“Over five thousand songs on his iPod, and not a single one capable of calming him down. His fingers twitched on the steering wheel, and he called Rakesh on speaker phone. It rang through to voice mail. “Hey, just wanted to tell you about my night. Pretty ordinary stuff, like, I saw the cocaptain of the Brighton lacrosse team crying in a graveyard. He buried something. In a totally normal way. Okay, call me back.” At a red light, he logged in to Facebook. The message from Lacey was only ...two words. Look deeper. Jason felt sick when he read the words. He’d wanted her to finally explain what was going on, but here were more instructions. And they were cryptic — as usual — but Jason still knew exactly what they meant. He had to go back to the graveyard. Alone. In the back of his mind, he’d been thinking about his bed waiting for him. As edgy and tense as he was, the idea of his soft inviting mattress, the plush down comforter, the fluffy pillows — his bed was calling to him like a siren.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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