"Oh, god, no," Elaine breathed, her eyes wide. "It was you?"
"You don't have proof," Abigayle snarled. "Nobody else will ever know."
Elaine grinned, suddenly crafty. "Who's to say that I won't find a stash of crack in your room when I tell the cops? In your beloved guitar, perhaps, or your music box?"
"You won't," Abigayle promised. She reached out and grabbed Elaine's shoulders, spinning her around. Elaine struggled, but it was too late. With one well-placed shove, Elaine went tumbling off the cliff.
Hidden by the darkness, Kiera stifled a scream.
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Don't Forget to Murder Me
Teen FictionMurder - means, motive, opportunity. Abigayle Maralyn Middlesworth had all three. Means - a fast-flowing river, lowered to freezing temperature by the frigid January weather. Motive - proof that she had been involved in Elaine Weaver’s death, kept a...
