Kill You Last

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A text showed up…from Gabriel: Thx 4 inviting me 2 the party. W2 meet again? 121?

That caught me by surprise. I could only assume that the quick kiss I’d given him after the party had smoothed out the earlier rough spots. It was flattering to think that he still liked me, but then I thought about the warnings both Whit and Roman had given me about him. I was thinking about how to answer his text when an e-mail popped up: I like you, Shelby Sloan. If I have to kill you, I’ll kill you last.

“This is amazing,” Roman said, staring at her iPad. We were sitting at a table in the library, waiting for school to end.

“What now?” I asked.

“ In Cold Blood, by Truman Capote?” Roman said. “It’s one of the best true crime stories I’ve ever read.”

“Coming from you, that’s saying a lot.”

“And it was written in the nineteen sixties,” she stressed.

“Oh, you mean, like before the invention of the modern alphabet?”

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