LOGINThe house was silent.Too silent.Sienna stood halfway up the stairs, staring into the darkness below.“Come down.”The voice came again.Her heart slammed against her ribs.She knew that voice.She had heard it every night of her childhood.Her father's voice.But her father was dead.Jace moved in front of her.“Stay behind me.”Sienna grabbed his arm.“That's my father's voice.”“I know.”“No, you don't understand.”“I understand enough.”The voice came again.“Sienna.”She squeezed Jace's arm.“Dad?”Silence.Then a quiet laugh.It wasn't her father's laugh.Sienna's stomach twisted.Jace looked at her.“It's a recording.”“What?”He pointed toward the living room.A small speaker sat on the table.The voice played again.“Sienna, sweetheart…”Then it stopped.Sienna let out a shaky breath.“Someone is playing with us.”“Obviously.”“That's not funny.”“I wasn't trying to be funny.”“Your face says otherwise.”“My face is terrified.”Despite herself, Sienna almost laughed.“Good.
Sienna didn't like the way Jace was looking at her.Not angry.Not suspicious.Worried.“Why are you staring at me?” she asked.“Because you're thinking about going there.”“To Ethan's house?”“Yes.”“Obviously.”He shook his head.“You heard what I said.”“I heard you say someone might be waiting for us.”“Exactly.”“So we go somewhere else.”Jace looked at her.“You're joking.”“No.”“Sienna.”She sighed.“Fine. We don't go there tonight.”He relaxed slightly.“Thank you.”“We go tomorrow morning.”His eyes closed.“You're impossible.”“You've mentioned that.”He almost smiled.Then his phone buzzed.They both looked at it.No message.Just a missed call.From his mother.Jace's expression changed.He immediately called back.No answer.Again.Nothing.“Sienna…”“What?”“My mother always answers.”“Maybe she's sleeping.”“At midnight?”“Some people sleep at midnight.”“She doesn't.”His voice had changed.Sienna knew that tone.Something was wrong.“Let's go.”Jace drove home first.
“Did you really think I wouldn't find you?”Sienna's blood ran cold.She knew that voice.She had heard it through distorted phone calls. In the anonymous messages. In the warnings that had followed her since she arrived at Westbridge.But hearing it in the darkness was different.It was close.Far too close.Jace stepped in front of her.“Come out.”A quiet laugh echoed through the basement.“You always were protective of the wrong people.”Jace's shoulders stiffened.Sienna noticed.“You know him?”“No.”The answer came too quickly.“Jace.”“I said no.”A light suddenly flickered on.A man stood at the other end of the basement.Sienna's heart jumped.It was Marcus.The former coach.The man whose name had appeared in every part of Ethan's story.He looked older than she remembered from the photographs, but there was no mistaking him.He smiled.“Sienna.”She couldn't move.Marcus looked at Jace.“You shouldn't have brought her here.”Jace stepped forward.“You've been following her
“My father is dead.”Jace said it so quietly that for a second, Sienna wondered if she'd heard him correctly.Aaron didn't move.“No,” he said. “Your father disappeared.”Jace stared at him.“That's not what happened.”“You were told that's what happened.”“My mother buried him.”Aaron's expression didn't change.“Did you see the body?”Jace went silent.Sienna felt the air leave the room.Aaron looked between them.“That is the problem with lies. They don't need to be perfect. They only need to be repeated long enough.”Jace stepped toward him.“Who are you?”“I already told her.”“I don't care what you told Sienna.”Aaron smiled faintly.“You should.”Jace grabbed the front of his shirt.“Tell me where my father is.”Aaron didn't fight him.Instead, he looked over Jace's shoulder.“At home.”Jace froze.“What?”Aaron's voice dropped.“Waiting for you.”The lights suddenly came back on.Aaron was gone.Sienna spun around.The gym doors were still closed.“Where did he go?”Jace relea
“I think I might know what happened to Ethan.”Jace's voice was barely above a whisper.Sienna stared at him.For three years, she had imagined this moment.She had imagined someone finally telling her the truth.She had imagined screaming.Crying.Maybe even punching someone.She hadn't imagined standing beneath a broken streetlight with Jace looking like he was about to fall apart.“What do you remember?” she asked.Jace didn't answer.“Jace.”He looked at his hands.“I remember waking up.”“Where?”“The locker room.”“On the night Ethan disappeared?”He nodded.Sienna's heart hammered.“What happened before you woke up?”“I don't know.”“You just told me you remembered.”“I remember pieces.”“Then give me the pieces.”He rubbed his forehead.“There was shouting.”“Between who?”“I don't know.”“You don't know?”“I was dizzy. My head was killing me.”Sienna stepped closer.“What else?”“I remember Ethan.”Her breath caught.“You saw him?”“Yes.”“Was he alive?”Jace closed his eyes.
Sienna couldn't stop staring at Jace.He stood in front of her, breathing hard, his eyes fixed on the dark hallway where the stranger had disappeared.“How did you know I was here?” she asked.Jace didn't answer immediately.That was enough to make her stomach twist.“You knew,” she said again.“I saw your location.”“My location?”He pulled out his phone.“You left your location sharing on.”Sienna blinked.“What?”“You sent me your location yesterday when we went to the hospital. You never turned it off.”She stared at him.“Oh.”Jace raised an eyebrow.“That's all you have to say?”“I didn't know.”“I figured.”She crossed her arms.“You could've just told me instead of appearing like some creepy detective.”“You were sneaking around an abandoned building at midnight.”“Technically, I was investigating.”“Technically, you were trespassing.”“Details.”He laughed under his breath.Then his expression changed.“What did that man say to you?”Sienna hesitated.“Nothing important.”Jac







