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  98. About the Author
  99. Also by Meg Mitchell Moore
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It was only then that Alexa realized something, and that something caused her to stop short and stand still in the middle of her bedroom. She realized that a current of fear was running alongside the caffeinelike buzz of excitement. What if Katie was right? What if there were bad men out there? What if they’d been following Katie and Sherri, and by association they were now following Alexa? Weren’t there, like, people who could spy on your Web searches if they knew your IP address or something? Did phones have IP addresses? What even was an IP address? What if she’d left a digital trail, and someone had found it? What if somebody knew that she knew what she knew?

What if those people followed her all the way to Canobie Lake, where she would be responsible for two young girls amid throngs of people? She needed backup.

She held her phone for a moment, studying her contact list. There was literally nobody to call. Caitlin and Destiny were out of the question. Tyler was still in Silver Lake, probably with @silvergurl.

There was one person, actually. But he probably didn’t want to hear from her: she’d burned that bridge before construction had even begun.

The bad men, the bad men, the bad men.

He answered on the first ring.

“Hey,” she said, all cautious. “Sorry about how I acted at the casino. I—I had some things on my mind. I wasn’t myself.” She didn’t wait for a reply. “Anyway. I’m taking my sister and her friend to Canobie Lake and I was thinking it might be more fun to have somebody who’s not, like, eleven, there to keep me company, so is there any chance you’re free today and want to come?”

She said all of that without taking a breath; she exhaled and waited in an agony of regret, chastising herself. She shouldn’t have called. He’d never want to go.

“No apologies necessary, Alexa,” said Cam. “I would love to accompany you to Canobie Lake.” She could practically hear him smiling. “The Boston Tea Party? The Yankee Cannonball? I love that place.”

She and Morgan collected Katie on Olive Street, then headed back out to Turkey Hill for Cam, then hit the highway.