A vague, heavy dread was building inside me, a slow simmer of foreboding, compared to the rapid boil of panic Id felt when I saw Heidis shadow-shroud. The deaths were connected. They had to be.
Emma was watching me again, and I must have looked as sick as I felt because she put one hand on my shoulder. Thanks, Jimmy. See ya Wednesday.
On the way home, Emma loosened her seat belt and twisted in the passenger seat to frown at me in the dark, her face a mask of grim fascination. How weird was that? First you predict that girls death at Taboo. Then tonight, another girl falls down dead at the theater, just like last night.
I flicked on my blinker to pass a car in the right lane. Theyre not the same, I insisted, in spite of my own similar thoughts. Heidi Anderson was drunk. She probably died of alcohol poisoning.
Nuh-uh. Emma shook her head, blond hair bouncing in the corner of my vision. The news said they tested her blood. She was drunk, but not that drunk.
I shrugged, uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. So she passed out and hit her head when she fell.
If she did, dont you think the cops would have figured that out by now? When I didnt answer, Emma continued, shielding her eyes from the glare of a passing highway light. I dont think they know what killed her. I bet thats why they havent scheduled her funeral yet.
My hands tightened on the wheel, and I glanced at her in surprise. What are you, spying on the dead girl?
She shrugged. Just watching the news. Im groundedwhat else is there to do? Besides, this is the weirdest thing that ever happened around here. And the fact that you predicted one of them is beyond bizarre.
I flicked on my blinker again and swerved off the highway at our exit, forcing my hand to relax around the wheel. I didnt even want to think about my premonition anymore, much less talk about it. You dont know the deaths are connected. Its not like they were murdered. At least not the girl in Arlington. Mike saw her die.
She could have been poisoned. Emma insisted, but I continued, ignoring her as I slowed to make the turn onto her street.
And even if they are connected, they have nothing to do with us.
You knew the first one was going to die.
Yeah, and I hope it never happens again.
Emma frowned but let the subject go. After I dropped her off, I pulled into an empty lot down the street from her house and called Nash.
Hello? In the background, I heard gunfire and shouting, until he turned down the volume on his TV.
Hey, its Kaylee. Are you busy?
Just avoiding homework. Whats up?
I stared out the windshield at the dark parking lot, and my heart seemed to stumble over the next few beats while I worked up my nerve.
Kaylee? You there?
Yeah. I closed my eyes and forced the next words out before my throat froze up. Can I use your computer? I need to look something up, but I cant do it at home without Sophie snooping. And I did not want my aunt to bring me laundry without knockingas was her habitand see what I was looking up online.
No problem.
But second thoughts came fast and hard. I should not be alone with Nash in his housethat whole willpower thing again.
He laughed as if he knew what I was thinking. Or heard it in my nervous silence. Dont worry. My moms here.
Relief and disappointment came in equal parts, and I fought to let neither leak into my voice. Thats fine. I started the engine, my headlights carving arcs of light across the dark gravel lot. You hungry?
I was about to nuke a pizza.
Interested in a burger?
Always.
Twenty minutes later, I parked on the street in front of his house and got out of the car, a fast-food bag in one hand, drink tray in the other. Again, his mothers Saab was in the driveway, but this time the door was closed.
I crossed the small, neat yard and stepped onto the porch, but Nash opened the front door before I could knock. Hey, come on in. He took the drinks and held the door open, and I stepped past him into a clean, sparsely decorated living room.
Nash set the cups on an end table and stuffed his hands in his pockets while I looked around. His mothers furniture wasnt new or as upscale as Aunt Vals, but it looked much more comfortable. The hardwood floor was worn but spotless, and the entire house smelled like chocolate-chip cookies.
At first I assumed the scent was from a candle like the ones Aunt Val lit at Christmas, to give the impression that she knows how to bake. But then I heard an oven door creak open to the left of the living room, and that cookie-scent swelled. Mrs. Hudson was actually baking.
When my gaze returned to Nash, I found him looking at my shirt, but in amusement, rather than real interest. Which is when I realized I was still wearing my Ciné uniform. Way to dress the part, Kaylee
Nash laughed when he saw my surprise, then gestured toward a narrow hallway branching off the living room. Come on But before hed taken two steps, the swinging door into the kitchen opened, and a slim, well-proportioned woman appeared in the doorway, barefoot, in snug jeans and a blue-ribbed tee.
Im not sure what Id expected Nashs mom to look like, but this woman did not fit the bill. She was young. Like, thirty. But that couldnt be right, because Nash was eighteen. She wore her long, dark blond curls pulled into a simple ponytail, except for a few ringlets that had fallen to frame her face.
She could have been his older sister. His very hot older sister. Aunt Val would hate her.
When Mrs. Hudsons eyes found mine, the world seemed to stop moving. Or rather, she stopped moving. Completely. As if she werent even breathing. I guess I wasnt what shed expected either. Nashs exes were all beautiful, and I bet none of them had ever come over in a shapeless purple polo with the Ciné logo embroidered on one shoulder.
Regardless, the intense way she stared at me unnerved me, like she was trying to read my thoughts in my eyes, and I had an unbearable urge to close them in case thats exactly what she was doing. Instead, I clutched the fast-food bag in both hands and returned her look with a frank one of my own, because she didnt look angry. Only very curious.
After several uncomfortable seconds, she flashed a beautiful, un-motherly smile and nodded, as if she approved of whatever shed seen in me. Hi, Kaylee, Im Harmony. Nashs mom wiped her right hand on the front of her jeans, leaving a faint, palm-shaped smudge of flour, then stepped forward and reached out for mine. I shook her hand hesitantly. Ive heard so much about you.
Shed heard about me?
I glanced up to see Nash scowling at his mother, and had the distinct impression Id just missed him shaking his head, or shooting her some other silent shut up! signal.
What was I missing?
Its nice to meet you too, Mrs. Hudson. I suppressed the urge to wipe residual flour onto my work pants.
Oh, its not Mrs. Her smile softened, though her eyes never left mine. Its been just me and Nash for years now. What about you, Kaylee? Tell me about your parents.
Ium
Nashs fingers folded around mine and I let him pull me close. Kaylee needs to borrow my computer. He gestured to the grease-stained bag I still held in one hand. Were gonna eat while we work.
For a moment, Ms. Hudson looked like she might object. Then she shot Nash a stern smile. Leave the door open.
Nash mumbled a vague acknowledgment, then headed down the short, dim hallway with the drink tray. Still speechless, I followed him, the fast-food bag clutched to my chest.
Nashs room was casual and comfortable, and I liked it instantly. His bed was unmade, and his desk was cluttered with CDs, Xbox games, and junk-food wrappers. The TV was on, but he hit the power button as he passed it, and whatever hed been watching flashed into a silent black screen.
His desk chair was the only one in the room, and the open can of Coke on the desk said he was sitting there. For a moment, I froze like a rabbit in the crosshairs, staring at the bed, the only other place to sit, while my pulse whooshed in my ears.
Nash laughed and pushed the door to within an inch of closed, waving toward the bed with his empty hand. Its not gonna fold up into the wall.
I was more worried about it swallowing me whole. And I couldnt help wondering how many girls had sat there before me.
Finally embarrassed into action, I shoved aside an unopened chemistry book and sat on the edge of the bed, already digging in the paper bag. Here. I handed him a burger and a carton of fries.
He set the food on the desk and sank into the chair, jiggling the mouse until his monitor flared to life. What are we looking for? he asked, then folded a fry into his mouth.
I unwrapped my own burger, considering how best to phrase my answer. But there was no good way to put what I had to say. Another girl died tonight. At the Ciné in Arlington. A guy I work with was there, and he said she just fell over dead, holding a bag of popcorn.
Nash blinked at me, frozen in mid-chew. Youre serious? he asked after he swallowed, and I nodded. You think its connected to that girl in the West End?
I shrugged. I didnt predict this one, but its even weirder than what happened at Taboo. I want details. So I could prove to myself that the two deaths werent as similar as they sounded.
Okay, hang on He typed something into the address bar, and a search engine appeared on the monitor. Arlington?
Yeah, I said, around a bite of my burger.
Nash typed as he chewed, and links began filling the screen. He clicked on the first one. Here it is. It was a Dallas news channels Web sitethe station that had aired the story about Heidi Anderson the day before.
I leaned closer to see over his shoulder, acutely aware of how good he smelled, and Nash read aloud. Local authorities are perplexed by the death of the second metroplex teenager in as many days. Late this afternoon, fifteen-year-old Alyson Baker died in the lobby of the Ciné 9, in the Six Flags mall. Police have yet to determine her cause of death, but have ruled out drugs and alcohol as factors. According to one witness, Baker just fell over dead at the concession counter. A memorial will be held tomorrow at Stephen F. Austin High School for Baker, who was a sophomore there, and a cheerleader.