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Justin almost felt sorry for her. “Justin!” Brooke shouted and ran toward him. He gathered her in his arms, holding her close. He kissed the top of her head. “I’m so glad you were able to get out.” “Yes. Thanks to Brad.” Brooke smiled up at him. “Your friend helped me out of the window. He had his F.B.I. friends ready to see the pictures that I took.” Justin glanced at Brad as he walked up to them, grinning. “It seems, the F.B.I. had been keeping a close eye on Tony Pierpont all along. With Brooke’s pictures, that’s all they needed to arrest the man.”

Brooklyn nodded, not looking up as she continued to type into her phone. “So, as well as being the DJ, you’re also a budding artist?” she asked. “That’s correct,” Bradford said. Brooklyn glanced up from her phone and asked, “Have you designed anything for the band?” Bradford nodded and said, “I’ve drawn up posters and helped design the logo for our t-shirts.” “You guys have t-shirts?” Shea broke in. “I want one!” Bradford grinned at her and said, “I’ll be sure to get you one, lovely lady.”

Harry said and took a step towards her. "Aha!" Brooke grinned and successfully ate some chocolate from the now open packet. "Brooklyn!" Harry snapped. Brooke looked up at Harry and raised her eyebrows. "Yes?" "What did Brandon want?" "You know, I don't understand how chocolate can be so good, but be so bad for you," Brooke said and she gasped softly when Harry snatched the chocolate from her hand and held it away from her. "Tell me," Harry said lowly. "It was nothing really," Brooke sighed and looked up into Harry's eyes. "He was trying to explain himself, I guess in his own way he was trying to apologise. He said he was going to try and calm Rogue down."

Maddison's POV The wallpaper was a photograph taken in the sunlight. A selfie, the kind you’d see at a park. The arm was slung around Clara, holding her tightly to him. He was smiling at the camera, an easy, perfect picture of style, his smile promising fun, adventure, and always knowing he was only interested in you. Then, at this point, Maddison remembered Brooke…the pictures he'd posted on social media a day after her graduation. Just like that, he had continued, moved on to the next woman.

“Don't tell anyone, okay? I don't need Lucas giving me a hard time again.” Brooke laughed and stepped out of the door to let me back into our shared bedroom. She ran and jumped onto her twin bed in the corner, tucking her legs under her once she landed. One of her tabloid magazines slid off the bed and landed on the floor, but she just ignored it. “Your secret's safe with me.” She held up her hand as though she were swearing in at a courtroom before a grin covered her face. “Now, who's the guy? Local or tourist?”

Brandon went to his room to rest for a while before Ryder came to get him. Brooklyn walked back to her room. Did she do the right thing in declining the offer? She had no idea what the future held for her but she didn’t want to get involved with her brother’s best friend. She picked up the note that Nikolas sent her and her eyes lit up immediately. Will he come soon? She was missing him so much!

The number they'd been tracking. "Yep," Sanders whispered. "This is it." Brooks wasn't finished. He bent again, his light slashing across the floorboards. He reached, hesitated, and then extracted a thin, creased picture. His brow was furrowed. "What is it?" Sanders demanded, angered at being kept in the dark. Brooks stood up and put it in his hand. The picture was wrinkled, the corners rough — a woman with a sharp grin, eyes oddly defiant. In sloppy script on the back, a date and a time—tonight's date.

“Don't tell anyone, okay? I don't need Lucas giving me a hard time again.” Brooke laughed and stepped out of the door to let me back into our shared bedroom. She ran and jumped onto her twin bed in the corner, tucking her legs under her once she landed. One of her tabloid magazines slid off the bed and landed on the floor, but she just ignored it. “Your secret's safe with me.” She held up her hand as though she were swearing in at a courtroom before a grin covered her face. “Now, who's the guy? Local or tourist?”

Only Harvey and Mandy remained untouched. A streak of red showed up on Stacy Leo’s face. She was utterly furious. “Who did it?!” “Have you thought of the consequences of lashing out against me, Brock Park?!” Brock stood up with an expression as cold as ice. “I don’t care who you are. I’m giving you one minute to show yourself! “If not, be prepared to die once I find you!” “Heh heh, you’ve got guts. No wonder you would dare to bully the people here…”

I faced away from her. A poster of Wade—saying boldly below the picture of the fourteen-year-old boy, “If you can give any relevant information” above and “Reward is assured” below—and a different picture of Wade McCoy in his school uniform, clearly captured from afar. At this point I thought it wasn’t possible and assumed she might be after the money. I assumed we might just have another fake witness here to give a fake testimony—but I was wrong.