Spencer pressed her tongue hard against the roof of her mouth. Jasmine Fuji was an FBI agent who’d been asking the girls questions about Tabitha Clark’s death. Jamaica? she mouthed.
Aria looked around nervously. “Maybe they found out about . . . you know.” She drew a T on the table with her finger. T for Tabitha.
“Maybe Ali told them,” Emily said.
“But we have proof that we didn’t do it,” Hanna said. “Ali texted us and said she killed her. We’ll just show them that.”
“How can we?” Emily said, her eyes full of fear. She drew something on the table with her finger, too. The letter A.
Spencer knew what she meant. If they told about A, A might hurt someone else.
Aria sat back in the chair, making it creak. “I wish there was a way to talk but to remain protected. Besides the witness protection program.”
Spencer licked her lips. “We could request immunity,” she whispered. “Make them promise to protect us if we come forward about A.”
Emily looked nervous. “But what if they say no . . . and then manipulate it out of us anyway?”
“Or what if they say they’ll protect us but don’t follow through with it?” Aria asked.
“Yeah, I don’t think that sounds like a good plan,” Hanna said, biting a nail.
“It is a good plan,” Spencer insisted. “I see it on Law and Order all the time.”
Footsteps rang out in the hall, growing closer. Then the door opened, and a woman walked through. Everyone jumped. “Hello, girls,” a familiar brisk voice said.
It was Agent Fuji. She shut the door behind her. Spencer swallowed hard. This was about Tabitha.
Fuji’s black hair was sleekly styled as usual, but there was something tired-looking about her face. When she pulled out a chair to sit, one of her nails broke. “Let’s talk,” she said. Fuji glanced at each of them as she sat down.
No one said a word. Hanna’s hair hung in her face. Aria wiped tears with her sleeve. Spencer had picked away all the skin on the side of her thumbnail. She wondered if Fuji had heard everything.
Agent Fuji settled back in her chair and jingled her keys. Her keychain held a picture of a West Highland terrier with pink bows in its hair. Spencer hadn’t pinned Fuji as the type who liked dogs.
Outside, another door slammed. A phone rang. A heater clicked on with a rattle. “Okay,” Fuji said finally. “Hit and run. Aiding and abetting. Dating a fugitive. And international art theft. And it all comes out at once? It seems like an awful coincidence. You girls could face serious prison time. This will ruin your father’s campaign, Hanna. If you’ve gotten accepted to colleges, they’ll probably renege the offers. You’re ruining your lives. Did you even think about that?”
No one dared to look at Fuji. Spencer’s heart banged in her chest.
“I’ve been working with the state and local police forces on this Clark case, and I think there’s stuff you’re hiding from me about that, too.” Fuji folded her hands. “You’d better start talking—about something.”
Hanna shifted. Aria wiped another tear from her cheek. Spencer cleared her throat and glanced around the table. “Anderson Cooper,” she said in a calm, even voice. Their secret code for Ali.
“Spence, I don’t know.” Aria looked pained.
Hanna gulped. “Yeah, maybe we should—”
“We have to,” Spencer interrupted. “It’s the only way. Just trust me on this.”
Everyone clammed up. Fuji stared at them, waiting. Then Aria sighed. “Fine. Let’s do it.”
After a moment, Hanna ever-so-faintly nodded. Emily did, too. Spencer glanced around the room, seeing things for the very last time before they finally came clean about Tabitha. Before their lives, possibly, changed forever. But she knew it was the right thing to do. They were drowning by themselves. They needed help.
She leaned forward and gazed at Fuji. “Look. We’re not saying that what we did was right, but we messed up, and we’re sorry about what we did. But there are reasons why we haven’t come clean. And we do have more information on Tabitha, but we haven’t been able to tell you.”
“Why not?” Fuji asked sharply.
“Because it hasn’t been safe,” Spencer explained. “We’re being threatened. What we know is really, really dangerous. So if we say something, we want something in return.”
“Go on.” Fuji folded her hands. “I’m listening.”
“We need to make sure you’ll keep us safe,” Spencer said firmly. “We don’t want anything to happen to us or our families.”
Fuji nodded. “All right. We can arrange that.”
“And we also want our charges dropped. Everything we did—the drugs, the theft, the secret communication with the fugitive, and the accident—it needs to be wiped clean from our records.”
“Spencer!” Emily cried.
Aria covered her eyes.
But Spencer didn’t apologize or renege the demand. She adopted the tactic she used when she used to play forward in field hockey: stare down your opponent during face-off. Don’t let them see you sweat. Don’t back down. “That’s what we want. Can you do that for us?”
Fuji was the first to blink. “Okay. But whatever you have, it had better be good.”
Spencer took a breath. She hadn’t thought Fuji would actually go for it.
Then she explained what they knew, including how they’d accidentally pushed Tabitha off the balcony but didn’t kill her. They couldn’t tell anyone the truth, though, because of how it looked. And because someone was threatening them.