali was alive was just another way to cope with her death. Emily swallowed hard, standing up straighter. Never mind, she said.

The girls turned away, drifting back to their own families, promising to call one another later. But Emily remained where she was, her heart pounding as the sedan pulled away from the curb. She watched as it cruised down the street, turned right at the light, and disappeared. Her blood chilled. It couldnt have been her, she told herself.

Could it have?