Chapters (47)
- Cover
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- 2 Months Later
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
- Books by Kasie West
- Back Ad
- About the Publisher
I tapped my fingers lightly on the keyboard, waiting for a fast response from Heath Hall like I’d gotten the other night, but was left with lots of white screen waiting to be filled with message bubbles. He couldn’t be online all the time. I shouldn’t have gotten on the computer the second I walked in the door anyway. I should’ve called Amelia and yelled at her for ditching me.
So I did.
“What took you so long?” she responded.
“I started asking Ms. Lin about the best artists she taught.”
“For the Heath Hall thing again?”
“Yes.”
“And did you find out anything?”
“Nope. She acted like she had some legal contract to keep names secret. Kind of like all the people who know who Heath Hall is and won’t say.”
“Well, don’t forget there are a bunch of people who just say whatever random name they think of too.”
“That’s probably part of his game.”
“True. I’m sorry I couldn’t wait for you. I tried to text you that, but you must not have gotten it.”
“No, I got them. Too late. So your aunt is in town?”
“Yes, and my mom wanted me to come straight home after practice.”
“Aunt Faye?”
“The very one. It should be a fun week,” she said in a monotone voice. “Oh.” Her voice was back to its animated self. “Guess what I saw online just now?”
“That Heath Hall is going to bungee jump this weekend?”
“You saw that too?”
“Yes.”
“So are we going to witness another Heath Hall event?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I mean, what’s the point? I’m sure he’ll be wearing a mask again.”
“The point is that we have nothing better to do and it’s obvious that you really want to know who he is, despite what you’re saying.”
She was right. I did want to know. I’d been trying to deny it or write it off as curiosity, but it was more than that. “I’m worried it’s someone I actually know. For that second I thought it was Robert, I was terrified.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want to be blindsided. Caught off guard. I don’t like secrets. At least not when other people are keeping them.”
“It’s your controlling nature.”
“I’m not controlling.”
She ignored my protest. “Maybe his mask will fall off as he’s flying through the air. Or maybe when he hits the water.”
“Hardly anyone hits the water off that bridge. Did you?”