Jonah approached the group, studying the expressions on their faces. Kyle and Zach looked like they had been caught-- defensive and angry. Bay looked nervous but glad to see her.

"The truth about what?" Zach asked.

"I think we both already know that," Jonah said. "I want to know what happened last Friday. Where you were and what you saw."

"Nothing. Nothing happened," Kyle snapped out.

"I think we both know that that's not true. Amanda's not here, you can say what you need to say," Bay said.

"I'm not blaming you for anything," Jonah said. "And we're the only ones who know." She spread out her hands. "I haven't told anyone else anything. I just want to find out what's going on."

"And why do you think that we have anything to do with it?" Kyle asked. He was being defensive, but Zach was silent, staring at her with an expression of stubborn resignation.

"I don't have a lot of evidence. That's why I'm asking you what happened. But..." Jonah trailed off. "Here," she said, and pulled out two folded pieces of paper from her pocket-- printouts of the two evidence photos that she had: the blurry black and white pinhole photo, and the crisp phone photo of the landscaping shears in the trunk of Kyle's car. "Look."

"What am I looking at?" Zach finally asked, voice very quiet.

"This is a photograph that Bay took of the flat pool last Friday," Jonah said. "There. You can see Amanda sleeping on the chair."

"Okay," Zach said.

"And there." Jonah jammed her finger into the paper so hard that it wrinkled. "In the pool. There's Justine Mulvais's body."

A silence fell across the group, so Jonah kept talking. "We know you were there. You two and Amanda were the only ones left at Arcadis. You had to have seen what happened to her, what somebody did to her, how she got into the pool. You have to tell me."

Her hands shook as she switched the papers around, putting the landscaping shears on top. "And that," Jonah said. "These were in your car." She looked at Kyle. "I don't know why, but I do know that they disappeared from the maintenance shed, and that somebody cut the fence back open, and..." Jonah trailed off.

Bay took the lead then, as Jonah floundered. "So. What were you doing? What did you see?"

Zach whipped his head around to stare at her. "I don't have to tell you anything."

Jonah shook her head. "You don't tell us, we'll go to the police, and they'll pull it out of you. I don't want to do that. Did you see Justine Mulvais get murdered?"

"No," Kyle said, and he sounded both emphatic and honest.

"What did you see?" Jonah asked. "You're acting like there's something here, tell me I'm not losing my mind. You don't have to hide anything."

"Why were those shears in your car, Kyle?" Bay asked. "That's what's killing me."

Kyle and Zach stared at each other, and Zach's face was angry, at Kyle now. "You're an idiot," he said.

"What was I supposed to do?" Kyle asked, and his hands twisted together in front of him, guilt on his face.

"What are you going to do, Jonah, when you learn the truth?" Zach asked.

"I don't know," Jonah said. "I just want to know that there's no murderer still loose. I want to know that Justine was killed by her boyfriend. I want to know that he chopped her up into little pieces and threw her into the lake, because right now, it seems that he didn't do that,and the police arrested the wrong person because they had no real evidence. I have evidence but I don't understand what it means and--" Jonah was almost hysterical at this point. She glanced up at Bay, who bit her lip. "Arcadis is my responsibility," Jonah said. "It's my job to find out what happened, so that it never ever happens again."

"You can't stop people from dying," Zach said.

"I'm sure as hell going to try!"

"Tell her what happened," Bay said. "We need to know."

It was at this point that Amanda returned, coming out of the woods and skidding short as she saw the confrontation that was taking place, the expressions on everyone's faces.

"What's going on?" she asked, holding up plastic cups. "What are you doing here?"

"Hi, Amanda," Jonah said. "We're having a friendly conversation."

"It doesn't look that friendly," she said, sidling up to Kyle and putting her hand on Kyle's arm. He shrugged her off, looking miserable, and she frowned at him deeply. "What's going on?"

"We're trying to figure out exactly what Zach and Kyle saw, last Friday night, while you were asleep," Bay said, her voice flat and calm. Jonah appreciated her steadiness at that moment.

"What do you mean? They were off doing some stupid shit," Amanda said.

Jonah thrust the printout of Bay's pinhole photo at her. "There's you," Jonah said. "That's why I needed to know what chair you were sleeping on. And there's Justine Mulvais. While you were asleep, someone took her out of the pool. I need to know that there's not some murderer still around."

"And so you sent me through the woods BY MYSELF?" Amanda screeched. "You lied to me! And you!" She turned to Kyle. Her anger was fierce and explosive, and Jonah was glad to not be on the receiving end of it. Bay stepped back, wincing at the strength of Amanda's voice. "You LEFT ME, and there was a dead body RIGHT THERE?" Shocking everyone, she reached out and slapped Kyle across the face. The sound rang out, echoing, and Kyle stumbled back.

"What the fuck?" he yelled. "Fuck you!"

Amanda seemed about to jump him, so Jonah and Zach both independently reached in and stopped her, grabbing one of her arms.

"Calm down, Amanda," Zach said.

"I could have been killed!"

"You were never in any danger," Zach said.

"But the murderer!" Amanda said, trying to wrench her arms out of Zach and Jonah's grasp.

"There's no fucking murderer," Kyle said. "It doesn't exist."

"Shut up," Zach said. "Don't say a single thing."

"I'm tired of this shit," Kyle said. "There's no murderer. There never was. You talked me in to this shit and I don't want to go to jail for you, because this is your fault."

"Shut up," Zach said, and released Amanda to step towards Kyle. Bay interposed, squeezing between the two of them, and stopping Zach from laying her hands on him.

"No one is going to jail," Jonah said. "The police aren't anywhere near here, I haven't talked to them, nothing. I just want you to tell me what the fuck is going on." She stared between Zach and Kyle, who both were glaring at eachother.

"He's going to blame me for getting caught," Kyle said. "It wasn't my idea. It's not my fault."

"Jesus Christ," Jonah said.

"What did you DO?" Amanda asked, and again it was Jonah who had to stop her from getting at Kyle.

"Everyone just shut up and let Kyle talk," Bay said, sounding extremely frustrated. "Tell us what happened."

"Fuck, I don't know what happened," Kyle said.

"Yes you do," Jonah said. "Tell us what you know."

Kyle suddenly decided that he was going to shut up, and a silence fell between them.

"I'm going to call the police," Bay said.

"No," Zach said. "Don't."

"Then talk!" Amanda yelled. Jonah winced now at the extreme volume.

Zach's voice was quiet when he spoke. "I was guarding the flat pool all day on Friday. At some point during the afternoon, that woman drowned in it. That's it. That's all that happened."

"How did she end up in pieces in the lake?" Bay asked.

"She was already dead," Kyle said. "It doesn't matter."

"Yes it fucking does," Jonah said. "Stop acting like this." Jonah shook her head. "This is fucking insane."

"HE decided that if somebody found out that he had let her drown on his watch, he'd go to jail for life," Kyle said, jerking his head at Zach.

"That's not how anything works!" Amanda said. "You idiot!"

"We were drunk as fuck," Kyle said. "Not thinking straight."

"Is this true?" Jonah asked Zach, who was still quiet.

He didn't say anything, just stood there as Kyle confessed, trying to lay the blame at his feet.

The situation was calcifying in Jonah's brain. Mulvais had drowned, somehow, it didn't really matter. The muddy, filthy water of the pool on Friday had probably stopped anyone from seeing her body, all the rest of the day. When the pool water cleared up, she floated to the top, or at least was visible on the surface of the pool. Jonah could picture the scene-- Amanda sleeping on the chair not ten feet away, Kyle and Zach talking in hushed drunk whispers about what they were going to do-- the unimaginable feeling of guilt that Zach would have had crashing down on him-- the horror of the future, the idea of someone finding out. But they hadn't disguised it well enough. They hadn't expected anyone to see, certainly not Jonah.

"We wanted to make it look like someone had hated her, so that no one would think that it happened here, no one would look at him," Kyle said, pointing at Zach.

"You decided that it would be better if someone else went to jail instead of you?" Bay asked, incredulous. "That's sick."

"I never thought the police would arrest anyone," Zach said. "I didn't think..."

"You didn't think," Jonah said flatly. She sounded like her own mother. The horrible truth of it was inside of her.

"Now what?" Amanda asked. "I'm breaking up with you, by the way," she said to Kyle.

"Not the time, Amanda," Bay said.

"What other time am I gonna have?" Amanda asked. "I assume you're about to call the police, and then you're going to be arrested, I'm not going to visit you in jail or anything."

"Shut up, Amanda," Bay said.

"You don't need to be rude to me," Amanda said. "I'm not the one who apparently decided to cut up a woman into lots of teeny tiny little pieces, so that some innocent guy would go to jail for the rest of his life." She put her hands on her hips. "You're lucky this state doesn't have the death penalty."

Jonah couldn't quite think straight. Two thoughts were sticking out in her head. The muddy water at Arcadis had caused this woman's death. And she, she was the head of aquatics at Arcadis. She was responsible for Justine Mulvais dying. She was responsible for Zach and Kyle deciding that a better course of action than confessing was to pretend like someone else had killed her. To obfuscate their part in this. She couldn't believe Kyle had gone along with it: he hadn't even been guarding the flat pool that day. But he was Zach's friend, and that was what friends did.

If Zach had been the one that Mr. Calvin promoted, what would have been the outcome of this? Would anyone have died at all?

Zach was talking very quietly. "I think it happened when I was the only one on the chair. Jeff had gone to the bathroom-- he had food poisoning or something-- and there were these kids in the deep end who kept holding eachothers' heads underwater for way too long, dangerously long, and so I got off the chair to deal with them, but one of their parents started yelling at me, and I had to calm him down, and the whole time I just had my back to the pool, but nothing seemed wrong, I didn't think, but you can't see down to the bottom when it's full of mud." He kept going on, the sentence extending to encapsulate the story, not pausing for breath.

Jonah let him continue, and his words filled the nighttime silence.

"Please don't tell anyone," Zach said. He probably thought that his words were falling on deaf ears, but they were falling into Jonah's just fine.

She didn't know what she was going to do. She looked between Zach and Kyle, each younger than herself. She thought about the responsibility that, when push came to shove, was on her shoulders. The buck of Arcadis Park responsibility stopped with her. She thought about what would happen to the rest of the staff, and to Kyle and Zach. And then she thought about herself.

Images flashed through her mind, of how little she was worth, in the grand scheme of things-- even if this incident had never happened, what was her future? To be condemned to return here to Arcadis forever, never achieving anything, never changing. Stagnant in this life that had a grip on her because she just wasn't good enough to break free of it.

She weighed this all in her head-- on one hand, her own life, caught up in this regardless, and on the other, Zach, Kyle, the innocent man arrested already. Justine Mulvas's body was the fulcrum on which this all rested.

It clicked in Jonah's brain, and she relaxed as she made a decision.

"Bay, can you make sure everyone waits here? I have to go, um, do something," Jonah said.

"What?" Bay asked, clearly confused. "Aren't you going to call the police?"

"Not yet," Jonah said. "I have to clear out everybody at the party." That was a convenient lie.

"Oh, shit, yeah," Bay said. "Forgot about that. You can pull the fire alarm again."

"That was you?" Amanda asked, staring at Jonah. "You nearly scared us all to death."

Jonah shrugged. Might as well take the rest of the blame for that, too. "I'll be back. Just wait here."

Bay began to say something half in protest, but Jonah was already gone, jogging away through the woods, dashing over the fence and into Arcadis. She fully expected Kyle and Zach to escape from Bay, and who knew what Amanda would do, but none of that really mattered. She had her own mission, now.

She snuck around the corners of the party, and tried not to let anyone see her. There was one task she had to do here, and it didn't involve clearing out the party. They would be gone of their own volition before any police arrived on this scene, she was sure. Instead, Jonah fished the big Arcadis keyring from her back pocket, and let herself quietly into the dark informational building, where, at the back, the big staff schedule and list of ride responsibilities was posted. She tore it down from its place of honor on the wall and crept into the dark bathroom, where she stood above a stall, ripped it into shreds, and flushed it down the toilet. Would have been easier to burn it, but she didn't have a match. There wasn't any other copy of the staff schedule, as far as she was aware. That was the only document that linked Zach to the pool on that day. Witnesses might place Zach at the scene, but when Zach figured out what she was doing, he would go along with it. It was to his benefit, after all.

Once that task was complete, Jonah left Arcadis, again sneaking around the edges of the place (no one saw her or made any indication that they saw her), and running through the woods and out to where she had left her bike. She didn't head home, though. Instead she pedaled along the dark streets, no cars passing, until she came to Kyle's house. She had been there once before-- when the two of them had been in high school, Kyle a couple years behind her, they had been placed in the same elective: entrepreneurship. She had been part of his group, and they had worked on their final project at his house. It was right along the side of the main road, and so Jonah couldn't help but remember that time every time she drove past it in her own car.

Her phone was ringing in her pocket. Bay. She ignored it.

Kyle's car was sitting innocently in the driveway. All the lights were off in his house. Jonah crept up to the car. The back window was still just covered with tape and plastic sheeting. Jonah pulled the tape off, reached her hand in the resulting hole, and unlocked the car. She opened the door, then, and popped the trunk.

There, exactly where Bay had left it, was the set of Arcadis park landscaping shears, the ones that had been used to cut Justine into pieces. She pulled them out, not caring that she was getting her fingerprints all over them. That was kinda the point.

Awkwardly, she balanced them on her knee, holding them in place with one hand as she cycled away from Kyle's house, now towards the center of town. About a half hour had passed since she left Bay. Her phone kept ringing. When would Bay give it up?

As she headed into town, Jonah stopped at a random patch of trees near a road sign, made note of their location, and walked a little way into the woods. She tossed the shears on the ground and kicked some dirt and leaves over top of them. No one would ever find them unless they were looking, and that was good enough for now.

She continued on. The police station was well lit, as it had to be. Jonah stuck her bike in the rack, stuck her hands in her pockets, and walked up to the front door. Before she opened it, she took one last look around, breathing in the warm night air, hearing the frogs and bugs singing their nighttime songs, seeing the moon up overhead as a cloud passed half in front of it. This contemplation couldn't have taken more than a half second, but it felt like it lasted a hundred years, the rest of Jonah's life.

She opened up the door and stepped inside. The uniformed woman behind the desk, who was reading a novel and clearly not expecting anyone to show up at the police station at this hour, looked at her with some confusion.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked.

"I'd like to confess to a crime," Jonah said, feeling lighter than the air.

A quiet form of chaos had broken loose as soon as Jonah vanished into the woods.

"Jonah wants us to keep you prisoner here?" Amanda asked, looking between the two men. "I don't know how or why she expects me to do that."

Kyle and Zach were looking at each other. From what Bay could tell, they definitely had some kind of silent communication going on, born of long association. She didn't like it. She wished she could split them up, or tie them down until the police came, or something, anything to keep them here. But Jonah had left her absolutely nothing with which to do that, and they were in the middle of the forest, not the maintenance shed where there was certain to be rope and such. She was half tempted to send Amanda back to get it, but Amanda was looking increasingly like she had no desire to stick around and be part of this, and besides, if Amanda left, it would just be Bay guarding Kyle and Zach.

Even with Amanda, Bay was barely two inches over five feet tall, and Amanda was such a waif she never should have qualified to be a lifeguard. Kyle and Zach weren't exactly peak human specimens, but they were both far taller than Bay, and heavier than either her or Amanda.

Jonah shouldn't have ever left. She should have just called the police where they were, and if everybody at the party got in trouble, that would have been on them. It would have sucked, but it would have been better than this tense state. Kyle and Zach were just standing there, staring at eachother.

Bay thought that they were most likely judging just when Jonah would be far enough away for her to be of no use if they made their escape. It was like a timer ticking down. Bay knew it.

She had to wonder where they thought they would go. Would they run away? Try to leave the country? Try to disguise their identity? It all seemed like it might be useless.

At least, on the plus side, they had no lethal weapons here, because the only way to really, really get out of it would be to kill all the witnesses: Bay and Jonah and Amanda. They could blame it on the serial killer who didn't exist. In a funny way, that would be the best solution, because it would certainly let the innocent man out of jail, and if Zach and Kyle were clean enough, they'd never get caught.

On the other hand, she would be dead. Her eyes glazed over as she thought about all of these things. Amanda was still loudly complaining about nothing, threatening to walk away and call the police herself, or to not call the police, alternating between these two ideas with a confusion that caused Bay to tune out. Kyle and Zach continued to stare at eachother. The clock ticked down.

Zach made a kind of hand signal. Bay barely would have noticed it in the darkness, had everything not been so stark and still as to make every movement as visible as a camera flash.

A fraction of a second later, Kyle and Zach both launched themselves away from Bay and Amanda, running down the wet shore of the lake, quick as gazelles.

"Kyle!" Amanda screamed, and Bay was off running, abandoning her bag and Amanda, and sprinting after them. Her legs were much shorter than theirs were, but she wasn't slow, so she almost caught them, reaching out to try to grab the back of Kyle's shirt. Her fingers brushed it and snagged on the fabric, but he kept moving, and it slipped out of her fingers. The long grasp caused her to stumble on some of the lake shore's rocks, and she went down, hard, feeling a sudden sympathy for Kyle in the parking lot the day before.

"Are you okay?" Amanda asked, coming over.

"Get them!" Bay yelled, trying to clamber to her feet. Amanda didn't move, though, and Kyle and Zach disappeared into the trees. Bay stumbled forward a few more feet, but there was no point in chasing them further-- she wouldn't be able to catch them in the woods. Maybe she could rely on predictions about where they would go to find them, but it would be useless to chase them through the woods.

It had been about fifteen minutes since Jonah left. She had probably cleared out everyone from Arcadis by now. Bay called her. The phone rang and rang, but Jonah didn't pick up.

"Come on, come on, come on," Bay muttered.

"Are we going to follow them?" Amanda asked.

The phone call went to voicemail. Bay hung up and slipped the phone back into her pocket.

"We'll never catch them," Bay said. "We should probably call the police."

"Why don't you?"

"Jonah isn't answering her phone. She might not have finished getting everyone out of the park yet."

"So?"

"So we should head over there, see what's going on, and then we can call the police."

"What will we say about what we're doing here?"

"I don't know, don't care right this second," Bay said. She walked back to where she had dropped her backpack, feeling every step in her scraped knees. "Let's go." She put her backpack on her back and trudged through the woods, towards the Arcadis fence. Amanda followed her, though she didn’t seem thrilled about it.

At Arcadis proper, the party was still going on, though a few of the participants had gone home, probably out of boredom or tiredness. It seemed like Jonah had not interrupted the party at all, which worried Bay, to say the least. Had Jonah fallen in the woods in the dark or something? She couldn’t imagine what could have prevented Jonah from clearing out the park.

“Have you seen Jonah?” Bay asked Qwamae, who was fiddling with the speakers blasting music.

“What? Why would Jonah be here?”

“I don’t know,” Bay said. “Just wondering.”

“Figured she’d become too much of a party pooper, now that she’s the boss,” Qwamae said with a grin.

“She’s not that bad,” Bay muttered. She walked away and pulled Amanda slightly out of hearing range of the rest of the attendees. “Where the hell is Jonah?”

“How would I know?” Amanda asked. “I want to go home.”

“Shush. We need to figure out what we’re doing here.”

“Just tell everyone that the police are coming,” Amanda said. She seemed to be growing increasingly bored of the whole endeavor, and Bay couldn’t exactly blame her-- the situation had dissolved completely, and the party around the edges of the pool seemed mundane in comparison.

“Are we calling the police?” Bay asked.

“That’s your problem.”

Bay stared around at the people who were gathered in little clumps, talking and drinking and laughing and playing, and she thought that it would be best to get them out of here. There was no good or pleasant way to do that, so she took the most direct route.

Bay walked back towards the speakers, where Qwamae had finished his fiddling, and she pressed the power button on them, plunging the event into dead silence. There was a general outcry.

“Hey, turn that back on!”

Bay waved her arms. “Guys! The police are on their way! You gotta get out of here!”

A few of the more timid attendees immediately took off running, but the more belligerent ones didn’t, and instead confronted her.

“Says who?” Tom asked.

“Says me,” Bay said. “I was taking photos from the top of Thunderdome and I saw them coming.”

“They could be going somewhere else,” Mario said.

“I don’t want to risk it,” Bay said. “They’re probably hyper aware of this place since, you know.”

That seemed to get through to the group, and a couple more started making for the woods. With that, the party lost the quorum required to call itself a party, and everyone else slowly departed. Bay and Amanda remained, though Bay wasn’t sure why exactly Amanda was still there. It seemed like she desperately wanted to leave.

“Can I go?” Amanda asked. “This is beyond stupid.”

“I need you to tell me where you think that Kyle would have gone.”

“He can’t go far without his stupid car. Obviously he’d go back to his house first.”

“So should we tell the police to go there?” Bay wondered aloud.

“He doesn’t live that far away. I’m sue he’s already long gone, if he’s skipping town.”

Bay bit her lip and looked around at the empty Arcadis park, the still churning waters of the pool, now slightly clearer. Where the hell was Jonah?

“I’m gonna call Jonah again,” Bay said. “I’m worried about her.”

“It’s not like there’s a murderer around to get her, APPARENTLY,” Amanda stressed.

“She said she was going to get everyone out of here, and then she disappeared. That doesn’t seem like her.”

“Maybe she’s hanging out in that stupid whale ride.”

“Doubt it.” Bay pulled out her phone and dialed Jonah. Once again, it went to voice mail. “Fuck.”

“Jonah’s potty mouth is rubbing off on you,” Amanda said derisively.

“You’re one to talk.”

Everything seemed so lost, Bay was having a hard time putting all the fragments together. She and Amanda were standing impotently at Arcadis, Zach and Kyle were gone, and Jonah was missing. She didn’t want to call the police until she found Jonah, but she had no idea where Jonah went, and every second that ticked by, the worry grew.

“Maybe we should…” Bay began, then found she couldn’t complete the sentence. Call the police? Could this even be counted as an emergency? Where did Jonah go? That was the crux of it.

If she were Jonah, where would she be? But Bay didn’t know Jonah well enough to answer that question-- for all that they had made out with each other and been working through all of this together, it wasn’t even as if Bay had ever been to Jonah’s house.

“You know where Jonah lives, right?”

“I guess,” Amanda shrugged.

“Let’s see if she went back to her house.”

“She wouldn’t have gone there,” Amanda said derisively. “She can’t stand her family.”

“I’m aware, but maybe she needed something from there?”

“Maybe she did actually call the police,” Amanda said. “And they arrested her.”

“Why would the police arrest her?”

“Or they picked her up to interview her at the police station, or something.”

“But wouldn’t they send a car here?”

“Look, I don’t know,” Amanda said. “Call the police or don’t. I don’t care. I’m tired.”

“Can’t you understand that this is serious?” Bay yelled, completely exasperated.

“Nobody’s in danger. It’s like one in the morning. I want to go to sleep.”

“Fine, get out of here, if you want to go so badly.”

“And you’re going to do what, stay here?”

“I don’t know!” Bay yelled again.

“Calm down!”

“You!” Bay took a deep breath and tried to stop yelling at Amanda. She was just a kid, after all.

“I don’t want to go home by myself,” Amanda said. “Kyle was supposed to bike me back.”

“Jesus, Amanda, there’s nothing dangerous.”

“And what if I get hit by a car in the dark, hunh?”

Bay dropped her hands to her sides, defeated by Amanda’s childish petulance and insistence on an escort everywhere she went. “Fine. I’ll bike you back to your house. Where do you live?”

“Middle of town.”

It would get them out of the park, at least. Bay didn’t know if that was a good or a bad thing. Kyle and Zach had to be long gone by now. Seemed like she should call the police on them, but maybe they should wait until each of their parents filed some kind of missing persons report. That would get them onto police radar, literally.

It was too late for Bay to think quite straight.

They trudged through the woods, achingly climbed the fence, and emerged onto the other side where all the bikes were kept. The only two left were Bay’s and Amanda’s.

“Did Jonah drive here?” Amanda asked, pointing out the discrepancy.

“No, I don’t think so. We would have seen her car in the lot.”

“Hunh,” Bay said. “Weird.” She knew that Jonah wasn’t here, but it was an odd confirmation that she wasn’t.

The two of them peddled through the dark woods, glad to emerge into the relatively well lit town center. Bay stared around herself with wide eyes as they biked, trying to catch some sort of sign of Jonah, or Kyle and Zach. But there weren’t any bike tracks on the ground-- it was too dry for that-- and none of the occasional cars that whizzed past looked like Kyle’s red beater.

“Where do you live?” Bay huffed as they passed the high school.

“Not that much further.”

They passed the police station, and Bay stared at it, wondering if she should stop and go in and talk to people there about everything that had gone on. That would be her next stop, she decided, making up her mind.

“Hey, that’s Jonah’s bike,” Amanda said, pointing it out in the police station bike rack. Bay slammed on the brakes, screeching to a stop. The traffic light up ahead blinked silently from red to green in the empty street.

Sure enough, that was Jonah’s bike. Bay got off her own and tossed it carelessly next to Jonah’s, stomping up to the police station door.

“I thought you were taking me home!” Amanda yelled.