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NEW YEARS SURPRISE 7 page
"Hi. Come on in. I saw you pull up. I was out in the garage with Marc. We're working on his car."
Greta sucked in another deep breath. "I want to talk to you about something, Artie—but not in front of Marc, okay?"
He frowned. "Uh, sure. Let me tell him he's on his own for a while."
Reenie heard the back door open and close as Artie went back into the garage.
"I hope I can do this, Reenie."
"You can," Reenie assured her.
I wish I knew what to say to her, Reenie thought. I know I'd be a mess if I had to break up with Sean.
Greta started to say something. But stopped as a scream erupted from the garage. A high, ragged scream of terror.
Reenie and Greta dashed through the kitchen and out the back door. The scream grew louder. The most horrifying sound Reenie had ever heard.
Greta flung open the garage door. "Noooo!" she wailed.
Reenie pushed her way into the garage. Greta and Artie stared at Marc's car.
Reenie felt an icy lump of fear slide down her spine.
A body lay sprawled over the shiny red hood.
Marc's body.
Blood dripped from his mouth and nose.
And his head… his head…
Oh, his head…
It was twisted around on his neck…
Completely backward.
Reenie fell back against the garage wall. She didn't want to look. Didn't want to see the body sprawled over the hood. The blood. The twisted, backward head.
But she couldn't turn away.
And she couldn't stop herself from imagining what had happened. The muscle tearing. The neck bones cracking.
Did Marc die with the first snap of his neck? Reenie wondered.
Did he realize what was happening to him?
Reenie gazed at Marc's face. His mouth was still twisted into a silent scream. His eyes were wide with fear.
He knew, she realized. He knew. Finally she turned away. She couldn't bear the horrifying sight any longer.
Artie slowly backed away from the car, shaking his head. "Marc—he was fine. Fine," he insisted. "He was perfectly fine when I left him!"
Greta uttered a low moan, her eyes locked on Marc's mangled body.
Reenie felt light-headed. She swayed on her feet. She had to concentrate to keep upright.
Think, she ordered herself. Think. "We've got to get out of here," Reenie blurted out. "Whoever did this to Marc could be watching us right now!"
"He was fine," Artie repeated. "Putting in spark plug wires. He was fine. One minute ago."
"We have to call the police. Let's go!" Reenie ordered. "Don't touch anything," she said as she grabbed Greta by the arm and pulled her out of the garage, pushing Artie ahead of them.
Once inside the house, they checked the locks on all doors and windows. Reenie called 911. Then she sat down on the couch with Greta and Artie.
"It would take a lot of strength," Artie said.
"Huh?" Reenie asked. She felt numb. Artie's voice seemed to be drifting to her from far away.
"To turn someone's head like that. Whoever did it was strong—really strong."
"You're right," Reenie agreed.
Greta didn't make a sound. She stared blankly at the carpet in front of her.
"They had to be fast, too," Artie continued. "Marc was only alone for about a minute. We didn't even hear him scream."
"Yeah," Reenie agreed.
"It's like our game," Greta muttered.
Reenie turned and stared at her. "What?"
Greta didn't answer. She rocked back and forth, her arms wrapped around herself.
"What did you say, Greta?" Reenie demanded.
"Just like the tricks we play on each other," Greta answered in a singsong voice. "Except now someone is playing for real."
But who is it? Reenie wondered.
First P.J. Now Marc.
Who's doing it?
And then a frightening question pushed into her mind: Who is next?
Reenie glanced in the rearview mirror. Nothing unusual. Good.
She gripped the steering wheel of her mom's minivan. Squeezing until her knuckles hurt.
I wonder if I'll ever feel safe going out alone?
It makes sense to be nervous, Reenie told herself. It's only been a week since Marc was murdered. Just concentrate on driving. In a few minutes you'll be at the Burger Basket with Sean and Ty.
Sean's car had broken down. Bad fuel pump, he informed her. So she had to give him a ride home from work. Ty, too.
Liz had promised to pick up Ty. But she backed out at the last minute. She felt too afraid to go out at night.
No one had been arrested for Marc's murder. And the police had no new information on P.J.'s disappearance. So the killer could be anywhere.
Reenie pulled into the Burger Basket parking lot. She checked the area carefully—no one around. She climbed out of the van, locked the door, then hurried toward the entrance.
Something moved. To her left.
Reenie walked faster.
Footsteps.
Behind her.
Reenie broke into a run.
"Hey, wait up!"
Reenie spun around. Sandi trotted up to her. "What's your problem?" Sandi asked. "Didn't you see me waving to you?"
"Sorry. You scared me. What are you doing here? The place closes in about thirty seconds."
Sandi had bundled up in a big fuzzy black coat that went all the way down to her toes. Her breath came out in white puffs when she answered. "I've come to give Ty a ride home."
Huh? Reenie thought. Sandi and Ty? What's going on here? "I, uh, I thought he was going out with Liz."
"That's why I'm here," Sandi explained, smiling smugly. "I think Liz knows more than she's saying about what happened to her brother. And I think Ty probably knows what she knows."
"Shouldn't you leave the investigating to the police?"
"I just want to talk to him. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing," Reenie replied. "I guess."
I don't get it, Reenie thought. Why is Sandi so pumped about this all of a sudden?
Reenie stared at Sandi, trying to figure out her new attitude, as they entered the Burger Basket.
"Watch out," Sean cautioned. "The floor is slippery." He swung a wet mop back and forth across the tiles.
"Is Ty here?" Sandi asked.
"In back, straightening out the storeroom. He'll be done in a second."
"I'll wait," she told him. She tossed her coat into one of the booths. She had on a long blue sweater pulled over black tights.
Sean mopped his way to the end of the counter and stopped. "Whew! Floor's done. We won't be much longer now. As soon as we finish up in back, we can get out of here."
Sean locked the door. "We're officially closed," he announced. He slipped behind the counter and then disappeared into the kitchen.
Sandi paced back and forth across the floor Sean had mopped, leaving little damp footprints. Reenie gave her a disapproving frown. Sandi didn't seem to notice.
"My hands feel all sticky," Reenie told Sandi. "I'm going to wash them."
Being careful not to mess up Sean's freshly mopped floor any more than necessary, Reenie made her way to the ladies' room.
Reenie studied her face in the mirror as she washed her hands. I wouldn't mind being as great-looking as Sandi, she thought. But Ty is a smart guy. Could Sandi really make him tell her things by flirting with him?
Reenie dried her hands with a paper towel. She pushed open the door—and hesitated. The restaurant felt deserted. Kind of eerie, even with all the grinning Santas decorating the walls.
Come on, Reenie scolded herself. Of course it feels deserted. There are only three other people in the whole place!
Reenie hurried to the front counter.
No Sandi.
"Hey!" she called. "Where is everybody?"
No reply.
Reenie listened hard. Somewhere a small motor hummed into life. Probably a refrigerator, she thought. The restaurant remained eerily silent.
"Hey, Sean!"
Reenie's voice echoed off the yellow tile walls. Her eyes darted around. Over the empty booths. The deserted kitchen area. Sandi's still-damp footprints on the floor. The lighted menu board above the counter—Big Cheeser, $2.89; medium drink, $1.75.
"Ty!" she called.
The hollow echo of her own voice replied, followed by silence.
A shiver slid through her body.
"Hey, Sandi!" Reenie cried. "Where are you?"
Come on, Reenie told herself, Sandi is in the back—with Ty and Sean. Where else would they be? They'll all laugh if they realize how scared I am.
Scared?
Me?
Just because someone murdered Marc and maybe P.J.? Two people who came to my party. And who played the same game I always play with my friends.
Why should I be scared?
Another shiver swept through Reenie's body. She marched into the kitchen. No problem. Nothing to worry about.
The floor was still wet, and very slippery. Stainless-steel tables and counters surrounded her. The kitchen fan's big metal hood towered above her. For a moment she felt lost.
Where is it?
Where is the door to the back?
Then she spotted it. To her left. She turned. Lost her footing on the slick floor. And fell. Landing hard on the ceramic tiles.
Reenie shook her head. Boy, wasn't that graceful? Glad no one saw me. She shoved herself to her feet—and screamed.
"Not again. Oh, please! Not again."
Let this be a joke, Reenie prayed. Let this be the sickest joke one of us has ever played.
A pair of legs stuck out of a metal garbage can.
Long legs in black tights.
She inched closer to the garbage can and peered inside.
Sandi! Shoved facedown in the hamburger buns, lettuce scraps, and stale french fries. Mayonnaise dripped down one of her black legs.
Reenie screamed again. Screamed until her throat felt raw.
Feet pounded toward her. Sean and Ty burst through the door.
"What's wrong?" Sean demanded. "We were out back. The lid on the garbage bin—"
"Sandi!" Reenie choked out. "She's… she's…" Reenie pointed at the garbage can. "It's… it's Sandi."
Sean and Ty rushed to the garbage can and tipped it onto its side.
Sandi slid onto the tile floor in a pile of soggy lettuce, paper napkins, cardboard hamburger boxes, and half-eaten food.
"Wow!" Ty murmured. "Wow."
Reenie turned cold all over.
Sandi's eyes stared blankly at the ceiling.
But she lay on her chest. On her chest.
Her head had been twisted around backward.
Just like Marc's.
And her face held the same terrified expression. Her blue eyes wide with horror.
Three kids we knew were murdered," Reenie said sadly. "It's almost as if someone was out to get us. Our friends. Us!"
"So what did everybody get for Christmas?" Artie asked the others hanging out in Reenie's room.
"Artie," Greta moaned. "Show a little sensitivity!"
"Hey, I wanted to lighten things up a little," Artie replied. "I don't know about you guys, but I could use a laugh."
"I'm sure it has something to do with our game," Greta stated. "Three people are dead. And they were all involved in one of our practical jokes. What other connection is there between P.J., Marc, and Sandi?"
"I have an idea," Sean announced. "It came to me while I was putting the new fuel pump on my car—and remembering what happened to Marc while he worked on his."
Reenie shuddered, trying to block out the image of Marc's mangled body.
"Tell us," Greta urged.
"I think P.J. is the killer," Sean stated.
"But… he's dead!" Reenie exclaimed.
"Is he?" Sean asked. "Anyone seen his body?"
"He's been missing for weeks," Reenie pointed out. "The only thing the police ever found was his jacket—in the woods. He has to be dead."
"No, wait. I understand what Sean means!" Greta said. "P.J. is out there, hiding somewhere—and killing us one by one."
"P.J.?" Artie shook his head. "Come on. The guy is a wimp. He couldn't kill anybody."
"Think about it," Sean urged. "He had a reason to want both Sandi and Marc dead. They played the biggest part in humiliating him."
"But how did he get into the Burger Basket?" Reenie asked. "The door was locked."
They exchanged glances. They'd talked about that for hours after it happened. But none of them knew the answer.
"I don't know how he got into the Burger Basket," Sean admitted. "But someone managed to find a way. Why not P.J.?"
"He's very smart," Greta reminded them.
"P.J. is really Houdini," Artie suggested. "Back from the grave and roaming the streets of Shadyside."
Reenie glared at Artie. "Do you want to be next?" she demanded. "Do you want to end up with your head twisted around? How can you joke about this?"
"Sorry," Artie mumbled.
Reenie sighed. "I'm sorry, too. I've been going nuts thinking every person I see is the killer. I've even wondered about Ty."
"Ty?" Greta cried. "No way."
"But he was in the Burger Basket when it happened. And we hardly ever see him anymore," Reenie declared.
"No," Sean protested. "I was with Ty from the time I left you and Sandi out front until we heard you scream."
"He hasn't been hanging around with us because of Liz," Greta added. "They're together all the time now. And we know why Liz is avoiding us."
"I think P.J. is getting his revenge," Sean told them. "And maybe he's not finished. Maybe he's after all of us."
"But where is he hiding all this time?" Reenie demanded.
"Maybe Liz is hiding him," Artie suggested. "He could be right there in his own house!"
"The police must have checked the house," Reenie pointed out. "It's probably one of the first things they did."
"Well, I think it's P.J., and I think he's hiding somewhere," Sean insisted.
"Like in a cabin in the woods!" Artie exclaimed. "There are a bunch of them out by Fear Lake. They're all empty. No one uses them in the winter."
"What should we do?" Reenie asked. "Go to the police?"
"Why would they listen to us?" Artie demanded.
"Artie's right," Sean agreed. "All we could tell them is that we think PJ.'s the killer, and we think he's hiding somewhere. They wouldn't pay any attention to us."
"So, what do we do?" Reenie asked.
"Maybe we should take turns following Liz," Greta suggested. "She might lead us to P.J."
"Let's try to talk to her first," Sean said. "Liz won't tell us anything that would hurt P.J. But we might be able to find out if she believes he's dead—and if she blames us."
"Good idea." Artie jumped up and began pacing around the room. "Because if P.J. is the killer, I'm at the top of his list."
"Maybe you should talk to her alone, Reenie," Greta said. "You're the closest to her. And she's not going to say much in front of a group of people."
Reenie glanced from face to face. They all want me to do it, she realized. "Okay, I'll try. But I'm sure Liz hates me after what happened at my party."
A light snow began to fall as Reenie pulled up in front of Liz's house on Fear Street. She put the minivan in Park and sat there, reluctant to get out.
She scanned the neighborhood. Snow covered the roofs of the houses and the lawns, making everything white except the windows. The windows seemed to stare at her like dark eyes.
Reenie shivered. I don't like Fear Street, she thought.
So go talk to Liz. Then you can leave.
Reenie climbed out of the minivan and turned up Liz's front walk. Halfway to the house, a frightening thought occurred to her.
What if PJ. really is the killer? And what if he has been living in the house? What if he's waiting in there right now—waiting for me?
The door swung open.
Reenie jerked her head up.
Liz stepped onto the porch and stood there watching her.
Uh-oh. Too late to worry about that now, Reenie thought. "Hi!" she called as she continued up the walkway.
Liz didn't answer. She continued to stare at Reenie, her expression blank, her arms crossed over her chest.
Reenie stepped up beside Liz.
"What do you want?" Liz asked coldly.
"Well, I wanted to talk to you." This is going to be hard, Reenie thought. This is going to be so hard.
"What about?"
Reenie met Liz's hard stare. "I want to apologize. We all do. We didn't mean to hurt P.J. We didn't think anything bad—"
"My brother is missing," Liz interrupted. "He could be dead."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But we were playing a joke—that's all."
"Your apology isn't going to change anything. All I can think about is P.J. I keep imagining all the horrible things that could have happened to him. I keep picturing…"
Liz's voice cracked. Reenie could see tears in her eyes.
Reenie reached out to wrap her arm around Liz. Liz jerked away. She turned her back on Reenie as she struggled to control her tears.
Reenie opened her bag and fumbled around for a tissue. She tapped Liz on the arm and handed it to her.
"Thanks," Liz muttered. She sniffled. Then she straightened up and turned to face Reenie.
Reenie felt tears in her own eyes. She hadn't spent much time thinking about Liz and how she must be feeling. Everything had happened so fast—P.J.'s disappearance, Marc's murder, Sandi's murder.
"I should have talked to you right away," Reenie admitted. "We were friends, right? I should have been there for you."
Liz shook her head. "No. I didn't want you around, Reenie," Liz said softly. "I still don't. Every time I see you, I think about P.J. About what you did to my brother."
"Can't you give us all another chance?" Reenie pleaded. "Especially now, with this killer on the loose. We all need to stick together."
Anger flashed in Liz's eyes. "Go away, Reenie. I know you're sorry. But I can't forgive you for what you did to P.J. Not ever."
"Liz, I—"
Liz pulled open the storm door and dived inside.
The front door slammed in Reenie's face.
"Do you think I should talk to Liz?" Greta asked. "Now that she's had a few days to calm down."
Reenie hesitated.
"She knows I got along with P.J.," Greta continued. They turned the corner onto Reenie's block.
"You're right," Reenie agreed. "I remember Liz wishing P.J. would ask you out. But I don't think she wants anything to do with us."
Greta and Reenie hurried up Reenie's driveway. "My feet are freezing," Reenie said. "All that slush soaked into my shoes. I want to put on some dry socks right away."
Reenie unlocked the door. They tossed their coats into the hall. "Mom, I'm home," Reenie called. "Greta's with me."
"You got some mail," her mother answered from the living room. "I put it on your bed. And I made some Christmas cookies if you want some."
"Okay. Thanks." Reenie led the way to her room.
"You want a pair of dry socks?" she asked Greta as she pulled open the top drawer of her dresser.
"No. My boots kept my socks dry." Greta plopped down on Reenie's bed.
Reenie sat next to Greta and slid off her shoes. "I wonder what this is." She picked up a long gray envelope. "No return address."
"Open it," Greta urged. "It doesn't look like junk mail. Too fancy."
Reenie tore open the envelope and pulled the letter out. She unfolded it and shook her head. "Whoa."
"What?" Greta demanded.
"I don't believe this. It's from Liz. She's inviting me to a party."
Reenie read the letter again:
December 29th
Dear Reenie,
So I've decided to have a New Year's Eve party. I know P.J. is gone, and that this has been a hard year for all of us. But let's put this year behind us and celebrate. And hope that next year is a better year for everyone.
Please come. I'm inviting all my closest friends to my house around nine.
Hope to see you then.
Liz
Reenie peered through the car window as Sean pulled to a stop in front of Liz's house. An icy wind sent white waves of snow swirling across Fear Street.
"I don't see any lights on," Reenie commented. "And there aren't many cars parked on the street."
"You're right," Sean answered. "I wonder how many people Liz invited."
"Even if she invited a lot, I don't think many kids would come." Reenie sighed. "Justin Stiles is having a huge party tonight, remember? And his parties are always great."
"Maybe we can cut out early and head over there," Sean suggested. "Ready to go in?"
Reenie pulled open her bag and dug around for her favorite berry-pink lipstick. She waved it in front of Sean's face. "I think you kissed it all off," she told him.
"I hope you don't expect me to apologize," Sean teased.
Reenie shook her head and finished reapplying her lipstick.
"Ready?" Sean asked.
"Not really," Reenie admitted. "I'm glad Liz invited us. But I'm nervous about seeing her again."
"Come on—it's New Year's Eve!" Sean exclaimed. "Let's party!"
A horn beeped behind them. "Greta and Artie," Sean observed.
"Great! Now we can all go in together. It will be easier to face Liz in a group."
Reenie and Sean climbed out of the car and met the other couple on the sidewalk. I'm glad they didn't break up, Reenie thought. Enough bad things have happened this year.
"Party time!" Artie exclaimed. He slapped Sean a high five. "Happy New Year's Eve, guys!"
They made their way up the snowy front walk. "Haven't they ever heard of shovels?" Greta complained. "I'm going to kill myself trying to walk through snow in these shoes."
Reenie grabbed the rail as she climbed up the porch steps. She didn't want to go flying on the icy cement.
The porch light was off. Reenie didn't hear any music or voices coming from the house.
"Why is it so quiet?" Greta whispered.
Reenie shrugged and rang the doorbell. "I guess we're the first to arrive."
"Have you ever been inside?" Artie asked as they waited for Liz.
"No. I dropped Liz off a couple of times, but never went inside. And we talked on the porch the day I tried to apologize," Reenie answered. "I wonder if her parents will be home tonight. I've never met them."
Reenie hoped they wouldn't. She didn't know how she could face them. What could she say to them about the night P.J. disappeared?
"What's taking Liz so long?" Artie demanded. "It's freezing out here." He raised his fist to knock—and the door swung open.
Liz appeared, wearing a red velvet party dress. That deep red is a great color for her, Reenie thought. But Liz is so pale. Even her lips appeared almost colorless.
Liz swept out her arm, gesturing them inside. "Come in. I've been waiting for you," she said softly.
"I'm so glad you decided to have a New Year's Eve party!" Reenie exclaimed. She gave Liz a quick hug. But Liz kept her arms at her sides, her body stiff.
Why did she invite me if she's going to act so cold? Reenie wondered.
Liz turned her back on them abruptly. She walked briskly down the hall toward the only room with a light on. "The living room is this way," she called.
Oh, no! Reenie thought as she stepped into the room. She heard Greta give a little gasp behind her. I shouldn't have come here, Reenie told herself. I never should have come here. Date: 2015-04-20; view: 622
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