Hide and Seek (9 page)

“Seriously?” Madeline’s eyes lit up. But then she visibly deflated. “How could we ever get access to that though?”

Ethan licked his lips. “Well…the camera feed goes to an online site that you can access remotely and I’m pretty good with computers. I, uh, hacked into the site at the time to see if I could get the ticket erased.” His cheeks reddened visibly. “I couldn’t, but I did notice they kept an archive of the video footage. The password’s probably changed, but with a little time, I think I could figure out how to get back in.”

“OMG, that would be amazing!” Charlotte squealed.

“That’s badass, Ethan,” Madeline said admiringly. “I had no idea you had it in you.”

The other Lying Game girls cheered and smiled. Only one person looked less than delighted: Thayer. He kept his gaze on the field, even though play hadn’t started yet. “Like it’s really that hard to get ahold of surveillance footage,” he said under his breath, in a voice only Emma could hear. She pretended not to notice.

Emma turned to Ethan. “Are you sure you want to do that?” The last thing she wanted was for Ethan to get in trouble just to make Sutton’s friends like him.

Ethan shrugged. “It’s not a big deal. Honest.”

Suddenly, a shadow fell over Emma. A girl with dark, curly hair in a side ponytail stood in the aisle. Tiny yellow shorts barely covered her thin thighs, and a white T-shirt showed off the outline of her bra. It took Emma only a few seconds to realize it was one of the members of the Devious Four—Bethany something.

“Hi, Ethan,” Bethany said, staring at him and only him. She hitched her shorts even higher.

Ethan blushed, clearly not used to the attention. “Um, hi?”

I rolled my eyes. I was dead and practically memory-less, but even I knew that you never, ever talk to a freshman. You pretended you were too busy to realize they exist, even if you were related to them.

“What are you up to this weekend?” Bethany asked.

Madeline’s and Laurel’s eyes widened. Lili and Gabby already had their phones out, texting furiously.

“Um…” Ethan stalled, glancing at Emma.

It was all Emma could do to not laugh. “He’s hanging out with me,” she said, looping her arm in Ethan’s elbow.

Madeline leaned in. “Why? Does your mom need someone to babysit you?”

Bethany’s cheeks flushed scarlet. She slunk away back to her friends, who surrounded her and started whispering.

Charlotte shook her head. “We definitely need that video footage.”

“Agreed,” Emma said. “Those girls need to go down.”

“Consider it done,” Ethan answered.

“Our hero,” Madeline swooned.

Thayer looked more and more annoyed. He leaned over and stared at Ethan. “Landry, when did you become the man?”

For a second, Ethan looked caught off guard. Then he took a deep breath. “I guess when I started dating the hottest girl in school,” he said smoothly.

Thayer focused his brown eyes on Emma, like he was looking at her for the first time that night. “Yeah, can’t argue with you there,” he said in a wistful tone.

Next to him, Laurel choked on the Diet Coke she was drinking. Thayer spun around instantly and clapped her on the back. “Are you okay?”

Laurel nodded frantically, but she couldn’t breathe for a few more seconds. “Could you get me water?” Laurel spluttered, her eyes tearing up.

“Sure.” Thayer struggled to get up, then limped down the bleachers.

Laurel kept coughing until he was out of sight, then
calmly took another sip of her soda, angling a sidelong glance at Emma. It was a look that said,
You’re not the only one who has him eating out of your hand.

To me, there was something extra to the look, too. It also said,
Stay away. Or else.

People in the Mercers’ neighborhood took Hollier soccer seriously. Following the school’s victory, horns were honking down the street, and the Wessmans, who lived two doors away, had put a Hollier banner on their garage.

Emma pulled into the driveway and heard a
ping
on her phone. It was Ethan.
TONIGHT WAS UNEXPECTEDLY FUN
, he wrote.
OR IN THE WORDS OF THE DAILY EMMA: SHY BOY SCORES BIG AT SOCCER GAME.

Emma flushed, loving that Ethan had picked up on her headline habit and was writing some of his own.
NOT TOO BAD, RIGHT?
she typed back, feeling a warm, happy
sensation all over. Besides the minor blip with Thayer, Ethan had been awesome: He’d charmed Sutton’s friends and even made a couple of hilarious jokes. By the looks Madeline and Charlotte had given her at the end of the game, Emma knew they’d accepted him. It was nice to know Ethan had accepted them, too.

Emma cut the engine and looked around. Surprisingly, she’d beat Laurel back, even though Emma had driven Ethan home after the game. The Mercer parents’ cars weren’t there either, and though Grandma’s car was parked outside the garage, the house was dark.

She stepped through the front door and fumbled for the light. Her footsteps echoed loudly in the silent house. She made her way into the kitchen, where moonlight spilled through the French doors and cast long shadows over the wooden table. She’d come home to plenty of empty houses, but the Mercers’ felt oddly cavernous and lonely tonight. She realized with a jolt just how much she’d gotten used to Mrs. Mercer greeting her with a warm hello.

Emma was about to switch on the light when she saw the burning orange glow of a cigarette in the backyard. Her heart picked up speed. A few weeks back, when Ethan had taken her to a gallery opening, they’d been sitting outside on a bench when she’d noticed a dark shape smoking just feet from them, listening to every word they
said. The figure had vanished before Emma could see who it was.

Emma let out a low whistle for Drake. Soon enough, she heard the Great Dane ambling into the kitchen. Drake glanced at her with wide eyes. Her fingers were shaky as she ushered him toward the back door—as nervous as she was around the enormous dog, she was more scared of the smoker outside.

“Come on, boy,” she soothed as she stepped through the French doors. Her heart lurched when she saw a dark shape reclined in a lawn chair. A curl of smoke wound to the trees, as eerie as a witch’s bent finger.

“Sutton?” a familiar raspy voice said.

Emma blinked, her eyes adjusting to the darkness. “
Grandma
.” She let go of Drake’s collar and he trotted across the lawn to sniff a cluster of azaleas.

“Who did you think it was? God?” Grandma Mercer waved her cigarette, motioning Emma forward. “Sit down.” Grandma Mercer made room for Emma on the end of her dark green lawn chair.

Emma reluctantly sat. To her surprise, Grandma proffered her pack of Merits. “Want one?”

Emma’s nose wrinkled. She’d always hated the smell of cigarette smoke. But would Sutton have said yes? “Um, I have a sore throat,” she lied. Then she cocked her head. “Why aren’t you with Mom and Dad?”

“They were meeting up with the Finches,” Sutton’s grandmother said, then made a face. “It’s such a chore seeing those people. They’re always trying to set me up with that awful woman’s widowed father. I may be old, but I can find my own dates, thank you very much.”

She pinched her cigarette between wrinkled fingers and leveled a long look at Emma. “Sooo,” she said slowly, stretching the word out. “Are you really not going to say anything about my—what did you call it last time? ‘Filthy little habit that will kill you and age your skin prematurely’?”

Emma laughed out loud. That did sound like something her twin would say—and it was nice to know Sutton wasn’t a smoker either. “Nah. I’ve turned over a new leaf. Live and let live. Or in your case, live until smoking kills you,” she said with a wry smile.

Grandma Mercer tapped the ash in a glass she was using as an ashtray. “Sounds good to me. So, Sutton. How’s the college search going?” She crossed her legs. “Are you even
going
to college next year?”

“Um,” Emma stalled. Something about the question hit her in the gut and she suddenly found it hard to breathe. She’d never seen anything in Sutton’s belongings having to do with college visits or applications. Sutton had all the opportunities in the world, and yet she wasn’t taking advantage of any of them.

Hey, not all of us were made for college. Maybe I had plans to become a big Hollywood actress.

“I’m just trying to keep my options open,” Emma finally said. “But I’m applying to loads of good schools.”

“Really?” Grandma Mercer asked, cocking a silver eyebrow. “Are you planning to stay in Arizona?”

“The U of A is good,” she said quietly. Ironically, the University of Arizona was one of the colleges she had begun applying to back when she lived in Vegas. They offered a lot of scholarships, and she liked their program in journalism. But the financial aid forms had to be way past due by now. Would she ever get to go back to that old life? Or would she have to apply to schools as Sutton Mercer?
Could
she do something like that? Living in Sutton’s room and taking her high school classes was one thing. But attending college on the Mercers’ dime, continuing to pretend she was Sutton in the dorms, felt different somehow. And the idea that Sutton’s murder would still be unsolved by then was unfathomable.

Grandma wrinkled her nose. “The U of A has a good sorority life, you mean. Life’s more than partying, you know.”

Emma stared at her sandals. “Trust me. I know.”

Grandma Mercer tapped her cigarette on the lawn
chair’s handrail, a pensive look on her lined face. “Your father used to love a good party,” she said, sighing. “He’s a California boy at heart. But he and your mother quieted down quite a bit when they moved to Tucson.” She sniffed. “Of course, his job was worth relocating for.”

“They lived in California before Tucson?” Emma asked, unable to hide her surprise. The Mercers had never said anything either way, but they were so entrenched in the community here she’d just assumed they’d been here forever.

Grandma gave her a crazy look. “Well of course they did. They moved here just after they adopted you.”

“Oh, right. Duh,” Emma said faintly. It was strange to think that they’d once had an entirely different life.

Grandma sighed. “I’ve always missed them being right down the road from me. We used to have so much fun when Sutton was still alive.”

Emma’s heart clenched. Had she heard the old woman right?

I waited with bated breath. Grandma
had
said Sutton.
Me.

“My sister loved babies,” Grandma Mercer went on, her thin lips breaking into a grin. “And she especially loved you. She fawned over you. Called you her little namesake.”

Emma’s eyes flicked back and forth as the words slowly
sank in. The Sutton Grandma was talking about wasn’t her twin. Sutton was named after Grandma Mercer’s sister, her great-aunt.

Grandma reached for her martini glass and took a long sip. “If we lived closer, I could’ve kept a better eye on you—and kept you out of trouble. Your parents were always far too lenient. A few more weekends with me would have knocked the sass right out of you.” She glanced at Emma. But after a moment, her eyes softened and she laid her hand over Emma’s. Emma smiled, not expecting this tiny gesture of kindness.

Grandma pursed her lips, like there was something more she wanted to say but couldn’t quite find the words. “Anyway,” she said, her voice stern again as she removed her hand.

“Anyway,” Emma echoed, feeling awkward once more.

Drake raised his head and stared at the door, letting out a low whine. Emma swung around to follow his gaze. Laurel stood just behind the French doors leading into the kitchen, watching Emma and Grandma.

Grandma Mercer waved. “Guess your sister’s home.”

Caught, Laurel tossed a casual wave back, then retreated from sight. A moment later the light in her bedroom window snapped on.

Grandma Mercer tutted, then stubbed out her
cigarette. “I hope Laurel didn’t see the smoke. Unlike you, I can’t trust her to keep a secret.”

Emma watched Laurel’s shadow moving around in the bedroom. “Actually, Laurel’s got a few secrets of her own,” she murmured. “You’d be surprised what she’s capable of.”

Like murdering her own sister
, I thought grimly.