Chapter 15

Violet | After 

I'm sitting on my bed with wet hair hanging down and my sketchbook balanced on my lap. I finished all my homework before my shower and since I have an Art lesson tomorrow, I may as well brush up on my skills. I flick past the sketches of graveyards and ghosts and boys in football jerseys and girls in Harvard hoodies that I did on the plane and after getting out of Everly to a fresh page. 

"Well, we're basically done finding the suspects," she tells me, flopping down on her bed. "Me and Carlos talked to people, hacked into his Mum's Insta and found alibis for every teacher and student not at the party except one."

"Who?" I question. "And did you say you hacked into his mom's Instagram?"

"His mum was friends with Mrs Elliot when they went to school and she follows Elliot's private account so Carlos logged into hers and found a post from the night Grace died. She was at the ann

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