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opportunity and motive. And now I was living right next door to her--and Josh was dating her. I shoved the covers aside, pulled my chair out from under the doorknob, and sat down at my desk. I was not going down without a fight. Hauer wanted evidence? I'd find him some evidence. This bitch was going down.

    I whipped a pad and pen out of my bag and wrote Ivy's name at the top, then jotted down all the reasons I was sure she was the bad guy. Her motive (her grandmother's stroke), her behavior (trying to exclude us from the Legacy), her not-so-subtle remarks (about hating Billings and Cheyenne). My hands shook the whole time and my writing looked like that of a serial killer--different from one line to the next--but I kept on going. When I was done, I took a deep breath. If I showed this to Hauer, would it be enough?

    Probably not. Everyone knew Ivy was dating Josh now. He would probably see these as the psychotic ramblings of a teenage girl who was heartbroken that her boyfriend had moved on.

    Which I was, but still.

    What could I do to make it look more legit? The answer hit me almost immediately. I needed more suspects. I needed to make it at least appear like I was being fair. Unbiased. I drew my knees up and sat back in my chair to think. Part of me felt it would be a waste of time, but in all honesty, there were a few other potential suspects. Reluctantly, I listed them and their potential motives beneath Ivy's entry.

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    First, Trey Prescott. He was an incredible guy, and I seriously doubted he was capable of hurting a fruit fly, but he had been so angry at Cheyenne at the beginning of the year. Why had they broken up over the summer? Maybe it was something worth killing over.

    Then, of course, I had to consider the other girls in Billings. They always say the people closest to the victim are the prime suspects. All the classic murder motives--jealousy, passion, anger--are stronger with people you're close to. Just look at Ariana and Thomas. She had loved him. But when it came down to it, I couldn't think of many girls with real motives for killing Cheyenne. She had been a total dictator, but most of the girls in Billings kind of liked that. The only girls with any kind of motive were the three she had targeted-- the three she had wanted to kick out.

    Sabine, Constance, and Lorna.

    Of course I disregarded Sabine and Constance right away. They were two of my best friends and were both totally guileless, sweet, and honest. And Lorna was too big of a wuss to murder anyone, let alone spend weeks stalking me. Unless she had help from Missy, her best friend. Missy was a hell of a lot stronger than Lorna, plus she hated me. What if she had helped out Lorna by offing Cheyenne, then decided to get her own jollies by stalking me? It made a twisted kind of sense. I added "Missy/Lorna ???" to my list.

    After much thought I also added Astrid. It pained me to do it, but the girl was kind of an enigma. No one knew why she had been kicked out of Barton School last year. She had told me she'd been caught smoking, but would that really get a person kicked out of school?

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    Maybe it had been for some insidious crime. Plus she had known Cheyenne forever. Maybe, like the drama Ivy and Cheyenne had at Ivy's grandmother's house, there was something in their shared past that had set Astrid off. They had definitely been at odds with each other at the beginning of the year, and I had assumed it was because Astrid refused to fall in line with Cheyenne's plans to keep Constance, Sabine, and Lorna out of Billings. But who knew? Maybe it had been something larger than that. Still, I put two extra question marks next to Astrid's name. I didn't want it to be her. Not remotely.

    I looked over my list and took a deep breath, feeling calmer now that I was taking some sort of action. Tomorrow morning, after everyone had left for breakfast, I was going to search Ivy's room for something concrete. I knew it was risky, but I didn't care. If I