The Return: Death, Runaways, and Romance (Ocean Mist Book 3) by Brenda Maxfield

Author:Brenda Maxfield [Maxfield, Brenda]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Tica House Publishing
Published: 2014-03-19T04:00:00+00:00

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At seven o’clock that night, someone banged on our condo door. I heard it all the way upstairs. I slid off my bed and was going for the stairs when Serena met me head on. Her hair was deep purple and twisted into a strange bun on the top of her head.

“Serena? What’s going on?”

She rushed by me, yanking on my arm to pull me with her. When we got inside my room, she slammed the door behind us.

“You won’t believe it.”

“What?”

“Fresh Meat committed murder.” A look of delight covered her face.

“No, he didn’t.”

“Yeah, he did. That’s why he’s running.” She plopped onto the middle of the bed and grabbed my pillow, hugging it to her chest. “Isn’t that delicious?”

I sat with her. “Yeah, it would be if it was true.”

“But it is. Jared overheard some guys in the locker room, I don’t know who, and he posted it.”

I jumped from the bed. “What? Jared posted it online?”

Serena threw my pillow down. “Geez, Phillips, your pillow stinks. Ever hear of a washing machine?”

I hunched over my computer and clicked onto Jared’s page. There it was: Hey, did you know the new guy is wanted for murder?

“What a coward. He didn’t even call him by name.” I sank to my desk chair and skimmed through the replies.

“There’s such a thing as slander, dim-wit. He’s being careful.” Serena slid off the bed and hovered behind me. “Hey, don’t scroll so fast. I can’t read all the comments.”

I ignored her. Looked like the entire school was jumping on board. The comments ranged from, You’re lying to Whoa, who’d he kill? I rolled my eyes. Fresh Meat was an idiot. Who talked about stuff like that in the locker room?

I pushed back from the computer with an ache in my throat. How would he feel? If he saw this, how would he feel?

Serena had pulled her phone from her pocket and was busy thumbing across the screen. She laughed. “Hey, did you see Amanda’s comment? Like she knew he was a killer from his looks. That girl is seriously sick.”

“I wonder if Fresh Meat knows,” I asked. “I should call him.”

“You have his number?” Serena glanced up from her phone with wide eyes. “What aren’t you telling me?”

I didn’t have his number. I didn’t even know why I said that. “Nothing,” I answered. “Just thought I’d be polite. But I don’t have his number.”

“We can find it,” Serena said. She plunked back onto my bed.

“How?”

“Oh Tiffany, Tiffany, you underestimate me.”

“No, I don’t. How?”

“I’m a member of sleuth.com. We can find out anything.”

I stared at her. Sleuth.com? Was she kidding? And since when?

“Don’t look at me like that. Don’t you remember that time my mom was sneaking around?”

“What are you even talking about?”

Serena dropped her hands to her lap. “You don’t remember? Are you even my friend?”

“Don’t be stupid. I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

“Two years ago? Before the divorce was final? Hello?”

I scanned my brain. I did remember a time around Thanksgiving a few years back when Serena was a total witch.

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