What I saw froze me in place. I stared at the screen, my mouth dropping open.

This Lily Rose person had sent Jennifer a flurry of messages in the last twenty-four hours of Jennifer’s life. They were read by Jennifer, but she’d chosen not to respond.

This isn’t over.

You can’t do this.

Who do you think you are?

It’s going to get bad for you. Very, very bad.

I’m coming.

CHAPTER SIXTY

First, I took a screenshot of the conversation. Then I called Blake again, and this time when I received his voice mail greeting, I insisted he call me as soon as possible.

“I don’t care where you are or what you’re doing—you need to call me.”

Kyle might have created a fake account, an alias, to be able to write to Jennifer and threaten her. I knew that people sometimes created fake accounts in order to reach out to people who might have blocked them. But if Kyle was heading over to Jennifer’s house the night she died, had they completely fallen out?

And given the nature of the threats, wouldn’t she have gone to the police?

Maybe she had. The cops felt compelled to tell me only things that involved me. Nothing else. When they referred on the radio to other suspects and evidence, that could have been it. They might already have known someone else had made threats against Jennifer.

Lily Rose’s Facebook profile showed nothing. No photos, no personal information. A ghost. Spam accounts popped up all over social media, accounts meant to generate clicks and spread advertising, but I’d never heard of one being created just to threaten someone. Someone who later ended up being murdered on the floor of her own bedroom.

I considered sending a message to that account but decided against it. If I didn’t hear from Blake, I’d go to the police on my own. I’d tell them what they needed to know and hope for no more involvement.

As if my mind had been read, the phone rang. It jarred me so much, the hard, insistent ringing, that I jumped in my seat, my heart racing like it had received a massive shot of caffeine.

“Thank God,” I said. “Blake.”

Except it wasn’t. The caller ID screen told me Amanda was calling.

A dark shadow fell over my mind. Why was she calling? It made sense she would just be checking in, but something felt off—

“Hello?”

“I think you need to come over here,” she said in the low voice she used when Henry napped.

“Did something happen? Is Henry okay?”

“He’s okay. He’s good. He’s in the other room with my parents. I’m trying to keep them from hearing me.”

“Why?”

“Look, can you just come back? Are you done with whatever Blake wanted?”

“He didn’t show.”