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“What?” I h my chest, my temples pound

“Where’s Layla?”

“What do you mean?”

Carter’s voice couy…this fan of hers? Arianna let it slip about this TikTok and whatever last night I was going to deal with it when I got back…but Jack”

“What? What’s going on?”

“Dad…” Arianna’s voice is thick with fear “I just saw a post on her TikTok The guy…this guy that’s been following her…sort of stalking her…sending creepyan ice cream cone Wherever she is, he’s there He’s there in Cherry Falls taking pictures of her—posting them…”

I shove the phone into ht arm the door and hit the dock at a dead run

Chapter 11

Layla

I watch the drip ofFrench vanilla ice cream wind its way down the waffle cone, and all I can think of is how Jack ca and it dripped down offits way all the way down to my bellybutton

“Layla!” Willoaves her hands in front of me “Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry What?”

“That guy over there, I think he’s like…interested in you or so pictures”

My eyes drift to where she’s looking and there’s athere in a plaid dress shirt, buttoned to the top, and navy dress pants pulled high on his storeen sort of ar down on the front of his pants

“I don’t know hi pictures of me? Not you? Or you?”

They shake their heads

“No He’s not taken his eyes off you He took a picture, then tapped on his phone, then took another Now he’s just been staring”

I scratcha lick ofJack way more than is probably healthy