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A dead man. A murderer. Five teenagers. One night, a man is shot dead by a police officer. The rest of the oblivious town begins to spin their own stories about the crime, but five teenagers know the truth. They know a tourist who accidentally caught it all on camera, and they have until sunrise before they get the footage from him and bring the truth to light. Reckless, bored, and foolish, the five of them set off on a wild, spiraling chase across San Viejo's streets, backroads, dead ends, and burning bridges. Along the way, they experience a night that is electric, fun, and daunting; enough to turn their whole lives around. For better or for worse is not a question they need to answer. Yet. But how long will their imaginary capes last once the monsters of the world they're fighting begin to bite back?

In the middle of the night, Cora Flair heard a knock on her window. Who could it be? Much to her surprise it was Nova Turner, the bassist of her favorite band. Before Cora could let her in, Nova's hand slipped, leading her to accidentally fall to her death. What should she do? Because in the middle of the night, Cora Flair heard a knock on her window. Who could it be? Much to her surprise it was Nova Turner, the bassist of her favorite band. Before Cora could let her in, Nova's hand slipped, leading her to accidentally fall to her death. A scream was heard in the middle of the night, and Cora Flair heard a knock on her window. Who could it be? Much to her surprise it was Nova Turner, the bassist of her favorite band. Before Cora could let her in, Nova's hand slipped, leading her to accidentally fall to her death. Bones were broken in the middle of the night, and Cora Flair heard a knock on her window. Who could it be? Much to her surprise it was Nova Turner, the bassist of her favorite band. Before Cora could let her in, Nova's hand slipped, leading her to accidentally fall to her death. What the fuck is happening? In the middle of the night, Cora Flair heard a knock on her window. Who could it be?

Three months ago, my best friend Frankie, jumped onto the train tracks and died . . . but there's more to tell. I'm Rowan, Frankie's best friend, and I have a confession. -