In which two complete opposite personalities are drawn together. To Wednesdays surprise, she would have never thought about falling for a boy that had almost nothing in common with her. Lucas Thorpe would have never guessed that Wednesday Addams wou...
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I WOKE TO THE STRANGE SENSATION OF SOMETHING BRUSHING AGAINST MY FACE. Half-asleep, I panicked—thinking it was a roach or a spider—only to find Thing crawling across my cheek.
"What the—Thing?!"
The little traitor smacked me in the nose with a pillow before skittering off.
"You better count your days" I warned, rubbing my face and pointing at him. Thing darted behind Wednesday, who was standing nearby with a mischievous grin.
"I'll admit" she said, folding her arms, "seeing you so hostile is... appealing. Perhaps I am rubbing off on you."
"Hardy har" I muttered, climbing out of bed. "Now move so I can put on my clothes."
I grabbed the outfit I'd tossed aside last night and started pulling it on while Wednesday watched.
"We have a lot of work today" she reminded me matter-of-factly. "If we want to get to the bottom of this case once and for all, we can't waste time."
I grinned as I tugged my shirt over my head. "What do you have planned, babe?" I emphasized the last word just to mess with her.
Her eyes twitched—but she pretended she hadn't heard a thing. "You'll just have to see. Now hurry, we're leaving."
I snapped a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am!"
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As we walked through the quad, Bianca intercepted us. "Come with me. I have information about Mayor Walker's murder."
"You don't have to ask me twice" I said, following her down into the Nightshade library.
The mayor's son was waiting with papers clutched in his hand.
"Printed these off my dad's computer" he said, handing them to Wednesday. "Looks like he was tracking someone—Laurel Gates. He started right after Outreach Day."
"He must've recognized her there" Wednesday muttered, scanning the pages.
"British police said Laurel drowned, but her body was never recovered" the mayor's son continued.
Wednesday read aloud from one of the sheets: "The Gates mansion was purchased a year ago by a ninety-year-old candy heiress. She conveniently died soon after and left everything to her caregiver... Teresa L. Glau."
Bianca frowned. "And that means what?"
"It's an anagram" Wednesday said simply. "For Laurel Gates."
Bianca's eyes widened. "So Laurel buys back her old house, reinvents herself, and returns to Jericho. Why?"
