She pulled a warm flannel nightgown over her head and eased her aching body into bed, pulled the covers to her chin. No more nausea, thank goodness. Mia lay there not moving, waiting for the aspirin to kick in, the only light her bedside lamp. She couldn’t stop reliving the shock of the headlights, tripping over the curb, those wonderful garbage cans, pushing desperately backward to get away from the car. It was when she pictured how the car had come at her that it hit her—What if Lex was wrong? What if the driver wasn’t crazy drunk or drugged out? What if he was trying to hit her on purpose?

Oh, shut up. Lex was right. Full moon, too much booze or drugs. But once she thought it, she couldn’t let it go. Had Alex Harrington tried to kill her? Was it because of what she’d found out, what she might prove? Someone she’d spoken to had called him, Miles Lombardy had confirmed that. It made sense he’d found out about the photos, that she knew about his ear. Maybe she’d been followed. Alex could have known exactly where she was since she was with his chief staffer. Could it mean Juliet was in danger, too?

Mia sat up, pulled her cell out of the charger, and dialed Tommy Maitland.

He picked up on the second ring, surprise in his voice. “Mia, isn’t it late for you to be calling?” At her silence, his voice changed to what she called his FBI voice, lower, more controlled. “Something’s happened, hasn’t it? Are you all right?”

“Yes, I’m all right.” She rushed through her evening of drinks with Miles Lombardy, her walk to the subway, the sedan coming out of nowhere toward her, her rescue by Lex Luthor, yes, that was his name. “I’m making myself crazy, Tommy. I mean, Lex was probably right, wasn’t he? A crazy drunk? Or a hallucinating druggie?”

Though Tommy was silent, Mia could nearly hear him thinking. He said finally, “Sure, it’s possible, but . . . is there something you haven’t told me?”

She let out a breath. “There’s a whole lot that’s happened in the last couple of days. Even if the car tonight hadn’t nearly hit me, I still would have called. Are you sitting down?” She started with what she’d seen at the rave, her suspicions after she spoke with Kent Harper, still the gamer with his sword, about Juliet Calley and Alex Harrington’s lacrosse coach at Bennington Prep confirming his earlobe was torn by a lacrosse stick. “I know it all sounds circumstantial, Tommy, but here’s the thing—once Juliet Calley admitted Alex, her fiancé, and Kent, had roofied and raped her, together, I have no doubt they killed Serena.”