SO 
ABOUT KATIE. DON’T KNOW HOW I WILL SLEEP 2NIGHT.
THE WORLD WAS NEVER VERY KIND 2 HER. HUGS 2U, KATIE.
Starla reached for the nail-polish remover while she sat there for a while watching the “Likes” come one after another. Several kids posted comments too.
WE’RE THINKING OF U, STARLA.
KATIE SEEMED SWEET. WISH I KNEW HER BTR.
WORLD SUX BIG TIME.
LUV U, STAR! BE STRONG!
Starla looked over at her cache of Sephora nail lacquers set up like a ten-pin bowling alley. In the back she saw the green polish that she and Katelyn had used in eighth grade when they each bought bottles and decided to glam up for St. Patrick’s Day. The color was more evergreen than kelly. The memory brought a genuine smile to her face as she turned the Rimmel London bottle in her hands. The color was called Envy.
Tears came to Starla’s crystal-blue eyes, brought on by a mix of regret, sorrow, and guilt.
I’m so sorry, Katie, she said to herself. I wish you knew that.
And finally, not far away, one person got online and started deleting the contents of a file folder marked katelyn. Inside were copies of e-mails, messages, and photographs that had meant to trap and hurt the girl. Each item had been designed as payback.
Delete.
Delete.
Delete.
chapter 5
IT WAS THE DESTINY OF A PLACE LIKE PORT GAMBLE. It snowed hard after Christmas. The land management company that kept the town in pristine and marketable form would have offered up a virgin (if there was one handy, that is) to have a little snow sprinkle the town the week before the holidays when it had its annual old-fashioned Christmas celebration, “In the St. Nick of Time.” But no such luck. It had been cold, wet, and rainy. When the snow finally came, it dumped five inches—a blizzard by western Washington standards. If school had been in session, it easily would have been canceled.
Kids in the area were annoyed about the timing of it all as well. Snow was no good to them if it didn’t mean a snow day or two. They were already on vacation. It was an utter waste of an arctic blast.
Hayley and Taylor trudged through the snow to hang out with Beth Lee for the afternoon. Beth and her boyfriend, Zander Tomlinson, had broken up the day before Christmas and, with Katelyn Berkley’s unexpected death, the topic outside of rampant text messages had been tabled.
“I had no choice but to drop him,” Beth told them, elaborating on her text message: DUMPED Z. DEETS L8R.
Hayley was the first to pounce. “What did you mean you dumped him? Clearly, you had a choice.”
Beth, who seemed fixated on a zit on her chin, didn’t look at the twins as she spoke. She sat on the floor in front of the fireplace with a mirror in her hand and a pair of tweezers in the other. “I found a really cute dress and I had to have it.”
“Yeah?” Taylor said, taking a seat on the Lees’ way-too-big-for-theroom brown velvet sectional in house number 25. “Go on.”
Beth tightened her chin and picked at her pimple. “I didn’t have any money left over. I knew he was going to get me something for Christmas and I didn’t have a thing to give him. So I dumped him. Called him from the mall and said I wasn’t feeling it anymore.”
Taylor shook her head. “You’re so not kidding? You dumped him because you spent your Christmas cash?”
Beth looked up. “Yeah. So what? I’d rather hurt him than look stupid or cheap.”
“Right,” Taylor said. “Looking cheap or selfish is way worse than hurting someone. He really liked you!”
Beth ignored the sarcasm and Hayley spoke up. “I hate to say it, but you’re acting like Starla, Beth.”
“I’ll take that as kind of a compliment,” she said.
“It wasn’t meant to be a positive reflection on you or the situation.”
“Whatever. Anyway, I heard something about her,” Beth said, changing the subject like she was baiting a hook.
Of course Starla Larsen-centric gossip was always good. She was the Port Gamble girl everyone love-hated.
Taylor leaned forward expectantly. “Are you gonna tell us or what? Just pop that disgusting zit already and spill it!”
“That’s so gross,” Beth said. “And kind of mean.” She waited a beat, watching the twins, measuring their interest in all she had to say. The hook had been set.
Another beat.
“Starla and Katelyn had a major falling out,” she finally said.
“How major?” Taylor asked.
“Big time. Before she died, Katelyn told her mother that she hated Starla and that she wished Starla was dead or something.”
This time Hayley pressed for more. Her father would have been proud. “How do you know she said that?”
Beth rotated the hand mirror to get a better look at herself. “I heard Mrs. Larsen and Mrs. Berkley talking a few weeks ago. They were in the store buying coffee or hairspray or whatever it is women of their age need to get through the day. Mrs. Larsen was defending Starla, saying that it had been a big misunderstanding. But Mrs. Berkley wasn’t having any of it.”
Beth stopped talking. Her face beamed with a satisfied grin. “Got it,” she said, as she held out her tweezers. “Popped and no nasty hole. Who wants something to eat?”
Hayley and Taylor, thoroughly grossed out by what they’d seen, shook their heads in unison.
“That’s it? Was there more?” Taylor asked, pushing.
“I really didn’t listen, Taylor,” Beth said, clearly ready to move on from the Starla/Katelyn drama. “I saw that new kid Eli there, and I was trying to get him to notice me.”
Taylor smiled to herself and looked at her sister. Despite Beth’s constant need to be aloof, pretending indifference all the time, she knew who was who. “Hay-Tay” had always been her way of pretending to put up a wall. So what if Beth was completely self-absorbed? She was also an astute judge of what was worth passing along and when. They liked her.
Besides, in Port Gamble there weren’t a lot of choices for the mantle of best friend.
“But, Beth, didn’t you really like Zander?” Hayley asked. “Of all your boyfriends, he seemed to stay in your good graces the longest.”
“And that’s no easy feat,” Taylor added.
Beth curled up on the couch. “Is this pick-on-me time or what?” “No, not at all,” Hayley said.
Beth shrugged a little. “Too bad. I like it when you tease me a little. Makes me feel kind of like I’m the third twin,” she said, pausing a beat. “The smart one. The pretty one.”
Both twins knew there was some truth to that. Not that Beth was prettier or smarter, but that Beth was sometimes lonely being an only child. They’d never known a moment when they hadn’t had each other.
“You can be whatever you want to be, Beth. But please, promise that next time you’ll pay attention when you’re in the vicinity of some good info.”
Beth smiled. “All right. And I’ll make sure that you’re two of the top ten people I’ll tell first.”
Hayley’s and Taylor’s phones buzzed.
“That must be Mom,” Hayley said. “She’s spamming us with mass texts.”