“I want to know what you don’t recall,” I say finally.
“You don’t trust me,” she says, looking disappointed.
“Like you trusted me when I told you I heard Emily’s voice?”
She looks torn. “I do… but I can’t believe in something I don’t see. I just can’t. And when I think about everything that’s happening right now, it doesn’t say revenge from beyond the grave. It doesn’t even say random serial killer. It says guy with a grudge. Everything is too personal. The cards ending up inmypurse. The words—one of us kissed a killer, one betrayed a friend, one killed a best friend. They’re each obviously meant to refer to one of us.”
“But there are four of us, and only three cards.”
“I thought of that. But then I thought of something else. Mila wasn’t invited.”
I look at her in surprise. “Then you did send out the invites.”
“No. But when we were discussing them at dinner, Milasaidwe all got one. But she also said maybe they were ordered off the internet or something, remember?”
I nod. I do remember her saying that.
“Mine was written outby hand,” Kennedy emphasizes. “So was yours. She didn’t realize her mistake until she saw your invitation.”
“Shit.” It was such a small moment, it flew right by me. ButKennedy’s right. Mila’s suggestion wouldn’t have made sense if she’d actuallygottenan invitation.
“So Mila isn’t one of the three. And she’s not the one behind all of this. She’s the wild card—the one who wasn’t supposed to be here. That narrows down the three to you, me, and Chase. Traitor, kisser, killer. Of the group, I’ve only kissed you, and Chase has only kissed Mila, and we know Mila isn’t guilty. At least, it’s pretty unlikely since she isn’t connected to this whole clusterfuck. You, on the other hand, have kissed both me and Ryan.”
“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“No!” Kennedy blushes. “If they’re going to make us play games, at least let us choose the game, though. No one in this house is going to beat me in a logic puzzle. So look at the facts. None of the three of us has kissed Chase.”
“You’re going to argue that he’s not the killer based on a logic puzzle?”
“I’m going to argue that none of us killed Emily, but you’re not going to listen to that.”
“Fine.” I’m quiet for a moment. “Well, by that logic, Chase is the traitor and one of us is the killer.”
She slow-claps. “That’s what Ryan wants us to believe.”
I shoot her a look.
Kennedy sighs. “Whatsomeonewants us to believe.”
“Okay. Chase is the traitor. One step closer to the truth, I guess. The question is, what did he do?”
She pauses. “You don’t know?”
I shake my head. “Should I?”
“Emily and Chase hooked up.” Kennedy makes a lock-and-key symbol over her lips. “After he and Mila started dating.”
I stare at her, stunned. “So which friend did he betray? Emily or Mila?”
She looks thoughtful. “That’s a good question.”
“Especially when one of them is dead and the other turned up uninvited to the weekend from hell.” I pause. “If not both of them.” I eye the front door nervously. The mist is settling in more thickly, and I’m cold. “Chase and Mila have been gone a while. Do you think they’re okay?”
Kennedy pushes the door open cautiously. “Of course.” But she sounds uncertain. I haven’t heard a single sound from within the house while we’ve been outside talking. It’s unnerving.
“So what if Emily did return? Do you think she could possibly be the one behind all this?”
She glances back over her shoulder at me. “That assumes ghosts exist.”