Dad was due home in the afternoon, but for now the house was quiet and still. After realizing I hadn’t eaten in about twenty hours, I managed to make myself lunch and sat at the kitchen table to force it down. The only way for me to deal with the trauma of Colby’s possession was to move forward with a plan. But that plan — getting in with Kayla’s crew, finding out who killed her — required Kane. And after he’d seen the Ouija board and fled last night, I didn’t know what to expect from him. I sent him a text, asking if we were still on for tonight. He replied quickly with an Of course! Pick u up at 7. I let out a sigh of relief. At least one thing was coming easily. I cleaned up the mess I’d made cooking lunch and carried the trash outside. I opened the trash can, grimacing at the stench, and tossed the bag on top. The bag underneath crumpled easily under the weight. Mostly, as I knew, because it was full of plastic cups.
