Thursday, June 28th, 2012, 10:37 p.m, Jace Devron, aged sixteen, laid motionless, left for dead on the cold, damp pavement. Connor Hale, aged eighteen, jogged down the empty street of his small town, hood up, blood caked on his knuckles and splattered on his face. Flakes of rust dusted on his thigh from the crowbar he had used to bludgeon Jace Devron.
Friday, June 29th, 2012, 8:56 a.m, Jace Devron, aged sixteen, was found dead. Cause of death was massive trauma to his skull and internal bleeding below his rib cage. Connor Hale brags to a friend that he, “taught Devron a lesson,” Connor Hale was later taken into custody as a prime suspect.
One year later, Connor Hale is on trial for the murder of Jace Devron. Aspects of the case will be revealed that even police could only scarcely fathom. Including motive, the crime in itself and the guilt behind Connor Hale’s poker face.
"He is talking to me. Why can't you understand?"
"Easter, the dead don't talk to the living!"
"Oh well, then maybe he's not dead. Or maybe I am not living."
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Nothing this bad had ever happened in the town of Drakedon.
Daniel Smith, the shady and mysterious but absolutely gorgeous new boy at Drakedon high died during a school trip leaving her rich and popular girlfriend. Easter, devastated and broken beyond repairs.
She was struggling to cope with a loss that she couldn't even believe was true. Daniel Smith couldn't die, him of all people. And as if to only confirm her doubts, a notification popped on her phone: Yours.
She clicked on it and her heart dropped as she heard Daniel's voice note, it was him and he was talking to her. But how?
With clear but vague evidence right in her front, Easter was compelled to question herself; What if he didn't die?