Free Pretty Little Liars #14 by Sara Shepard

“What if Ali is here ?”
    When a hand touched her shoulder, Hanna jumped. A familiar police officer stood above her. It was Gates, the officer to whom she’d given Kyla’s note. For a moment, she thought he was here as a mourner, but he was staring at her so intensely. “Hanna.” He said it like a statement, not a question.
    â€œY-yes?” Hanna whispered.
    Gates offered his arm. “You need to come with me.”
    At the exact same time, a skinny, dark-haired man in an FBI jacket appeared behind him. He was looking at Emily. “And you, Miss Fields.”
    People up and down the aisles stared. Emily nudged Hanna, and she staggered to her feet. Whispers swirled as she and Emily walked toward the nave. Pretty Little Liar. Noel Kahn. Alison DiLaurentis. Suicide pact .
    Once the church doors shut, Hanna stared at Gates. “What’s going on? Does this have to do with the note about Noel?”
    Gates led Hanna out the door. “No, Hanna. It’s not about that.” He sounded almost sad.
    They stepped out onto the sidewalk. Cars on Market Street slowed to a crawl. The reporters looked surprised, then sprinted toward the girls. “What’s going on?” they shouted. “Is this because of Graham’s death?” “Are you girls the serial killers?” “Officer, what did these girls do?”
    â€œNo comment,” Gates growled, holding tightly to Hanna’s arm.
    They stopped at a black sedan parked at the curb. It had a removable siren on the front, and the blue lights were whirling. The Rosewood Police vehicle was parked farther down the curb, the engine still running.
    The FBI agent opened the door for Emily and pushed her inside. Gates was about to do the same when he realized that a pickup truck had blocked him in. “Damn it,” he cursed, looking around for the driver. No one came forward.
    â€œRide with us.” The FBI agent walked hurriedly to the front seat of the sedan. “We’re going to the same place, anyway.”
    Gates nodded, then gestured for Hanna to get into the back with Emily. She slid onto the leather seat. Gates slumped in the passenger seat and slammed the door as the car pulled onto Broad. The reporters followed them for almost a block, hurling questions. Hanna stared straight ahead, afraid she might burst into tears.
    Beep .
    Hanna fumbled for her bag. She lifted her phone out and looked at the screen. One new e-mail .
    Take this, bitch! —A
    The attached file contained a series of images. The first was a picture of a BMW crumpled against a tree. Though blurred by the rain, Hanna could easily make out her face in the driver’s seat. The second image was of that same night, only Hanna was out of the car and talking on the phone. In the third image, Hanna was moving Madison Zeigler’s body into the driver’s seat where she’d just been. Somehow, the other girls weren’t in the picture—it looked like Hanna was doing it alone. And of course the picture didn’t show the car that had swerved into her lane, pushing her off the road.
    Hanna placed her hand against her mouth.
    Next to her, Emily quietly gasped. She was staring at something on her phone, too. Hanna looked over, raising an eyebrow.
    Emily showed Hanna the screen. On it was a picture of Emily and a pretty, dark-haired girl kissing on the deck of the cruise ship.
    â€œJordan?” Hanna whispered. Emily nodded miserably.
    The FBI officer glanced at her in the rearview mirror. “We know you’ve been in touch with Katherine DeLong. Aiding and abetting is a crime.”
    â€œBut I didn’t do anything!” Emily cried.
    Their phones beeped once more. Hanna looked down at the screens, both of them cheerfully flashing ONE NEW TEXT MESSAGE .
    They both opened the message at the same time. Emily let out a small whimper. Hanna read it and winced.
    Time to pay for your sins. —A

8
    COMING CLEAN
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