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open and the word FAVOR seemed to leap up at her. She set it next to YOURSELF.

She shut her eyes and tried again, but nothing. Why is this so hard? She closed her eyes once more, unaware that her sister had just entered the room.

“Taylor?” Hayley asked.

Taylor looked up, startled. “Geez, Hayley! Thanks for the warning.”

“You should have dragged my butt out of bed.”

“Your butt’s too big to drag,” Taylor said.

Hayley sat on the floor, facing her sister. “That means yours is too. We have the same butt, remember?”

“Don’t remind me,” Taylor said. “I see it every time you walk in front of me.”

Hayley dropped the butt talk. She studied the letter tiles spelling out YOURSELF and FAVOR. “That’s all you’ve got?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s why you’re here now. Give it a try.”

Hayley closed her eyes and ran her fingers over the game pieces. When she opened them, she immediately saw the word WORLD.

“I feel something about that too,” Taylor said, moving the tiles next to FAVOR and YOURSELF.

In the remaining letters—L I K L A H T E D O—Hayley saw the words HATE and KATE, but, while they seemed to play into the events of what happened to Katelyn, they didn’t seem right.

She reached for the last of the wooden tiles and slowly moved them to spell KILL.

Without saying another word, Taylor arranged the remaining game pieces to spell out:

DO THE WORLD A FAVOR KILL YOURSELF

She looked up at Hayley. Even in the dim light of the living room, it was clear to see that the color had left her face.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Taylor asked, tears coming to her eyes. She hated when she reacted like that, but she couldn’t help it.

“You already know I am thinking it,” Hayley said.

Taylor rubbed her eyes dry with the sleeve of her robe.

“Someone wanted Katelyn to kill herself,” she said.

Hayley started to gather up the pieces of the game, a game that would never, ever seem like fun again.

“Who would want that?” Taylor asked.

The sisters started toward the narrow staircase, lowering their voices to a whisper as they walked.

“Someone with a very black heart, that’s for sure,” Hayley said.

Taylor nodded. “Someone we’re going to find.”

“And we will make them pay,” Hayley whispered. “Big-time.”

It wasn’t a threat, but more of a promise. All lives have a purpose. Taylor and Hayley Ryan knew whatever gifts they’d been given were powerful and they intended to use them for the right side.

For Katie.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The next morning, Hayley found their father in his office writing and drinking coffee, which, judging by the dark ring at the mug’s midpoint, she was sure was left over from the previous day. Kevin Ryan was on a don’t-disturb-I’m-in-the-homestretch-of-something-really-really-important work jag. It was Groundhog Day, and all indications were that this exact scene would be repeated until he was done.

“Got a minute?” she asked.

Kevin swiveled his office chair to face her. He hadn’t shaved for two days and he was of the age where stubble wasn’t cool, where it looked more bum than stud.

Not that thinking of her father in that way would ever cross Hayley’s mind.

“What’s up?” he asked.

Hayley hated when he talked like that, but this wasn’t the time for a coaching session on which colloquial phrases were really in and which were used only on beer commercials written by completely unhip advertising copywriters.

“Dad,” Hayley said, framing a lie, a small but necessary one, “I was reading about a case in Nebraska or Nevada about a woman who committed suicide because her husband said she was fat.”

“I haven’t seen that story,” he said, glancing over at his idled keyboard.

“I saw it online,” she went on. “The husband kept calling her names, leaving her bags of food with nasty notes.”

“He sounds like a pig,” he said.

“You don’t know the half of it. Well, I’ve been wondering about him. I mean, can he be held liable for it?”

“I don’t think so.” Kevin slid his computer glasses down the bridge of his nose. “He mostly has to live with himself for being an ass.”

“Isn’t it like someone yelling fire in a crowded theater? You know, and causing someone to get trampled to death?”

“Not really. I mean, even if she were unstable and fat and he merely taunted her, that wouldn’t mean he was responsible. After all, the woman in Nebraska or Nevada—”

“Maybe New Hampshire,” Hayley said, adding a shrug for good measure.

“Right. Whatever N state she was from, makes no difference. The woman was an adult and responsible for her actions.”

“But her husband urged her to kill herself.”

Kevin, smelling a crime story, seemed more interested just then. “How so?”

“He told her to do it. Bullied her. He left her notes and told her to do the world a favor and kill herself.”

“That’s different,” he said. “If she was vulnerable and he told her to do that… By the way, how did she kill herself?”

Hayley hadn’t thought that one through. If she’d really read the story online—if there had been a story online—it would have mentioned the cause of the heavy woman’s demise. For a split second she considered offering up something totally off the wall, like the dead woman ate a hundred waffles and died of a perforated stomach, but she refrained. She knew her dad would Google the case then.

Waffles + suicide. Hit search.

“She jumped off a roof.”

“Wow,” he said. “That’s hard-core.”

“Yeah, she hit the pavement and splattered like a melon,” she said, adding a description that she knew he’d like.

“Watermelon?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Casaba.”

“Nice, Hayley.”

She hugged her dad before leaving him to do his work. She’d lied to him, but she’d made him smile too. She could tell that he loved the melon visual. She expected that he’d use that the next time he had the occasion to write about a jumper.

The body hit the asphalt and splattered like a melon… er… like a casaba.

Chapter Thirty

People in Port Gamble knew the death of the Berkleys’ daughter would make it nearly impossible for Harper

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