Where had she gotten LSD, anyway? Mateo’s eyes roamed the room for Austin, the only person at Acheron who might have something stronger than pot on hand. But Austin wasn’t there. A lot of people had gone upstairs already. Brandon was one of them—not because he was tired but because he couldn’t deal with sitting in this room any longer. Mateo texted him with the news about Delilah and looked around to see who else was still awake.

Caitlin and Tamika were sleeping in the corner. Ryan was staring at his phone, bleary-eyed. Maria and Lily seemed to be alert, though. They were slumped against each other in the far corner of the room, but their eyes were open.

They both looked terrible. Lily’s dirty-blond hair had fallen into her face, and she hadn’t even bothered brushing it back. She kept fidgeting with her hands, sliding them in and out of her pockets, her fingers twitching. Maria looked even worse, with her sweaty hair and ashen face covered in tear streaks. She’d changed clothes, Mateo noticed. Instead of the skirt and sweater from earlier, she was wearing sweatpants thrown on over pajamas, like the other girls.

Mateo got up, his joints stiff from sitting hunched over for so long, and went over to the empty chair next to Maria. Both girls turned to look at him without much interest.

“So, that’s weird,” Mateo said. “LSD?”

“Yeah, weird,” Maria said.

“Any idea where she got it?” he said. “I thought Austin didn’t usually sell hard stuff.”

“He doesn’t.” Maria lowered her voice to a whisper, even though everyone else was too far away to hear. “She could’ve gotten it from anyone. A townie, probably.”

“She went and bought acid from a townie and dropped it on a random Tuesday right before the league championship?”

“I don’t know, okay?” Maria’s eyes crinkled. “I wish it wasn’t true. I wish none of it had ever happened.”

“Hey, we all do, right?” Mateo said.

Lily patted Maria’s hand and made a soothing noise. That was the most overt display of affection Mateo had ever seen pass between them.

“She was acting kind of strange.” Maria stared down at a stack of old yearbooks on the coffee table. “Talking about the future. About being scared, and stuff.”

“She was?” Mateo sat up straight. “What did she say? When did you talk to her, tonight?”

“I don’t remember what she said exactly.” Maria dabbed at her eyes. “Will you stop asking questions? You’re making me feel worse.”

“Sorry,” Mateo said. “This whole thing just doesn’t make sense. I mean—it sucks so much.”

“Yeah, it does.” Maria’s eyes were red.

Mateo watched her for another minute, then got up. “I’m going to go see if the cop knows anything.”

“He won’t,” Lily said.

How did she know that?