nutes

ackpack slung over one shoulder. His mind was

it his face. Kendall Cohen, the school's undisputed que

practiced smile stretched across her lips. She reach

ssing her body against his arm

r her shoulder, looking at the clock on

. "You have to come watch my pian

were close business partners. It was easier to tolerate h

rning screamed in his head. T

his arm out of Kendall's grasp. The

y air. Her perfect smile cracked,

layton said. His voice was

rge eyes. It was a weapon she used constantly. "You never s

irst time in his life, he felt a surge of pure,

epped around her and walked away

ntly. Her face twisted into an ugly mask of jealousy and rage. She dug her

in her apartment. The bl

nsane mission," Clayton wrote. "She

elming wave of vindication crashed through her.

e untouchable ghost in her marriag

n-year-old Clayton had left her sta

ractically buzzing with joy. Good job

diary's response. He raised an eyebrow, but he d

wooden slits. The dark figure

Clayton's eyes narrowed. It was Bettye Le. The manipula

der. She pulled a flathead s

hone. His thumb hit

glass display case. She twisted it violently. The

d the case open. She stared down a