Page 1 of Fatal Betrayal

PROLOGUE

Eighteen years earlier….

Fourteen-year-old Andi Hart hopped off her bike as she and Cooper Bradford reached the top of the hill. Her heart was pumping, and she was sweating in her shorts and tank top. It was almost ten o'clock at night, and it was still seventy-five degrees in Beachwood Canyon, a hilly neighborhood just below the infamous Hollywood sign. The streets were steep and curvy, with single homes tucked in between thick trees.

The moon was full tonight, giving them plenty of light, which should make their job easier. They walked their bikes behind the big oak tree across the street from where their principal, Donald Jenkins, lived. Mr. Jenkins was a married man whose wife and baby had gone to Texas for the week to visit his wife's mother.

Andi probably shouldn't know that, but she'd made it her business to know everything about the man who had gotten her favorite teacher suspended two days ago. She couldn’t just stand by and do nothing when someone she liked was in trouble.

"This is stupid," Cooper declared.

She turned her head and frowned at his look of annoyance. She'd been seeing that look a lot on his face. In the past year, he'd grown three inches, his blond hair had gotten longer, and his teenage body was filling out in a way that made her feel a little uncomfortable around him. They'd been best friends since they were eight, but lately Cooper seemed to find her irritating and she sometimes felt that way about him, too.

"It's not stupid," she said. "It's going to happen. We just have to wait."

"You don't know if anything is going to happen, and even if you're right, even if Mr. Jenkins is banging his wife's best friend, what are we going to do about it?"

"We're going to use it as leverage to get him to bring Ms. Taylor back. He only suspended her because she made us read a book he doesn't like."

Cooper gave her a long-suffering look. "You are not going to blackmail our principal, Andi. You'll get thrown out of school. You'll get us both expelled. And I don't think our parents are going to be happy about that."

"He won't know it's us. We'll just take some photos and send them to Mr. Jenkins anonymously. We don't have to do anything else. He won't want his wife to know. He'll cave," she said confidently. But Cooper's doubts were giving her some doubts as well. She didn't want to get expelled, although that might actually get her parents to pay some attention to her.

Cooper sat down on the curb, stretching out his long legs. "You know you don't have to make up shit just to get out of the house, Andi. There doesn't have to be a big mystery to solve. You could have just said you wanted to go for a ride, so you didn't have to hear your parents fight."

"I'm not making this up. I heard Ms. Taylor talking to her friend on the phone about how Mr. Jenkins had a lot of nerve trying to act like he was so ethical when it was clear he was cheating on his wife."

"Then maybe she should be trying to blackmail him instead of us," Cooper said, always practical. "What are your parents fighting about tonight?"

She hated that he knew her so well. "Who knows?" She sat down on the curb next to him. "I don't like listening to them. It makes me want to throw up."

"Do you think they're going to get a divorce?"

Her stomach churned at that thought. She didn't want her parents to split up, but a part of her thought they might all be happier if they did. "I don't know. I don't want to talk about it. Look, Mr. Jenkins turned a light on upstairs, and the curtains are open."

"There aren't any cars around. I don't think anyone else is there," Cooper said. "This is a bad plan, Andi."

"You don't have to stay."

"Yes, I do," he said, meeting her gaze. "I always do."

An odd little flutter ran through her. She didn't understand it. She didn't want anything to change between them, but it seemed to be happening anyway. Although, he did keep coming out with her, even if he spent a lot of time telling her how dumb her ideas were. Maybe they were stupid. Maybe she was just looking for a distraction, something else to think about, some problem she could actually fix.

The lights in the house they were watching suddenly went out.

"That's it," Cooper said. "Nothing is going to happen tonight. Nothing that we can see, anyway."

"Maybe not," she said wearily. Now, she'd have to go home and hope that the fight was over. She reluctantly got to her feet and got on her bike.

As they headed back down the windy hilly streets that led to their houses, which were directly across the street from each other, the wind blew her brown-haired ponytail back and she felt the coolest she'd been all day.

She loved being out at night. In the dark shadows, she felt free. Of course, her parents didn't know she was out. They thought she was in her room, and they'd be too busy fighting to notice she was gone.

She remembered when her mom and dad used to creep into her room after she'd gone to bed. They'd tuck her in, kiss her forehead, and whisper that they loved her. She'd always pretended to be asleep because she liked the feeling of their love. And when they were gone, she'd sneak her book out and read by flashlight until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. But they hadn't come into her room in a long time.

Her anger and sadness sent her flying down the hill, even faster than she usually liked to ride. She was almost at the bottom of the hill when a car sped through the intersection, and she slammed on the brakes, stopping so fast she almost landed in the bushes of the house on the corner.

Cooper caught up to her a second later. "What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Why are you riding so fast?"

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