Within a few hours, the incident was all over the media. In the papers, on television, even posted on the billboard right beside the post office.
Kendal waved absently as Cady climbed into her mom's minivan. "Text me." Cady mouthed as the car started and rumbled down the driveway.
"I can't believe this." Cady's mom started, clenching the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles began to turn white. "At two in the morning, I get a call saying you and Kendal are missing. One hour later, Mrs. Winters calls again, saying you're alright. Fast forward another thirty minutes, and there's a reported murder on television. What the hell happened last night?"
Cady rolled down her window, feeling the cold air on her rosy cheeks, "Mom, I swear, we had nothing to do with that. We were only late because the line was so long at the grocery store."
"You really expect me to believe that?"
"Are you accusing me of murder right now?" Cady gasped, looking at her mom through the mirror at the front of the car.
Silence.
Cady picked at the zipper of her winter coat, "I'm telling you, Mom, we were just as surprised to hear about the murder as you and everyone else."
"Yeah," Cady's mom muttered softly, feeling defeated, "Alright."
As they pulled up to the house, Cady couldn't help but wonder what Kendal was doing this very moment. Burning the clothes she had been wearing that night, she hoped.
The clothes.
How had Kendal's mom not noticed Kendal's sudden change of clothes?
Cady held her head in her hands.
They were going to get caught.
The car tires screeched, and Cady realized they were now in the garage. Hopping out, she popped open the front door and hurried to her room.
She then pulled her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans.
16 unread messages.
Cady frantically ran her finger across her phone, unlocking it and pulling up her messages. There were two from Troy, and a few more from Ren and Courtney.
The rest were from Kendal.
Biting her lip, Cady opened their conversation, and nearly screamed in frustration at what she saw.
Hello? Cady, are you home yet? Tell me when you get this.
Sent at 6:44AM
Oh my God, Cady. I'm freaking out. Please text back.
Sent at 6:46AM
I can't believe I did that. It wasn't me, Cady. You have to tell them it wasn't me.
Sent at 6:50AM
There were several more, all of which were just as desperate and just as infuriating.
Angrily tapping at her keyboard, Cady texted back, What're you thinking, Kendal? We need to talk in person, not over text. It isn't safe.
Almost immediately her message was marked as read, and Kendal began typing. Focusing on her breathing, Cady waited for the reply.
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20 Reasons to Let Go
RomanceIf somebody were to tell Cady Somber that her best friend would be a murderer some day, she wouldn't of believed them. But now, with a police siren whining behind her, and Kendal Winters sprinting ahead of her, she doesn't know who to believe anymor...
