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  “I agree with Madison,” Greg said. “If I was in their shoes, I think I’d be really ticked off by some of your assumptions.”

  “Wait a minute,” said Dave. “Isn’t it possible that the cops know a lot more than we do? If they’ve brought in this profiler, isn’t it because they have reason to think that Lucy, Adam, and Courtney have been the victims of foul play? I mean, why else would they do it?”

  “I’m sorry, but I think this is really sick,” said Reilly. “We have no idea what’s going on. We’re talking about our friends like they’re topics in some lesson plan, not real people.”

  Mr. Osmond pursed his lips thoughtfully. “I understand what you’re saying, Reilly. I thought we might as well talk about this, since it’s what we’re all thinking about anyway. Personally, I believe the subject of profiling has implications that reach far beyond what’s going on here in Soundview. But this is a difficult situation for all of us. We don’t have to talk about it.”

  The class was silent. I had a feeling that everyone knew that what Mr. Osmond said was true. No matter what we talked about, the only thing we would really think about was what happened to Lucy, Adam, and Courtney.

  “We might as well talk,” said Greg. “At least it’ll make the time go faster.”

  Reilly raised her hand. “Can I still have that pass to the library?”

  Mr. Osmond went to his desk and wrote her a pass. “Does anyone else want one?” he asked.

  No other hands went up, and Mr. Osmond returned to the front of the class. “So what do we make of this? Can human beings really be narrowed down to a predictable profile?”

  The class was stony quiet. Mr. Osmond began to look around. I hastily tried to formulate an answer. I felt like I could have argued either way—for or against profiling. But then I thought about Tyler. He would almost certainly be against it.

  “Madison?” Mr. Osmond called on me.

  “I think it’s wrong,” I said. “It’s just like stereotyping.”

  “But we all stereotype, don’t we?” Mr. Osmond asked. “How many of you have been in an airport and saw someone who looked Middle Eastern and felt nervous that this person might be a terrorist? Or walked down a block at night and saw a black man approaching? Or saw some guy come to school wearing a long black trench coat?”

  Murmurs riffled through the classroom and eyes shifted toward Tyler, who raised his hand. “It’s my favorite coat.”

  “What do you imagine people think when they see you wearing it?” Mr. Osmond asked.

  Tyler shrugged. “I don’t care. Only, you know what? I actually do think you can profile people. I’ve done some reading about school shooters. And they’re almost always male and loners.”

  “What about a trench coat–wearing male loner who isn’t a school shooter?” our teacher asked. “And all the Middle Easterners who aren’t terrorists? Is it fair to profile them?”

  I raised my hand. “Maybe that’s the problem. Profiling is only reactive. You can look at someone after they’ve done something bad and see how they fit the profile. But there are so many others that fit the profile that you can’t really use it to predict.”

  Tyler’s and my eyes met. It was difficult to read his expression. I wished he’d smile at me. I wanted to know that kiss had meant something to him. Something lasting.

  “But profilers would argue that you can use profiling to narrow down the number of suspects,” Mr. Osmond said.

  “To white male loners?” I almost laughed. “You could round up dozens from this school alone.”

  “Maybe it’s worth it,” said Greg. “I mean, if it could save another … person from disappearing.”

  “You can say that because you’re not a loner, Greg,” I countered. “But suppose you were? How’d you like to be rounded up just because you fit a profile?”

  “Hey, if it meant saving a life,” said Greg.

  “And suppose it meant you missing lacrosse season?” I asked.

  Greg blinked, as if suddenly the real implications of profiling had hit home. Tyler nodded approvingly. That felt good, and I smiled back. It wasn’t much, but it was something.

  “Very good, Madison.” Mr. Osmond turned to the rest of the class. “I know it isn’t easy to focus right now, but I appreciate you for trying. Thank you, those who participated and those who listened.”

  Class ended and an ache hit me. I hadn’t thought about Courtney all period. I was so accustomed to her being there to walk out with. But she wasn’t there. It was unbelievable. Once again my eyes met Tyler’s. He gave me the slightest smile. We left the classroom together.

  “That was interesting,” he said.

  “I don’t know about you,” I said, “but I crave those few moments each day when I actually forget what’s going on. Even before Courtney disappeared, it was like a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. Now it’s even worse.”

  Tyler didn’t reply. Maybe he thought I was just making conversation. Maybe he was lost in his own thoughts about the things he’d implied I didn’t know about. I took his sleeve, stepped to the side of the hall, and lowered my voice. “I need to ask you something.”

  Tyler stopped. I stood up on my toes and he bent down. “It totally bothers me that you implied that you know what’s going on. If that’s true, you seriously have to go to the police. People’s lives are at stake, Tyler. It’s not some kind of game.”

  He stared at the hallway floor. “They already know what I know.”

  That caught me by surprise. “How do you know?”

  I could see that he was struggling, as if part of him wanted to tell me. “Listen, Madison, seriously, if I could tell you, I would. I know it’s not easy, but you have to believe me when I tell you it’s best if you stay out of it.”

  “But I don’t understand,” I said. “What are you saying? That you’re going to handle this by yourself?”

  Tyler’s face suddenly hardened. He abruptly started to walk away. I wanted to reach out, but something told me not to.

  With lunch coming up, I stopped at my locker to drop off some books. When I closed the locker door, Maura was standing there. “Ah!” I gave a little gasp and felt my heart jump. Maura frowned, and I wondered if she thought there was something about seeing her that made me gasp. “Oh, gosh, you surprised me.” I placed my hand on my chest. “I didn’t know you were there. Everyone’s so jumpy these days.”

  Clutching some binders against her chest the way little girls sometimes hugged teddy bears, she nodded. I wished that for just once she would look me in the eye.

  “Hey,” I said, recalling what had happened a few days before. “How are you? What happened the other day? Is this your first day back?”

  Still staring down, she said, “I, uh, wasn’t feeling well.”

  Since when does the school call an ambulance for a student who isn’t feeling well? I wondered. Usually we go to the nurse.

  “So what’s up?” I asked uncertainly, since this might have been the first time she’d ever approached me.

  “I don’t want to bother you,” Maura started hesitantly, “but there’s something … I want to tell you. I picked you because you’re different than the others. You’ve never been mean or anything.”

  “Uh, thank you,” I said, although I wasn’t sure I understood what she was talking about.

  “It’s about what’s been going on,” Maura said, still staring downward. “But if I tell you, you have to swear you won’t tell anyone. Not a soul. Can I trust you?”

  Trust me? I felt a jolt of realization. Was she the one who’d been leaving those notes?

  “Maura, I’m not sure I can give you my word,” I said, “if it has anything to do with what’s going on. People’s lives could be at stake. I mean, not just could be. Are.”

  “I know,” Maura said. “But you have to swear. It’s the only way I can tell you.”

  I thought about Courtney, Adam, and Lucy, and decided that I had to hear what she had to say. And if I had to, I would break
my promise. What choice did I have? “Okay, Maura, I … I swear I won’t tell a soul.”

  Maura stepped close and spoke so quietly I could barely hear her. “I wished they would die. I wrote about it.”

  “You … wished Courtney, Adam, and Lucy would die?”

  Maura nodded. “They were so mean.”

  A question popped into my head: “Are they dead?”

  For once Maura gave me an open, wondrous look. “How would I know?” But then she seemed to realize what she’d done and again averted her eyes.

  Can you blame me for feeling confused? “So that’s all you did? You just wished they would die? But you don’t really have any idea what’s happened to them?”

  She shook her head. Students passed us in the hall, some giving us curious looks. Poor Maura, I thought. Didn’t she know that she surely wasn’t alone? There had to be lots of kids who’d wished someone popular would die. “I’m glad you told me. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  Maura scowled and her lips parted as if she were going to say something more, but she changed her mind. I had the strangest sensation that there was more to the story. “Is there … something else? Something you’re not telling me?”

  For an instant her eyes widened with surprise, and that’s when I knew she wasn’t telling me everything. I was almost certain of it. But before I could ask, she mumbled something about getting to her next class, and hurried away.

  Almost every day, a few kids snuck away during lunch to go to the 7-Eleven and buy the late edition of the local newspaper. That’s how I learned why the police were asking about halothane. They’d found traces of it on a rag in the parking lot in front of the deli—the last place Adam had been seen. The police theorized that someone might have used the anesthetic to subdue Adam.

  “Listen to this.” Jen had the newspaper spread before her on the cafeteria table. “The police are now saying that the person they’re looking for doesn’t go to FCC. They’ve checked out everyone who matched the sketch.”

  Cassandra leaned forward and dropped her voice. “Has anyone heard anything about Courtney and Adam hooking up behind Lucy’s back? Lindsey Sloane saw them together in his car a few weeks ago.”

  Jen turned to me. “You’re Courtney’s best friend. What about it?” There was something insistent, slightly hostile, and demanding in her voice. It was part of the change at our lunch table that I’d been noticing. Lucy had always been the focal point. It was a round table, and yet it always felt like Lucy sat at the head. With Courtney and Lucy gone, Jen not only sensed an opportunity to seize control of the group, but for some reason she imagined that I was standing in her way.

  “I, um …” I fumbled for a moment, not sure how to answer. That was all Jen needed.

  “O-M-G!” she gasped. “It’s true!”

  Suddenly every girl at the table was looking at me. “Tell us,” Tabitha urged.

  But I had no intention of doing that. “I really don’t think we should be talking like this right now.”

  Jen rolled her eyes dismissively. “Maybe the three of them ran away together. They each waited so it wouldn’t look like it was planned.”

  It was a ridiculous idea, but I kept my mouth shut. There was no reason in the world why all three of them would run away together.

  “Or maybe,” Cassy said with a glint in her eye, “Adam and Courtney did Lucy in, or something really juicy like that. And they’ll make a TV movie of it.”

  I was tempted to point out that her suggestion wasn’t only not funny but totally inappropriate. But Jen glanced expectantly at me and I realized that was exactly what she expected me to do. There was something creepy and disturbing about the undercurrents swirling around the table.

  “Oh, and listen to what I heard,” said Tabitha. “You know how they had to take Maura away in an ambulance last week? Know why she fainted? She was high on ketamine.”

  “Horse tranquilizer?” Cassy gasped.

  “No way,” Jen said dismissively.

  “Yes way. My mom’s a radiologist at the hospital and one of her best friends works in the ER. She says they get kids coming in high on that stuff all the time.” Tabitha leaned closer and dropped her voice even more. “You know where I bet she got it? Sharon. I hear she steals it from her father’s office and sells it.”

  “Why?” Jen asked. “I mean, her father’s a vet. It’s not like she needs the money.”

  “She once told me that as soon as high school’s over she’s moving to San Francisco,” Tabitha said. “I guess she wants to save up.”

  “That’s perfect,” Cassy chimed in. “I mean, what would you expect? She and her girlfriend. It’s so gross.”

  I’d had enough of their cattiness and gossip. There’d been gossip when Lucy was the queen of this table, but it had never been this nasty. I started to get up.

  “Where are you going?” Jen demanded.

  I stared straight back to let her know that I didn’t appreciate this treatment. “The girls’ room. Do I need a pass?”

  Inside the girls’ room the scent of stale smoke hung in the air; someone had probably sneaked a cigarette a period or two earlier. I looked at myself in the mirror. The rings under my eyes were showing. But it was hard to imagine that anyone at school was sleeping well these days.

  A toilet in a stall behind me flushed. The door opened and Sharon stepped out. She hesitated for a second when she saw me in the mirror, then stepped forward and washed her hands.

  I hated situations like this, where two people who knew each other were suddenly thrown together with nothing to say.

  “So how are you?” I finally asked. “I mean, you know, given everything that’s been going on.”

  “You really want to know?” she replied, and, of course, the moment those words left her lips, I realized I probably didn’t want to know. But it was too late. “For a while I thought it was great. I thought that whoever was doing it, singling out people like your friends, was doing the world a favor.”

  I stared at her in the mirror, surprised.

  “Not what you expected, right?” Sharon said.

  She seemed to be letting her guard down. Something I’d never seen her do before. “Can I ask what changed?”

  She sighed. “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Maybe deep down you realized that once you get past the cliquishness, they’re human beings just like everyone else? That they’re not evil and they never did anything to intentionally hurt anyone?”

  The lines between her eyes deepened. “Lucy never intentionally hurt you? She didn’t steal your boyfriend?”

  That was the oldest piece of gossip in the world. Or, at least, in my world. “Adam was never my boyfriend. He was … is my friend. That’s all we ever were. I don’t know where that rumor started, but it’s not true now and never was.”

  Sharon gazed steadily at me in the mirror.

  “I heard a rumor that you’re planning to move to San Francisco after graduation,” I said.

  She stared down at the sink, shook her head, and blinked hard. I’d never seen her so vulnerable, as if all her defenses had been stripped away. “I was, but … forget it.”

  “Hey, listen,” I said. “There’s something I need to ask you. I know this is the totally wrong time, but it’s important.”

  She looked at me in the mirror again. “What?”

  “Do you know what halothane is?” I asked.

  Her expression changed. “It’s an anesthetic.”

  “I heard that the police have been asking people about it. And since your father’s a vet?”

  She nodded. “They asked him. A detective came to our house.”

  “Did he say why?”

  “I wasn’t there,” she said. “My dad told me later.… Listen, Madison, I know I’ve been a real bitch, but you don’t know what it’s like, okay? Anyway, you want to know the truth? I really do hope they’re okay.” She went past me and out the bathroom door.

  I stared at the door, feeling amazed. What in
the world could have brought that on?

  A moment later I left the girls’ room. Lunch wasn’t over yet, but I didn’t feel like going back to the cafeteria. I stood in the hall for a moment, not sure where to go. The Safe Rides office, I thought, to see if I’d left my red cashmere scarf there on Saturday night.

  I pushed open the door, expecting the lights to be off, and was surprised that they were on. A drawer banged shut. Tyler was sitting at the desk, trying not to look rattled.

  “Hi,” I said uncertainly, not knowing what to think. My emotions were a jumble of conflicting impulses. Should I ask him what he’d been doing? Should I ask why he walked away from me in the hall that morning? Or should I place my hand on his and move close, hoping he’d kiss me the way he had at my house?

  “Hi,” he replied. We stared at each other. He had to know that I knew he’d been up to something. I waited. When Tyler looked away, I knew he wasn’t going to tell me. Suddenly my feelings focused into anger. He had no right to keep secrets at a time like this. I reached past him and opened the desk drawer. Inside was the Safe Rides log.

  “That’s what you were looking at,” I said, more as a statement than a question.

  “Madison, I told you—”

  “No!” I cut him short. “People’s lives are at stake. If you really know what’s going on, you have to tell the police.”

  He didn’t answer. I took out the ring binder and opened it on the desk. “You’re thinking that all three of them had something to do with Safe Rides. Lucy disappeared after we gave her that ride home. Adam vanished after he called for a ride. And Courtney was part of Safe Rides.”

  Tyler eased out of the chair and stood up.

  “Why won’t you tell the police what you know?” I asked. “Or at least, if you won’t tell them, tell me and I’ll go tell them.”

  “I better go.” He started for the door, but I blocked his path. He looked startled.

  “I want you to tell me why you were looking in the log.”

  We locked eyes. For that one moment I wasn’t thinking about how attractive and alluring he was. I just wanted to know what was going on.