she meant. Without some idea about the cause or the killer, there wasnât much to hold on to in the way of comfort.
âGod, it could be anyone ,â Drew said with more than enough drama to exasperate Mandy.
She was about to say something logical, like It couldnât be our parents or your brothers or Laurel , just to contradict Drewâs über-paranoia and keep her from bursting into tears again, but her cell phone trilled. Drew leaped off the bed with a yelp. Her hand fanning the air in front of her face like she was trying to get rid of a bad smell, Drew danced from foot to foot.
âOh my God! That scared me so bad.â
âYou need a pill,â Mandy said, sliding over the bed to grab her phone from the nightstand. Shechecked the caller ID to make sure Dale wasnât getting his stalker on and saw that the name was blocked. Not Dale. His name came through bright and shiny whenever he called.
âGirl, where are you?â Laurel asked before Mandy finished saying hello.
âIâm at home, where weâre all supposed to be. Where are you?â
âIâm in the chat with, like, everyone .â
Of course, Mandy thought. That was why her mailbox wasnât choking on e-mails. Everyone she knew was logged in to one of the school chat rooms. There were two: one that was actually moderated by school staff, and one that was independent of the Lake Crest website, which was the best place to learn about parties and anything else parents and teachers werenât supposed to know about.
âOfficial or un?â Mandy asked.
âPlease,â Laurel said. âOnly bottom-feeders use the official site. Now log on. Is Drew with you?â
âYeah.â
âWell, slide your butts to the screen. Iâve never seen this place banginâ so hard.â
And Laurel was right. More than thirty kids had logged in to the room. Mandy told Drew to slidethe bench at the end of her bed over so she could see. Once she had, they both scanned the user-names and found they recognized all of them.
âJacobâs signed on,â Drew said, all but gushing the name of the boy sheâd been crushing on for the last two years.
âStill needing that pill,â Mandy said, bumping Drew with her shoulder.
âWhat are they saying?â
The truth was, Mandy couldnât tell. Lines of text were rolling up the screen so fast she couldnât keep up with it all. She saw variations of Nicoletteâs nameâNicki and Naughty Nicâand words like murdered , stabbed , shotgun , but just as her eyes would lock on to a line, it was gone.
âItâs like they just want to get it all out,â Mandy said. âThey donât care if anyone can read it or not.â
âSay hi to Jacob.â
âNot.â
âWhat did that line say? Something about her being raped? Oh God. She was raped!â
âThey donât know, Drew. Calm down. None of us knows anything yet.â
An IM window opened on the screen; it was from Laurel.
Laurel2good4u : Do I speak truth or what?
MC9010025 : This is crzy
Laurel2good4u : Best Beleev. U going 2 vigil 2nite
MC9010025 : ???
Laurel2good4u : Candlelight vigil 4 Nic. Elmwood Park. 7
âIâm not going out in the dark,â Drew exclaimed right into Mandyâs ear. âAre they crazy? Why donât they just hand us over to the guy with a chainsaw and say âHappy birthday, Chuckyâ?â
âThere are going to be a billion people there, Drew.â
MC9010025 : R U?
Laurel2good4u : Y. But dadâs taggin. Meet by fountain?
MC9010025 : Y
Laurel2good4u : Kewl. TTFN dads freakin AGAIN. Iâm out
MC9010025 : TTFN
Mandy closed the window, returning her attention to the rolling lines of text filling the chatroom. She decided to scroll to the top and read what had come in since signing on; sheâd never be able to keep up with the new comments. But as she read through, she discovered