"A body?" I repeat numbly. My first thought is that it's Zayn. "Who?" I ask, not sure I want to know the answer. The officer looks at his notepad. "Ava Martin," he tells me. "Her adoptive parents are on their way, but we couldn't get ahold of her birth parents. Maybe you could..." He continues talking, but I don't hear a thing he's saying. Ava's dead. My long lost sister who tried to have me killed is dead. I should be glad I'm safe from her and her schemes. Instead, I just feel empty, like I'm drained of all emotion and feeling. "Miss?" the officer asks worriedly. "Are you okay? I know this is a shock for you." I feel dizzy. "I...I think I need to sit down," I mumble. The officer, who's nametag reads Officer Johnson, leads me to the curb. I sit down and rest my head in my hands. "I want to ask you some questions," Officer Johnson says. "But they can wait until you feel better." I nod and he walks away. I don't know how long I sit there before I hear a voice call my name. I turn around and see Emma barreling toward me. "Ally!" she says again, sitting down next to me. "I heard what happened. Are you okay?" I nod stiffly. "Yeah, I'm fine," I reply. A silver car pulls up and a middle aged woman gets out. "Mrs. Martin?" an officer asks, rushing over to her. The woman nods. The officer leads her away, saying, "I have some questions for you about your daughter." Emma puts her arm around me. "What a crazy summer," she says. What an understatement. I just nod though. I'm too stunned to talk right now. A familiar silver car pulls into the lot and I jump up. Ansley gets out of the car and looks around. When she sees me, she runs over to me and falls into my arms. "Oh Ally," she says, sniffling. "I know," I say. Officer Johnson comes over to us. "I have some questions for both of you, if you don't mind following me," he says. Ansley and I follow him to a table set up in the grass. "When was the last time you saw Ava?" he asks. I consider this. "Two weeks ago maybe a little more?" I guess. "I don't see her often." Officer Johnson nods and turns to Ansley. "And you?" Ansley is quiet for a second, thinking. "About two weeks ago. All three of us met up." Neither of us say for what. "Can you think of anyone who would want to murder Ava?" Officer Johnson asks us. I shake my head while Ansley stays silent. "We didn't know her for that long. We didn't know we had another sister until last month. She wasn't the...nicest person, but I can't think of anyone who would do this." Ansley nods in agreement. Then I think of someone. Kat. What if Kat killed her? "Actually," I say, "Kat Reynolds. She goes to camp here." Officer Johnson scribbles Kat's name on his notepad. "Thanks for your time. We'll be in touch." I turn to Ansley once he's gone. "Are you okay?" I say. She nods. "Let's go." I don't say anything more about Ansley's strange behavior. She probably feels guilty that we barely knew our dead sister. I do too. We're walking through the parking lot when a shout startles me and makes me turn around to see what's going on. Kat, in handcuffs, is being led to a cop car. "It wasn't me!" she shrieks. We make eye contact, and she mouths, "Don't trust your sister," before an officer yanks her forward. Ansley turns around too. "She looks crazy," she says coolly. I nod, swallowing hard. Ansley links her arm through mine, but I pull back and look her in the eye. "Did you do it, Ansley? Did you kill Ava?"