out the broken lock. It looked like a super-strength job – as if someone had just grabbed the door and pulled, snapping the lock mechanism in half.
Outside, the clouds were clearing up, and rays of moonlight sliced across the football field in front of us. Daniel paused in an oval of silver light and looked down at me.
“It was nice to meet you, Kira,” he said.
“Yeah, you too. Welcome to the school,” I added wryly. “It’s usually not quite this exciting. Um – I mean awful. Well, OK, it’s usually awful, but in a different, really boring way. Um, but I’m sure you’ll love it.” OK, stop talking now.
“I’m looking forward to it a lot more now that I’ve met you,” he said. A slow smile spread across his face. It was a sexy smile, a candles-and-black-lace smile – the polar opposite of Zach’s dopey let’s do it in a closet leer.
“See you tomorrow then,” I said, smiling back.
He touched his forehead in a little salute and started to walk away across the football field.
“Daniel,” I called after he’d gone a couple of paces. He turned and looked at me, walking backward. “Did you find anything upstairs? I mean – about the murder?”
He smiled the same smile again, but for some reason, this time it sent chills down my spine.
“Oh,” he said. “I have some theories.”
Then the moon went behind another cloud, and when it emerged again, Daniel was gone.
ISPENT THE REST of the night trying to make lists of clues to help me solve the mystery. To give you an idea of how well that went, here’s what my “Daniel” list looked like:
DANIEL
Hot
Likes hanging out at murder scenes at night
Really hot
Says he wants to be a detective
Great abs
Starting school right after the murder – suspicious?
Extremely, totally, remarkably hot
And here’s another list:
SMILEY GUY
Looked at the crime scene v. suspiciously
Also very hot
Where have these hot boys been hiding?
Too smiley to be a vampire?
Really cute smile
Find out name…investigate further…critically important: great abs or not?
Like, seriously cute smile
So it wasn’t exactly Nancy Drew-calibre work. Perhaps you can tell that I’d been stuck with Zach for the last six months of moving and hiding and not meeting hot new guys, so I was having some side-effects. I don’t normally obsess over abs that much. At least I don’t think I do. Then again, my experience with hot-guy abs is fairly limited so far. Presumably in, like, a century or so, I’ll be all blasé: Oh yeah, abs, whatever – been there, done that.
I checked Tex’s blog again to see what the last entry said. Scrolling back, I saw that he usually posted twice a day – once in the morning to record his breakfast and morning workout, and once in the evening to talk about what else he’d eaten, how totally kickass he was and what sports he’d watched that day. He’d posted the last entry on the morning of the day he died.
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