Page 88 of Every Time I Go on Vacation, Someone Dies

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re crying.”

I reach up to my face and find tears. “Oh… Someone tried to kill me.”

“What?”

“During the fireworks. They tried to push me down the stairs.”

“Oh my God. Are you okay?”

“Oliver saved me.”

She wraps her arms around me. They’re not the arms I want right now, but they’re much better than nothing. “Connor. You. What’s happening?”

“I don’t know.”

“You didn’t see who it was?”

“No, I just felt a hand on my back… I… I’m such an idiot.”

Harper hugs me tight, then releases me. “It’s not your fault.”

I almost laugh. “First of all, yeah, obviously it is. If someone wants me dead, I’ve clearly done something to piss them off.”

“What’s your second point?”

“Huh?”

“You said ‘first of all.’”

“The second thing is, I’m an idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because I told Oliver to get lost.”

Harper leans her forehead against mine. “Oh, El. You silly girl.”

I pull away. “Is that supposed to help?”

“Sorry. What should we do? Call the police?”

“Why would we call the police?” Connor asks, pulling up next to me with Isabella on his arm.

“God, Connor, not now!”

“Someone’s calling the police?” Shek says, popping his head out from behind them.

The rest of the suspects—I mean, other people on this tour—start to circle us, closing in.

“Eleanor wants to,” Isabella says.

“What?”

“Why?”

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