But I still have a chance to stop the other murders. I consider calling the police, but they’ll think I did it or want to take me in for questioning—especially after that guy saw me with Trent’s body. Maybe Lynne can help me if I tell her what’s going on. She promised me we’d be safe, but Trent is dead, so obviously that was a big, fat lie.

My one comfort is that I know now I’m not the killer.

My heart refuses to believe Adam would shoot Trent and leave his body in a dumpster. But my head says I can’t trust him either, even though I don’t think he’s a murderer.

Aether gave us the guns in our backpacks—it must be them, trying to get rid of us and set me up as the murderer. Either Lynne failed to help us, or she lied to me and is in on it. Maybe, by trying to blackmail Aether, I’m the reason we’re being killed—although it would make more sense for them to just kill me then.

Oh God, I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if anything I’ve done has changed the future, or only made it worse. Or if it’s impossible to change our fate at all. Maybe all we can do is let fate carry us toward our grim destiny.

No. Screw that. I grab my phone and dial Aether’s number with trembling fingers and ask for Lynne.

“I’m sorry,” the receptionist says. “She’s out of the office at the moment. Can I take a message?”

“No, just…tell her to call me.”

Damn. What else can I do? I don’t have Zoe or Chris’s number—but I do remember Chris saying he works for Downey Automotive. I call the shop, but some other guy answers. When I ask for Chris he puts me on hold for a good five minutes then says Chris isn’t there. I get the feeling he’s lying, but I give him my number and tell him it’s urgent.

I doubt Chris will call me. Not if he thinks there’s a chance I might be the killer. My only choice is to find Zoe. I know that by going to the crime scenes I might be helping them frame me for these murders, but I push off the wall and start toward the bus stop anyway. Because if Trent is dead, then we haven’t changed the future and we’re all going to die in the next few hours. And Zoe is next.