On one post, at one thirty in the morning, a fourteen-year-old girl had said: I’m too scared to get to sleep. Is anybody out there? Three other kids had answered her, kids who also should have been sound asleep. Dani scanned down the list of people who’d joined the group. “Where are you?” she said out loud. “I know you’re enjoying this. It must make you feel very important to scare little girls.” She wasn’t surprised when she couldn’t find any of the kids from the party on the list. If the killer was lurking on the Facebook page, he—or she—probably would have created an avatar. She sent an e-mail to Stuart Metz: Stuart, Have you checked to see if all of the 3,183 people who’ve joined Friends of Julie Leonard are real people? The killer may be using a fake name. Just a thought. Dani Will do. P.S. Davis Fish called to say we need to reschedule with Logan. No explanation offered. Stuart Her appointment with Willis Danes was for four thirty. She got to her office on Main Street at four and spent the half hour of downtime playing with a paper clip.
