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The idea sent a thrilling jolt through Mia. She didn’t want to kill Sarah, but if Sarah accidentally died, then …

The thrill turned to apprehension. Could she be accused of murder? If Sarah died, would the police figure out she’d been poisoned with GHB? Could the cops find out how the GHB had gotten into her system? Could they find out that Mia had put the GHB in Sarah’s tequila shot?

Mia took a deep breath, her heart slamming. She couldn’t go to jail. She wouldn’t survive it. The cops could not find out that she had?—

“Don’t tell me you’re worried, too,” Alex said, his tone annoyed, accusing.

Startled, Mia stared at Alex. “What?”

“You look upset,” Alex said. “Don’t be. I’m sure she’s fine …”

“But if she’s not?” Jason asked.

Alex frowned. “What the fuck do you care?”

Jason shook his head but said nothing.

Wary of the tension, Mia said, “Probably too much tequila. Don’t worry. Sarah will be fine …”

CHAPTER 25

SARAH

“What did you say?” Chris demanded.

“You heard me!” Grace screamed. “Alex is dead!”

“What are you talking about? Chris asked.

Sarah wondered the same thing, frowning as Grace paced frantically, her eyes wild and crazed. Alex was dead. How could that be true? Sarah didn’t understand. Chris tried to restrain Grace, who was hysterical, like a chicken with its head cut off, or like chicken little, screaming that the sky was falling. Fighting her own rising panic, Sarah turned to Jason, but he was paralyzed with shock, his face drained of color, brows furrowed.

Sarah was wondering what the hell was happening when another question supplanted itself in her mind.

Where was Phil?

She’d hoped to talk to him this morning, alone, after theirconversation last night, when she’d confessed Alex’s revised plan to him.

“He’s going to kill you,” Sarah had said.

“Wow … well, I would ask if you’re serious, or if you were sure,” Phil said. “But I already know the answers. Because I know Alex. I know what he’s capable of so I know you’re serious and you’re sure.”

“I wish I weren’t,” Sarah said.

Phil looked at her. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I had to,” she said.

Shaking his head, Phil said, “No, you didn’t. Considering what happened?—”

“The past is not important right now,” she said, not wanting to think about the horrible things that had been done that night. “You need to concentrate on the present. Alex wants to kill you. What are you going to do?”

Chuckling mirthlessly, Phil sighed. “I’m going to make sure I don’t get myself killed.”

Sarah had stared at him. “What does that mean?”

Phil didn’t answer, just told her he needed to think and wanted to be alone.

Sarah spent the night tossing and turning, wondering if she’d done the right thing, telling Phil about Alex’s plans. What if she’d been wrong? What if Alex had just been overreacting to the situation? Sarah didn’t think Alex was capable of murder. Yes, Alex was deceitful, narcissistic, and manipulative, but a murderer?

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