“Is it?” I shuffled us sideways so we could get a better look. Dylan was using the handrail and walking slowly up each step, almost as if he had to make the decision to continue up for each and every stair he took. “It totally is. Do you think he’s . . . ?”

From behind us a voice said, “Hadley Moore. I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. And without your earphones.”

We turned to see Jackson Holt.

Ten

“Maybe Jackson is Heath,” Amelia whispered.

I considered that thought for a moment. It wouldn’t surprise me. “Jackson? What are you doing here?”

“I think I’m here for the same reason you are.”

“Heath Hall?”

He nodded, which meant he wasn’t Heath Hall . . . right? He held his elbows out, one for each of us. “Shall we?”

Amelia immediately let go of me and latched onto him. I kept my hands to myself but walked next to him as we all continued up the stairs.

“I’m Amelia, by the way,” she said.

“Oh, right.” I realized it was my job to introduce them. I’d thought they knew each other. “Jackson, Amelia. Amelia, Jackson.”

“We’ve met at school before, right?” he said.

“I’ve seen you around,” she said. “Last time was in the lake behind Sarah’s house, challenging my best friend to a competition you knew she couldn’t refuse.”

“Did I win that competition?” he asked with a half smile. “I don’t remember.”

I grunted.

Three flights of stairs in heels wasn’t easy, and Jackson’s company wasn’t helping. I would find the elevator for the way down for sure.

When we finally made it upstairs, everyone was filing into a room called the Diamond Room. Jackson went in ahead of us. I grabbed hold of Amelia’s arm so she wouldn’t join up with him again, and we stepped inside. At the far end of the room several people were moving a giant painting into place as though they’d just brought it in. It wasn’t labeled like the others in the museum had been but it was amazing. Reds and blues and purples created an abstract ocean. Tossed in the waves was a ship that was falling apart, wooden pieces strewn in the water around it. Goose bumps appeared along my arms. Now that was art.

“Is that painting his?” Amelia asked. “Heath Hall’s?”

“Fake Heath Hall,” I said under my breath. “You think that painting has something to do with his post?”

“I don’t know but are all these people here to support him?”

“What?” I looked around the room and realized it was full of people from our school. “I guess they saw his post just like we did.”

“True.”

“Split up?” I asked. I recognized so many people from the list we’d made and now they were all here in the same place. This would save me so much time.