LIFE In Rosewood and Brooklyn Williams could tell you all about it . But now it was worse then ever. Detective Darren Wilden was dead and who could possibly be suspect number one ? Probably his enemy number one -Brooklyn .
Could get life get even harder? Oh trust me life is about to become even worse.
Usually Brooklyn would appreciate waking up to loud conversation in Spencer's house but not today."What's going on?" Brooklyn groaned as she stretched out on the plush couch, her eyes still heavy with sleep. The room spun slightly, and she gently rubbed her forehead, trying to shake off the last vestiges of a particularly vivid dream.
"Mona's gone," Aria repeated, her voice barely audible above the sound of the others.
Emily, standing by the window, her hands trembling slightly, turned to face the group. "I knew we shouldn't trust her," she said, her voice filled with a mix of anger and fear.
"My head is throbbing," Brooklyn groaned, pushing herself into a sitting position. "Did I miss something last night?"
Spencer stopped pacing and turned to her, her expression a blend of concern and annoyance. "You completely passed out," she said, her voice echoing the frustration in the room.
"Well," Hanna began, her voice measured and deliberate, "Mona basically explained every question we ever had ,how she did it all."
Aria's eyes flashed with anger as she spoke. "And now that bitch is gone, just like that. She played us, she played all of us."
Mona walked into the room, her hands laden with steaming cups of coffee. She beamed at the sight of them all, looking particularly pleased with herself. "Oh, Brooklyn, I borrowed your car," she said casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The room fell silent as the gravity of her words sank in.
Brooklyn's eyes widened. "My keys are on the table?" she squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced over at the coffee table and, sure enough, her car keys were lying there, a silent testament to Mona's audacity.
Mona nodded, a smug smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, I have my own set," she said, waving her hand dismissively.
Brooklyn took a deep breath, trying to process the situation. "Cool," she managed to murmur, her voice still thick with sleep. The room was tense, the air thick with accusations and unspoken fears.
"Where did you go?" Hanna asked, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife. She leaned forward, her eyes boring into Mona's, demanding an answer.
