Framed

He died on my lawn. They said I killed him.

When I opened my front door that morning, I didn't expect to find my boyfriend's body on the grass - cold, still, and staring at nothing. The police said it was obvious. The neighbours said I looked guilty.

I said I was innocent.

But no one believes a girl who loved the victim.

Now I'm running out of time. With Jace's brother and my best friend, I'm piecing together what really happened that night - the messages, the threats, the people who wanted him dead.

Every clue drags us deeper into something bigger - a cover-up, an assassination, a secret that's worth killing for.

I just wanted the truth.
But the truth is what might get us all killed.