Alexa was absolutely definitely not going to try. “You didn’t mention my last name, did you?”

“I didn’t have to.”

Alexa’s heart was in her throat. No, higher: in her mouth. “Why not?” The drip of panic had become a flood.

“He already knew it.”

“He knew my last name?”

“How would he be looking for you if he didn’t know your name? I kinda have to go, Alexa, we’re getting a line and I’m like totally hiding around the back and Lori is looking for me—”

Alexa pressed her knees together to keep her legs from trembling. “Just tell me one more thing. You said he was serious. But was he scary?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t seem scary. He was just a guy.”

“You didn’t tell him my address, did you?”

Hannah chortled. “I don’t even know your address, Amazon. How would I tell him? I just told him to look for your Jeep if he wanted to find you.”

“Next person in line!” said the girl behind the counter.

“You told him to look for my Jeep?”

“Yeah. Don’t you live on High Street?” asked Hannah.

“Yeah,” said Alexa. It was the only syllable she could muster.

“I don’t know what number though.”

“Near the high school. It doesn’t matter. You told him to look for my Jeep?”

“Well, yeah. If he wants to find you. Anyway. Not to freak you out, but like I said, he knew your name, and you know, there is this thing called the Internet, and if you know someone’s name and town it’s not that hard to find out their address.” Alexa sighed. Of course she knew there was this thing called the Internet. “Seriously,” said Hannah. “I have to go now. Lori is freaking out.”

“Yup,” said Alexa. “You already said that. Thanks for calling, I guess.” She wanted to throttle Hannah.

“No worries!”

“Next person!” said the counter girl again, staring directly at Alexa.

“Just a second,” hissed Alexa hypocritically (she hated when people were on their phones when she was serving ice cream). She studied the menu, having completely forgotten what she was about to order.

But she couldn’t concentrate on the crepes. Why had she read Katie’s diary? After that, why had she told Cam what was in the diary? What if Cam wasn’t the former Boy Scout he pretended to be? What if he told someone, and that someone told someone, and so on, and now an evil person from the Griffins’ past was coming for her?

“Are you going to order or not?” said the girl.

“Yes,” snarled Alexa. She thought she could trust Cam, but what if she couldn’t trust anyone? Alexa placed her order and stood off to the side to wait.