Chapter
1
We couldn’t stop talking about the killer. We tried to shut him out of our minds. But then one of us would remember and say something, and the talk would start all over again.
We were all nervous. Not that any of us admitted it. No, we acted like it was all some big joke. But we were nervous, believe me. Because the murder took place so nearby. Because the victim was a girl our age—a girl just like us.
“Look at it this way,” Dawn was saying as she buttoned up her white silk blouse. “At least the girl won’t have to worry about finding a date for the prom.”
“You’re disgusting,” I told her.
“For sure,” Rachel agreed.
It was after my gym class on Tuesday. The locker room was crowded with girls all trying to get dressed in a hurry for the prom assembly. The hot and steamy air was filled with shrieks and laughter.
I put my left foot up on the wooden bench between Dawn and Rachel, who was wriggling into a pair of black denims, and hurriedly tied my sneaker. “Did you see the thing on the morning news?” I asked them.
Rachel shook her head. Dawn answered, “About the murder?”
“Yeah. They showed the police tramping around in the Fear Street woods searching for clues. And they showed the muddy ravine where the hiker had found the body. Finally they showed the girl zipped up in a blue body bag.”
“Yuck!” Dawn gagged.
“They also showed a blurry black-and-white photo of the girl—she had a really sweet smile. They said she was stabbed sixteen times.”
“Well, she’s not smiling anymore,” quipped Dawn bitterly.
Dawn had been making jokes like that since we’d heard about the murder. I figured it was her way of dealing with it. She was usually pretty good at hiding her emotions.
Rachel glowered at her. “I just don’t think it’s funny.”
“Lighten up,” Dawn replied sharply. “It’s not like it was your sister or something. It’s some girl nobody knows.”
“I called my cousin Jackie at lunch,” Rachel answered quietly. “She lives in Waynesbridge. She says she knew her.”
Dawn and I both spoke at once. “She knew her?” “Why didn’t you tell us?” “What did she say?” “How well did she know her?”
“Very well,” Rachel said, answering only my last question. “They were like best buddies. Jackie was all broken up, a total mess.”
Rachel had been brushing her straight red hair in long hard strokes, but abruptly stopped. Her face became pale. “I can’t believe this really happened right here in Shadyside. I mean, it’s so horrible.”
“Does your cousin Jackie have any idea who might have done it?” Dawn asked.
Rachel shook her head. “No. She says Stacy was just a nice kid who everybody liked. The police talked to Jackie, but she was too upset to think clearly. She couldn’t tell them a thing.”
She dropped her hairbrush into her backpack and zipped it shut. “I live on Fear Street, you know, and they found the body only a block from my house. I keep thinking it could have been me. I could have been the one they found.”
“Well, it couldn’t have been me,” insisted Dawn as she finished applying her lip gloss. “With all the weird stuff that goes on there, I wouldn’t be caught dead in the Fear Street woods.” She realized what she had said and burst out laughing.
“Yeah?” I said. “Well, this morning they interviewed this cop on TV. And he said that the murderer must have staked out Stacy’s house. He thinks this psycho waited until she was all alone, and then . . .”
I looked up and paused just to tease my friends.
“And then?” Dawn demanded.
“He murdered her in her bedroom.”
Dawn’s mouth fell open in a frightened little O. “I’ve always hated being alone in my house,” she confided.
“Somehow I don’t think this is going to help you get over your problem,” I told her.
Dawn stared blankly at me for a moment. Just a moment. Then she shrieked, clutched her head, and continued to yell at the top of her lungs. Her fake outburst earned her a chorus of laughter from the girls who were left in the locker room.
On the other side of the room Shari Paulsen held up an imaginary knife and started stabbing the air and making that weird sound from Psycho. You know the sound—the one they play whenever Anthony Perkins is stabbing somebody—Eee! Eee! Eee!
Then Shari marched around the locker room like a crazed zombie, pretending to stab everyone in sight. There was a lot of screaming.
It wasn’t really funny, but we laughed anyway. I mean, how should someone react when something horrible happens so close to home? Maybe kidding around like that helps. I don’t know.
The girl at the end of our row slammed her locker door shut and hurried out. Dawn jumped at the sound, as if someone had fired a gun, “Okay,” she said, “we’ve got to stop talking about this. I’m starting to freak out.”
“Then I guess you don’t want to hear the worst thing,” I said.
Dawn and Rachel both groaned. “Worse than being stabbed sixteen times?” Dawn asked. “What happened? She was run over by a truck?”
“I thought you didn’t want to know any more,” I said.
“What? What? What?” she begged.
I continued. “The police said this killing is just like the killing of that girl in Durham last week.”
Durham was about an hour’s drive from Shadyside. But right then that didn’t seem very far at all.
“So?” Dawn said. “What does that mean?”
“Well,” I said, “it means there’s a good chance this is the work of a serial killer.”
“A serial killer . . .” murmured Rachel. “That does it, I’m going to make my parents buy a dog.” She stuffed her feet into a pair of torn running shoes. “I mean, we don’t even have a burglar alarm at our house.”
It was true—Rachel’s parents were pretty poor compared to the rest of ours. I doubted that they could swing for an alarm system, even with a serial killer on the loose.
The bell for next period jangled loudly. There was a groan from the few girls still left in the locker room.
“Come on, you two,” Dawn said. “Hurry up.” She stood admiring her face in the mirror and made several sexy faces. “I know what we should talk about instead of the murder,” she said. “Who should I go to the prom with?” She proceeded to name four of the most popular guys at Shadyside High.
“They all asked you?” exclaimed Rachel, astonished.
“Already?” I chimed in. “The prom is still five weeks away.”
“Well,” Dawn said, “none of them has asked me yet. But they will. Believe me.”
We were the last ones out of the locker room. The hallways were empty, a sure sign we were late for assembly. We started to run, our sneakers squeaking on the tile floor.
“What about you?” Rachel asked me as we tore down the hallway. “You have a date yet?”
I shook my head no.
I would have had a date. If it wasn’t for the United States Army. I’m serious. For over a year I’d been dating Kevin McCormack. Then his father, an army major, got transferred to Alabama.
Kevin’s family moved in January. Since then I’d been dating him long distance, by mail. We’d talked on the phone a lot at first, but when my dad got the phone bill, he put an end to that.
So far Major McCormack wouldn’t give Kev permission to come back to Shadyside for the prom. Kevin’s dad felt it was important for Kevin to get “acclimated to his new home base.” Those were the exact words he used, according to Kevin. I believed it. His dad always talked army talk.
“Tell your father he’s a Major Bummer,” I had written back. Pretty clever, don’t you think?
Dawn pul
led open the heavy doors to the auditorium. A few heads in the back rows turned to stare at us.
Up on stage Miss Ryan had already begun making announcements. Mr. Abner was standing near the back doors. He caught my eye and glared as we took seats in the back row.
“Mrs. Bartlett has asked me to announce that this week you can return overdue library books without paying fines,” Miss Ryan was saying. “So I hope you’ll all take advantage of this special opportunity. If you’ve got overdue library books, please bring them in.”
She rustled through her notes. “Now we can get on to the main business of this assembly, which is to announce our five prom queen candidates.”
This news was greeted with applause and a few catcalls from some of the guys. Miss Ryan stared out over the microphone until she had silence. Then she turned toward our principal, who was waiting onstage a few steps behind her. “Mr. Sewall?”
Mr. Sewall was short, pudgy, and bald. He looked kind of like a character from “Sesame Street,” so we nicknamed him the Muppet.
He stepped up to the mike, holding a white index card in his hand. All at once I felt a rush of excitement. I knew it was uncool of me, but I was really into the prom. A lot of my friends were.
We seniors were the only ones allowed to vote. I had voted for Rachel. Rachel wasn’t the most popular girl in the class or anything, but that was mainly because she was so shy. Well, I guess it was also because she had a bitter streak in her, about being poor and all. But once you got to know her, she was really sweet and a good friend. Maybe being elected prom-queen would help her out of her shell.
Not much chance of her winning, though.
“Before we begin,” the Muppet said, “I’d like to say a few words about the tragedy that occurred in the Shadyside area yesterday.”
Rachel and I exchanged glances. Dawn put her finger in her mouth and mimed gagging.
“I hope,” began Mr. Sewall, “we all hope, that the police catch this killer as soon as possible. In the meantime, I don’t want anyone to panic. I do think that all girls should be specially careful for a while.”
“Great way to keep people from panicking,” whispered Dawn.
“Okay,” the principal continued. “Now on with the show.” He chuckled as if he had told the greatest joke in the world.
“The votes are in.” He waved the card. “As you know, the top five vote-getters become nominees for prom queen. What I’d like to do is read off the names of the five winners and ask them to come forward and join me on the stage.
“I’m going to do this alphabetically.” He smiled, glanced down his card, then looked back up, letting the suspense build. Then finally he said, “Elizabeth McVay.”
For a moment I had absolutely no reaction. I didn’t recognize my own name!
Dawn started slapping me on the back and yelling, “Way to go, Lizzy!”
I nearly tripped on my way up the aisle, and since we had been sitting in the back, I had a long way to go. I felt a little dizzy.
When I got onstage, Mr. Sewall shook my hand.
I wished I’d remembered the assembly that day. I was wearing a ratty pair of jeans and my dad’s old blue cotton workshirt. My long, curly hair was still wet from the locker-room shower.
My hair is light brown at best—honey brown, my mom always calls it. But when it’s wet, it’s just plain brown. I brushed my wispy bangs out of my eyes. They fell right back down.
The Muppet leaned back over the mike and said, “Our second prom queen nominee is . . . Simone Perry.”
There was a big burst of applause. Simone stood up and started sidestepping between rows toward the aisle.
Simone was dressed in her flashiest outfit—a silky black blouse and a leather skirt. I guessed that she’d remembered there was an assembly that day. As she headed toward the stage, she kept tossing back her long dark hair with a dramatic shake of her head.
“Congratulations,” I whispered when she took her place next to me.
“Thanks,” she said, whispering back.
I wasn’t surprised when she forgot to add, “You too.” I liked Simone, but she had a tendency to forget that the whole world didn’t revolve around her.
“Elana Potter!” Mr. Sewall announced next.
More applause. Elana stood up with a big smile and walked bouncily up the aisle. She didn’t look surprised at all. No wonder. She was one of the most popular girls at Shadyside, as she well knew.
Two more to go. I peered into the back of the hall, where Dawn and Rachel were sitting. I knew Dawn must be freaking. She was probably angry that she hadn’t been announced first, even if Mr. Sewall was going by the alphabet.
“Dawn Rodgers!”
Dawn gave a whoop and clapped her hands. She wasn’t the only one clapping. In fact, she was getting the most applause so far.
She pumped her fist in the air as she headed toward the stage. That got another round of applause. It was the gesture she always used after she scored an important point in a tennis match. Dawn was the girls’ team captain.
“And last but not least”—Mr. Sewall glanced at the card—“Rachel West!”
Dawn was a hard act to follow. The applause for Rachel was less than thunderous. I did what I could and clapped until my palms hurt.
Rachel didn’t seem to mind that she didn’t get the most applause. She was smiling and blushing almost the color of her red hair as she joined me onstage.
“Now, as you all know, the prom is fast approaching—just five weeks away,” the Muppet continued.
Dawn clapped her hands and enthusiastically cried, “All right!”
“But what you seniors don’t know,” said the Muppet, “is that as a special treat, I’ve been able to rent the newly refurbished Halsey Manor House.”
He waited for applause. It never came. We all knew the Halsey Manor House was right in the middle of the Fear Street woods—the place where the murdered Stacy had just been found.
He went on, “That should make for quite a party, don’t you think?”
The Fear Street woods. Right then it didn’t sound like a place I’d want to go, much less go dancing.
Maybe by the end of May it would seem like a good place for the prom. Maybe, but I doubted it.
As Mr. Sewall went on with his speech, I glanced at the other girls onstage. I knew these girls so well that I bet I knew what each one of them was thinking.
It was a game I liked to play sometimes. Mr. Meade, my English teacher the year before, had taught it to us. He said it was a good game for writers to play. I hadn’t written much besides long letters to Kevin in Alabama. But I wanted to write someday.
I started with Simone. Simone was the star of our drama club, and she looked the part. She was tall, dark, and, well, dramatic looking. She was also very insecure, which I guess showed she was meant to be an actress!
She was crazy about her boyfriend, Justin. And more than a little bit possessive. In fact, she was staring at him right then. I could tell by following her gaze out into the audience.
I decided what she was thinking was: Who is Justin talking to? And why isn’t he paying attention to me?
Next I focused on Elana. Elana was very pretty in a delicate, old-fashioned way, and she knew how to dress to bring it out. Right then, for instance, she had on a white frilly blouse and a dark green wraparound skirt. She was smiling, showing off a row of perfect white teeth. She was like someone you’d see on a TV commercial.
Everything came easily to Elana. Always had. She got straight A’s without seeming to, and her family had oodles of money, so she got whatever she wanted. She was so happy and friendly, though, that it was hard to hold it against her.
What was she thinking right then? Boy, being nominated sure is fun. Maybe someday I’ll be nominated President of the United States!
When I made contact with Dawn, she nodded at me, her blue eyes gleaming. I stared at her for a moment, admiring her tan.
We’d been going through our usual end-of-April rainy
spell. But Dawn always had a tan, no matter what the weather. Her long, wavy blond hair gleamed shiny and golden, as if she’d been out in the sun for hours.
She probably had. Dawn was an ace at tennis and at every other sport. Including boys.
I knew what she was thinking. It was in her eyes. I’m going to win!
“Now,” the Muppet was saying, “I know each of you would love to be elected prom queen. And this year there’s even more reason to want to win—the queen will receive a special three-thousand-dollar scholarship, donated by Gary Brandt’s father at Brandt Chevrolet.”
As he made this announcement, I happened to be looking to my left—at Rachel. I could see her emerald eyes light up when he made that announcement. It was like in a cartoon when dollar signs appear in somebody’s eyes. The money would mean a lot to Rachel, I knew. Hey, I wouldn’t have minded three thousand dollars myself.
As I’ve already mentioned, Rachel’s family was kind of poor, at least compared to the rest of ours. Rachel was the only kid I knew who had to work after school. It got her frustrated because it took time away from her schoolwork, and her grades were suffering as a result. She said she might not be able to go to college.
I’d often thought that was why she was so shy—feeling as if she wasn’t as good as the rest of us. She didn’t even know how pretty she was.
Mr. Sewall’s next words brought me back to the present. “School dismissed!”
There was the usual end-of-the-day pandemonium. People were shouting congratulations to me and the other nominees. Before I could get off the stage, Dawn grabbed me by the arm.
“I’m going to win,” she whispered fiercely in my ear. “I can just feel it.”
I smiled at her. Over the years I’d gotten used to Dawn’s competitive boasting. It was as if she thought life was a game, and she had to psych everyone out so she’d win.
As I was going down the stage steps, Simone brushed past me and almost knocked me over. I watched as she made her way through the crowd toward Justin.
She seemed pretty angry. And Justin had an embarrassed grin on his face.
“Uh, Lizzy?”
It was Rachel. With that quiet voice of hers, I almost didn’t hear her. “Do you want to come over and study tonight?” she asked.