Page 43 of Dead Girls Can't Tell Secrets

This is why Jacey didn’t want me to talk to Abby.

This whole time, ithasbeen her.

The answer was staring me in the face at the waterfall, but I couldn’t see it. I thought we were the same because we’d both hurt people. But Jacey didn’t stop at kissing Noah. She must’ve decided Piper was too much competition.

“I won’t let on that I know,” I say, taking my arm from Abby. “Thanks for telling me.”

Still woozy, I brush past her and stagger through the camp, not sure what I’m going to do when I get to the tent. Do I confront Jacey or wait until we get down the mountain and tell the cops?

I reach the tent, my heart thwacking against my ribs as I unzip it. Inside, I point my light at Jacey’s side, and my heart tumbles down to the nylon floor.

Her sleeping bag is empty.

Chapter 17

Jacey’s shoes, sweatshirt, and flashlight are gone. Did she try to head back down the mountain?

I rush to Noah’s tent, whispering his name as I crouch like a cougar beneath the watery moonlight.

The front flap unzips, but it’s Tyler’s head that pokes out. “What’s going on?” he asks, rubbing sleepy eyes.

“I need Noah,” I say, trying to keep the panic from my voice.

“He’s not here. Left with Jacey a few minutes ago.”

“He left?” I run both hands through my hair, turning in the direction of the trail and seeing only a black abyss. “Do you know where they went?”

He shakes his head, but his shoulders stiffen. “What’s wrong, Savannah?”

I exhale, ruffling the loose hairs framing my face. “Nothing.” My head falls back. “I don’t know.”

“Should I get Mr. Davis?”

“No!” The word flies out like a shot, and Tyler flinches.

“Sorry, I just—everything’s fine. I’ll talk to him in the morning.” I walk away from his tent, barely feeling my feet against the ground.

Maybe I’m overreacting. Maybe Jacey doesn’t know I’m on to her and she and Noah are simply off in the woods, reenacting what happened in that photo booth.

Or maybe she and Noah are in on this together. They could be on their way down the mountain, ready to destroy anything that could implicate them.

I kick a branch, sending it flying straight into my tent. I’m an idiot for not handing that note and Piper’s phone over to the cops. Now I’m trapped up here with no phone signal.

Still, if Jacey was the one behind all of this…who is Alex?

My head is in my hands as I pace in front of my tent. I barely feel the cold as nerves buzz beneath my skin.

“They went to the Point.” The voice is small and soft, but it sends every hair on my neck upright. I turn toward the sound, finding a figure silhouetted against the moonlit forest.

“How do you know that?” I ask, shining my light at Alexandra, who steps closer, a small book clutched to her chest.

She shrugs. “I’m a journalist.”

“So, a spy.” But relief floods my body.

“I followed you and Abby to the woods. I heard enough. And when I tried to sneak back inside my tent, I overheard Jacey and Noah whispering about taking a midnight stroll to the Point.”

Heat courses from deep in my gut up to my jaw. Did the cops even examine that place? There could be something there—some small shred of evidence left behind. Something Jacey wants to keep buried. “How romantic. Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation with Abby?”

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