But Jack did. Her heart hammered as Lily slipped out of her bedroom and into the hallway. After the door closed, Jack heard the distinct sound of footsteps retreating on the hardwood floor. Two minutes later, the back door opened, and a blond-haired girl in a white coat slipped outside, eyes darting left and right as she veered toward her bike.

Lily was going somewhere. And she didn’t want anyone to know.

Jack had a decision to make, and fast. She could trail Lily to her secret destination, spy on her, then demand answers, or she could borrow the file marked Andrew Kane. Lily was so talented at keeping secrets. If Jack confronted her without evidence, Lily might lie right to her face. Or she might lash out. Carefully, Jack reached into Lily’s window, her fingers fumbling for the bedside table. Within seconds, she’d liberated the Andrew Kane file and was stuffing it into her backpack, where the copied files were hidden.

Then she climbed over the balcony. Her fingers wrapped deftly around the ivy, guiding her body toward the ground. She’d almost touched down in the dirt when a voice stopped her in her tracks, but it didn’t belong to Lily.

It belonged to Raven’s mother.

Arianna Holloway laughed brightly, her voice ringing out through the rose garden. Jack’s foot slid off a jagged stone and she fell. The ground came at her hard. She tumbled through the dirt, managing to protect her face from the rosebushes. Scratches laced her hands, but her bones were intact.

She pushed to her knees.

The laugh came again. This time, Jack realized the sound was coming from inside the house, drifting out to the garden through an open window on the first floor. Well, she’d visited Raven in his third-floor bedroom. She’d snuck into Lily’s room on the second floor. Why not complete the tour and visit a ghost on the main floor of Holloway Manor?

She slid one leg over the windowsill, then climbed into the house.

Arianna’s voice grew louder as Jack crept through the ebony-tiled kitchen, nearing the living room. Pictures littered the black-carpeted floor. Pictures of Stefan and Evelyn’s wedding, their honeymoon, their visits to the Apple Blossom Festival. Each year, Evelyn had offered to chair the event, and Jack could remember her standing at a podium, her cropped blond hair adorned with apple blossoms. She wore white in almost all the photos.

Would they dress her in white for the funeral?