I'll Never Tell
By Abigail Haas
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It’s Spring Break of senior year. Anna, her boyfriend Tate, her best friend Elise, and a few other close friends are off to a debaucherous trip to Aruba that promises to be the time of their lives.
But when Elise is found brutally murdered, Anna finds herself trapped in a country not her own, fighting against vile and contemptuous accusations. As Anna sets out to find her friend’s killer, she discovers harsh revelations about her friendships, the slippery nature of truth, and the ache of young love.
Awaiting the judge’s decree, it becomes clear to Anna that everyone around her thinks she is not only guilty, but also dangerous. And when the whole story comes out, reality is more shocking than anyone could ever imagine...
Abigail Haas
Abigail Haas has written two adult novels and four young adult contemporary novels under the name Abby McDonald. Dangerous Girls is her first young adult thriller. She grew up in Sussex, England, and studied Politics, Philosophy & Economics at Oxford University. She lives in Los Angeles.
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Readers find this title amazing and gripping. It is a page-turner with an interesting plot and a good mystery. The style of the book is liked by many readers. It is recommended for those who enjoy mysteries and relatable age groups. Overall, it is a great read.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This was my first Abigail Haas book, and I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. I read it in only a few nights. I do not read many mystery/thrillers, but so many people listed this as one of their favorites so I decided to give it a try.Normally I am not a fan of books that jump from one time and place to another, but this one works! It jumps from the trial, vacation, before, and after the incident. Some of the chapters are longer and some are only a page or so long. You get glimpses of the past, court scenes, TV scripts, and interrogation notes. They all work together though, and I found myself actually loving it. This keeps you guessing on who killed Elise and you will not want to put it down. The ending!! I was like what? I feel it was a really unique way in saying who the killer was without really saying they did it. Overall, this was such fun read. I cannot read the next book by AH!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5An excellent young adult mystery/thriller that I couldn’t put down.Anna, her boyfriend Tate, her best friend Elise, and some other friends go on vacation to Aruba. Everyone is having the time of their lives until Elise is found brutally murdered. Now Anna finds herself as the main suspect and to make matters worse all her friends think she actually killed Elise. Told in the perspective of Anna, the author takes the readers back and forth between the past and present to see what really happened. The truth may shock you.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5That was freaking intense!!! Soooooooo good!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dangerous Girls takes you on a roller coaster ride through high school, the anatomy of best friends, boys and an of course, a murder trial. Told from the point of view of the prime suspect, Anna, we are thrown into her world and the universal search for justice in the murder of her best friend, Elise. There is a toxicity to their friendship, and this plays a vital role throughout. Dangerous Girls has so many layers and twists that even when you think you've figured out who did it, new details emerge and you are left questioning everything. Furthermore, this book has you reexamining all you see and hear on TV in regards to real life cases. As Anna says, "Wouldn't we all look guilty, if someone searched hard enough?" The story is not told in chronological order, but I found the switches between past and present to be seamless and perfect for the narrative at hand.Haas writes a great book, full of suspense and psychological thrills.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I feel like this book has seriously flown under the radar. I read on the author's blog that it only managed to sell around 450 copies in hardback. And that is a shame, because this is one of those books that I completely devoured . This made me think of something Gillian Flynn would write if she wanted to do a YA novel. On the Young Adult side, Dangerous Girls does a brilliant job capturing the feelings of awkwardness and isolation, toxic friendships, all consuming first love, and teenage debauchery. It really delves into the darkness of obsession, jealousy, and co-dependency that runs in some friendships and relationships.As for the murder and resulting trial, I found it hard to trust any of the characters in play. I suspected pretty much all of them at some point. It seriously made me anxious to watch how easily events could be manipulated to make someone look guilty. If you've ever followed the media coverage of a high profile murder trial and felt strongly about someone's guilt, this book will turn everything on its head. There were parts of this that honestly made me feel anxious. This was such a wild, dark, and unexpected ride. I'm sad it hasn't received the attention it deserves.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Anna has the chance to spend her Spring Break on Aruba together with a group of her friends. Their apartment is stunning, the beaches are amazing, so what can go wrong? Only then Elise, Anna's best friend, is brutally murdered. The two always shared everything and were as close as sisters. Anna's life changes into a nightmare when she and her boyfriend Tate are arrested because they're suspects. Anna's dream holiday turns into a horrible nightmare. She ends up in prison on the island and the only way to get out again is by proving she's innocent.
Dangerous Girls is a gripping read with an interesting plot. Anna is a suspect in the murder of her best friend. She had it all, friends, money, a great relationship and suddenly there's nothing left. Hardly anybody believes in her, but she has some very loyal support as well. The question is if she will be able to prove she didn't have anything to do with the horrible crime that has been committed. Will she be able to do that while so many people are against her?
Dangerous Girls is a story with an interesting topic. There have been stories like it in the news the past couple of years. That makes this book extra intriguing, it could have been real. I kept having an uneasy feeling while I was reading it which made me race through the story. I couldn't wait to find out more and I loved the surprising ending, the perfect finale of a creepy and oppressive story. I wanted nothing more than to find out the truth and really liked the shocking outcome that Abigail Haas presents to her readers. Dangerous Girls is such a fantastic story, I highly recommend this book. - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5this book was AMAZING !! def. recommend it over and over .. kept me reading the whole time I finished this book in 1 day!
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5omgosh! this book has an unexpected twist at the end! Read it in one day, page turner for sure!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Find this review and more at On The Shelf!This was quite an exciting read and it was very fast paced. However, my mind was not blown like I hoped. I saw a few reviews where people were really shocked by the ending, but I was not shocked and I think that some of the possibilities I was thinking up were so much more out there than the actual ending that when I finally finished it, I was like “oh, okay, yeah sounds right.”The beginning was just a little confusing at first since there were so many people in there group, but eventually you get everybody straight. All the characters were really well written and seemed like real people and I think that the media was portrayed well with how things can get skewed and misinterpreted. Several times I found myself wanting to strangle the reporters.Elise was somebody I liked sometimes and didn’t like other times. She was a good friend to Anna, but as a person she wasn’t the best and she slept around a lot, but she was there for Anna when nobody else was. I liked Tate at first, but it didn’t last too long.The storyline bounces around a lot from the vacation to the trial to the time she is waiting behind bars and so on, so if you get confused by back and forth changes be warned. I think the bouncing around added to the drama and the frenzy of what was happening. It was a very enjoyable read and it kept me turning the pages, so it was quite interesting, just not shocking. I recommend it to people who like a good murder mystery and a twist ending.Fast paced, full of tension, good characters, not as shocking as I hoped.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5It was good! Bought this book on a whim, and I remember really liking the style of it. You've gotta love a good mystery with age groups convincingly similar to your own! Would recommend, if those two things are what you're looking for. Also keep an eye out for Dangerous Boys, which followed!
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5The most interesting part was the twist at the end. The premise had a lot of potential, but ultimately the non-linear narrative and epistolary feel were techniques used to disguise a shallowness of character and motivation.
Rating: 6/10
Gay-0-meter: 4/10 - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This book has been compared to Gone Girl and I can see the similarities, but it just doesn't have the same complicated, twisting plot that is impossible to figure out in advance. It is a YA novel and is worth reading if you like the Gone Girl type of book. I liked the format of telling the story through the perspective of the main character, Anna, interspersed with texts, television show transcripts, etc.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5nice
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A quick summary before I begin my raving on how much I loved this book: Anna, her best friend Elise, Anna's boyfriend Tate, and a group of their friends are in Aruba for Spring Break. Then one day, Elise is found murdered, stabbed to death in the beach house they were staying in. Anna, the narrator of the book, is targeted by the police as the killer.Haas draws on the Amanda Knox case most heavily for inspiration, as well as the Natalie Holloway case. She explores the way the media can spin evidence, as well as the intensity of high school and the relationships formed there, and the feeling of being trapped with no control over your future. Having Anna as the narrator really forces the reader to feel everything she is feeling, from watching crime shows portray her as a sociopath, to fighting for sleep in a tiny jail cell.And then there were those two words. Those of you have read this book will instantly know which words I refer to. This book has a twist, a solution to the mystery, that packs such a wallop it leaves you reeling, and stays with you even when the book is closed.If you loved this book, I would definitely recommend you check out Cartwheel by Jennifer duBois. It's another fictional take on the Amanda Knox case.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5Umm... Yeah, no.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5This is one of those books that I hated and regretted reading the moment I finished it, but until that last page, I couldn't put it down. How do you rate that? Most people are going to love Dangerous Girls--it's well-written, and you'll keep turning pages to find out what happens. Warning: SpoilersBut like Gone Girl, I felt gross after reading this book. It was salacious, manipulative, and ultimately cared more about outsmarting the readers than anything else. That Anna was guilty all along, that the friends who turned on her and the psychologists who said she was a sociopath were right...it felt cheap. Not even the idea of the twist, but the way it played out, left me feeling used and faintly disgusted. Oh well--at least it was a quick read. I need to check out some soothing, lighthearted fantasy to wash this book away.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Holy crap! This book was amazing. I picked it up yesterday because my son had confiscated my kindle and I wanted something to read. I never imagined I would get so wrapped up in a book so quickly.
Dangerous girls tells the story of a group of friends on vacation in Aruba when one of the girls is brutally murdered and another of the girls Anna is accused. The story evolves by going back through the girls friendship and the court case. I know how powerless you feel in a court case. The lawyers tell you to be quiet and act a certain way and you just feel so power less to help yourself. Your life is in the courts hands.
This story just blows you away because a quote from the books says "Wouldn't we all look guilty, if someone searched hard enough?"
The ending came along and shook me to the core. Great writing! - Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Update April 30th: Yeah, I'm bumping up my rating to a 5. Read it 2 months ago and I STILL think about it at least once a week.
ARGH I don't know how I feel. CALLED IT. But also. . . I wish I had been wrong? Maybe? I DON'T KNOW. I so, so don't know with this book. That was. . . wow. - Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Dangerous Girls was a real page turner. I had some issues with the ending, but the story was gripping enough to overshadow those issues.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A spring break trip in Aruba ends when one of the friends, Elise, is found dead. Her best friend, Anna, is accused of the murder. Anna continues to say she isn't guilty. Evidence mounts against her, but the prosecution is a bit too zealous in going after her and disregards several suspects. Secrets are revealed and the ending is a twist. I had my suspicions, but didn't expect the way it ended. Well written. This is billed as a teen novel, because the main characters are teens, yet it is a good read for adults, too!
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5‘One moment. One picture. One glimpse – that’s all it takes to make someone think they know the truth.’When Anna’s father moves her to Hillcrest Prep to increase her chances of getting into an Ivy League school, she meets Elise and the two become quickly enmeshed in one another’s lives. When the two go with a group of friends on a Spring Break trip to Aruba, it ends the brutal stabbing of Elise and Anna is accused of her murder, thrown in prison, refused bail and months pass in her cell as she waits for her trial to begin. But did she really do it?Dangerous Girls is everything I love about a good mystery; it completely captivated me. The mystery kept me completely in the dark leaving me feeling like the book was taking me on one wild carnival ride. It helped that DG reminded me a lot of some of my favorite novels: the rich group of young friends that have no concerns for their wild ways was reminiscent of The Secret History and the twisted mystery with unlikable characters that you still can’t help but be intrigued by was reminiscent of a Gillian Flynn novel. The legal aspects and court room scenes were especially interesting to me and were done quite well. They read realistically without treading into the corny type of court room scenes we’re always given in movies. It was an all-encompassing mystery that started with the initial 911 call, took us through investigation, the legal proceedings and eventually answers the most important question: Who killed Elise?Dangerous Girls was fantastically written and completely entranced me. I couldn’t put it down until the pages shared all their secrets with me. The author has written several other books, mostly YA contemporary, and while I’m more inclined to check them out now I do hope that she continues writing mysteries because she wrote Dangerous Girls like a total pro.
Book preview
I'll Never Tell - Abigail Haas
BEFORE
Shots! Shots! Shots!
We yell it together, slamming our hands on the sticky wooden table. The dreadlocked waiter pours a row of something lurid, neon blue. It’s our first night on the island, and the music is almost too loud for me to think—some European dance-pop thing that shakes the crowded beach club, making the glasses quiver and the blood vibrate in my chest.
Aruba, bitches!
Elise raises her shot in a toast, lights splintering off the glass, golden in her hair.
Spring break!
The group whoops, and then I’m gulping down the drink, shuddering at the sickly bittersweet taste and the familiar burn that snakes down my throat. Melanie screws her face up, gagging; Max and AK pump the air and howl, but Elise is already reaching for another, plain tequila this time, with a side of salt and lime.
Easy, girl,
Tate says, and laughs to Elise, one arm slung around my shoulder.
She ignores him, turning to me with a wicked smile. Bottoms up, babe.
Elise grins, but instead of shaking the salt out on her hand, she sprinkles it on my neck, leaning in to lick up along my collarbone before downing the shot.
I shiver at the touch and playfully shove her away. You’re drunk.
And you need to loosen up!
Elise shimmies, blond hair flying out around her bare shoulders. We’re on vacation. Time to party!
She grabs Mel and Chelsea and heads for the dance floor, her hips already moving to the thunder of bass. They dance and whirl, swallowed up into the tight press of sweaty bodies.
I search for the rest of our group. Chelsea’s twin brother, Max, is already off bro-ing it up with AK by the bar, trying their luck with a pair of Swedish-looking blondes. Max’s fair hair and AK’s black curls are bent close, to hear the girls or check out their cleavage, I don’t even have to guess. Lamar sprawls on the other side of the booth, the lights hitting blue and deep indigo against his black skin. He peels the label from his beer bottle as Chelsea, who left the dance floor, tries to tempt him out. She grinds above him like a lap dancer, laughing, until he finally catches her around the waist and follows her into the dark, one hand draped possessively across her shoulder.
I’m left alone in the corner with Tate. I slide closer, kissing him until I feel the tension in his shoulders. What’s wrong?
Nothing.
He shakes it off. I guess I’m still stressed from finals. Everyone said Yale would get back to me before—
They will,
I tell him firmly. His blond hair is mussed, so I reach up to push it out of his eyes. I let my hand stay there, resting against his cheek. They have to take you.
I grin, teasing, You’re the chosen one. I mean, if you don’t get in, what hope is there for the rest of us? I’ll be sweeping floors at community college.
I laugh, but Tate still looks distracted. It’ll be fine,
I reassure him again. And even if it’s not, there’s nothing you can do now. You might as well have fun.
Tate exhales, finally smiling. You’re right. I’m sorry.
He leans to drop a kiss on my forehead. I guess I just need to de-stress.
Lucky for you, we’re in the right place for that.
I lace my fingers in his. A whole week, no parents, no rules . . .
I reach up to kiss him, and this time, there’s no tension, just a familiar low heat building, and Tate’s hands sliding along the edge of my shirt—
Arms suddenly encircle me from behind, dragging me away. Elise. She squeezes tighter, kissing my cheek.
What are you sitting around for?
She yanks me to my feet. Come! Dance!
Elise grabs Tate with her other hand; we exchange a look as she drags us deeper into the crowd.
The music shifts to some dirty hip-hop beats, and soon I’m surrounded by skin and sweat and heat, a mass of bodies moving in a slow, grinding pulse. Elise keeps hold of me, dancing and posing, pulling me into it, until my self-consciousness drifts away and I’m as lost in the music as she is. Every party, every dance floor, every illegal warehouse rave is the same: once I’m past that first, awkward moment, once Elise has dragged me into it—out of myself—it’s like nothing else. I’m not Anna, I’m not me anymore; I’m something beyond, my heart racing as the songs melt into each other, and all that matters is the beat and their bodies, and that bass, pounding on.
Breathless, I let my body go, let it move and sway, caught up. Tate brings me tight against him, and then it’s the three of us, me and Elise dancing up close to him and spinning away; green strobe lights cutting through the dark. Tate laughs between us, his hands lingering on Elise’s waist as she grinds against him. The spotlights strobe across his face, the beautiful angles of his jaw, and suddenly I want him with a fierce ache in my chest. Mine. I grab his hand away from her, pulling him wordlessly to the edge of the dance floor, my back finding some solid surface, his hands finding the curve of my hips, his lips finding mine.
He leans in to kiss me, pushing me hard up against the wall. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down, locking him against me as our mouths hungrily roam over lips and skin and shoulders. I wish I could stay like this forever—the tightrope wire between drunk and sober, between flesh-and-blood and free. Then the music changes again, something pulsating and euphoric, and we’re back on the floor, dancing. I don’t know how long we’ve been out there when Elise yanks me away. Bathroom break!
she orders, collecting Chelsea and Mel from their spot by the DJ booth.
We girls spill into the tiny bathroom, scattering lip gloss and mascara on the countertop, crowding around the cracked mirror. So, who’s in for some skinny-dipping?
Elise hops up by the sink and swings her heels against the cabinet. She fixes me with a mischievous grin. What do you say, like that time in Walden Pond?
I laugh. Yeah, and we nearly died of hypothermia.
Elise shrugs, unconcerned. So it’s a good thing we’re in the Caribbean now.
You’re not serious?
Mel blinks from under her blunt-cut black bangs. It’s pitch-black out there; you’d drown.
Maybe I’ll find a cute Aruba lifeguard to come protect me.
Elise carefully pouts, applying another layer of pink lip stain.
Or cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to the sharks,
Mel mutters. She tugs at the hem of the skirt we had to talk her into, trying in vain to yank it an extra inch down over her pale thighs. I feel a stab of irritation at her whining. Typical Mel—always acting like a chaperone even when the rest of us are having fun. Straight A’s, future med student: she wants everything to run on a strict plan. Her plan.
Lighten up.
I sigh. You’re not still pissed about the room thing?
It’s not a room,
Mel complains. It’s, like, a closet with a pullout bed.
You could share with AK and my brother,
Chelsea calls from inside the tiny cubicle. There’s a flush, and she emerges, finger-combing her long, salt-bleached hair. She barely glances at her reflection, barefaced with her dusting of freckles. But then, she doesn’t need to. Chelsea has that whole natural, beach beauty thing down cold. Even during icy Boston winters, she always manages to look like she just strolled in from a surfing session in the sun. Although,
she adds with a smirk, you’ll have to deal with all their gross boy underwear lying around.
That’s not the only thing they’re trying to lay,
I quip. Elise laughs, and high-fives me.
Maybe they’ll let you watch,
she adds to Mel. You might learn something.
La, la, la!
Chelsea protests, covering her ears. What’s the rule?
No talking about your brother and his sex life.
Elise sighs.
Or his lack of one.
I grin, but Mel is still sulking. She turns to Elise.
I don’t know why I can’t just share with you.
Because I plan on having fun.
Elise smiles. Like with that blond guy, the one in the VIP booth.
They have a VIP booth here?
Chelsea laughs, trying to rinse her hands under the sputtering tap. Her wrists are full of knotted yarn bracelets and exotic beads, fraying until they’re barely hanging on. They don’t even have running water.
Elise just applies a coat of gloss red lip balm. He’s cute, I’m telling you. I think I’ll have him come back to see the house. The view from my bedroom . . .
She winks.
Elise!
Mel protests, like clockwork, You don’t even know him. He could be a rapist, or murderer, or—
Stop with all the buzzkill,
I interrupt.
You need a drink,
Elise agrees. She hops down and links her arm with Mel’s, giving me an exasperated look over her head. Two drinks. And a hot, sweaty local guy.
I’m not—
Interested, we know.
Elise steers her out, back into the club.
We chorus in unison, You’re not that kind of girl.
Melanie pouts. You say it like it’s a bad thing.
Elise rolls her eyes. No, we say it like it’s a dull thing.
Back on the floor, Elise points out her target for the night. He’s lounging with some buddies in the corner: he’s handsome, in his early twenties maybe, with a bored nonchalance that just screams rich kid.
Cute, right?
She grinds against me, flashing flirtatious looks over at the guy, pulling me in to nuzzle at my neck.
I laugh. He looks like trouble.
She grins back. Just the way I like them.
And then she’s gone, ducking through the crowd toward the guy. I watch her go. Within seconds, she’s smiling and laughing with the group, that one guy giving her an approving grin.
Tate reappears next to me. Where’s Elise?
he yells to be heard.
I shrug vaguely, but Tate looks across the floor to where she’s already angled, cross-legged in the booth with them, leaning in to talk to her prospective conquest. Her hair glows purple and red under the lights, tanned legs long and bare under her skirt. I smile, watching her at work. She’s gorgeous; no man would stand a chance of resisting.
I don’t like this. We should stick together,
he yells again, frowning.
Relax!
I slide my arms around him, pulling his lips down to mine. Elise is a big girl. She can take care of herself.
THE HEARING
I didn’t do it!
I leap up, the words flying from my lips the moment the lawyer steps into the holding room. I didn’t do it,
I say again, gripping my hands together as if I can save myself from drowning. This is all a mistake.
Even as I say it, I can hear how cliché it sounds, like I’m stuck in the nightmare of one of those trashy soaps I would watch with my mom as a kid. I swallow back the hysterics, try to sound calm and collected. You believe me, don’t you? You have to make them see.
The lawyer’s name is Ellingham, and he’s all jowls and receding hairline, an international law specialist Tate’s dad flew in from New York. He doesn’t speak until the guard closes the door behind him and we’re alone in the small room. Then he places his briefcase on the table they’ve bolted to the floor and finally looks at me.
That doesn’t matter, not today.
I stare back in disbelief. Of course it matters! They’re saying . . . They say . . .
My voice breaks.
Today is a simple bail hearing,
he explains, unclicking the stays on the briefcase. It’s leather, expensive. Everything about him is expensive: the crisp shirt, the designer linen suit, the heavy fountain pen he uses to sign the top sheet of the papers. In the prison, they have me wearing an itchy canvas jumpsuit, but my dad brought clean clothes for the hearing. I’ve never been so happy to wear a simple white tank top in my life: the cotton soft against my skin, smelling like our old detergent. Like home.
This hearing isn’t to argue your case,
Ellingham warns me. You’ll go sit, state your name, and then enter your plea. Sign here.
He offers the pen.
I sign, awkward in handcuffs. Can you get them to take these off ?
I ask hopefully. My wrists are ringed with red and bruises now, but I’m lucky: the first court appearances had me in leg shackles too, and I flushed with shame to stumble across the room like a drunk freshman trying to walk in heels.
He shakes his head. Not right now, but once the judge grants bail, you’ll be released.
Then we can go home.
I feel a sob of sheer relief at the prospect, and fight to swallow it back. I can’t be the girl weeping in the courtroom, I know. I have to be strong.
You mustn’t leave the island.
Ellingham looks at me as if I should know all this already. It’ll be a term of your bail. You have to stay until the trial.
I nod eagerly. Anything to get me out of jail. They’ve kept me in isolation since the arrest, five long days when I’ve seen nobody but unfriendly guards and the distant sight of other prisoners as they march me between the exercise pen and my cell. It’s too hot to sleep, and I spend every night huddled on my bunk on the thin wool blanket, counting cracks on the ceiling and waiting to wake up and find this is all a dream.
But it isn’t.
The guard knocks, then enters, gesturing for us to go.
Is Tate okay?
I demand, following Ellingham down the windowless hallway. The guard matches me, step for step, as if I’m about to break free and run. Will he be there?
You’ll be processed together.
He’s already checking his phone, done with me. Don’t speak to him, or anyone, until you’re out of there. Just your name and plea.
I nod again. I used to give the lawyer messages to pass along, words of love, little in-jokes, but he never brought any word back from Tate, so I quit even trying. I was so used to texting back and forth with him every hour I was awake, I still hear phantom rings; a low buzz that makes me leap up, searching around the cell for the phone. But of course, there are none in there, even if Tate were free to call. He’s been locked up, like me, somewhere on the other side of this sprawling compound. The longest we’ve been apart in five months.
It’s the longest I’ve been apart from Elise, too, but I can’t think about that.
* * *
They transport me in the back of an unmarked van, with another two guards sitting on each side as if I’m still planning an escape. I want to laugh and tell them I can’t even make it through cross-country trials in phys ed, let alone flee police custody. Besides, where would I go? The island is less than seventy square miles: nothing but beaches and high-rise hotels and cacti growing wild in the dusty swathes of land not overtaken by fast-food outlets and Caribbean beach bars. Paradise, all the tourism websites called it. Ellingham is traveling separately in his rented luxury sedan. The driver up front in the van plays a local Aruba radio station, the DJ babbling in Dutch between American pop and rap hits. I remember that first night on the island. Elise and Melanie and Chelsea and me, dancing together in the club. We took photos on our cell phones, uploading them to all our profiles right away with the title Best Spring Break Ever.
We tagged and commented and reposted, just to make sure everybody back home would see it and know what a fabulous time we were all having. Know that they weren’t invited.
I wonder how long it’ll take the tabloids to find the photos. Or maybe they already have, and they’re printed on some front page somewhere.
A cautionary tale.
* * *
Tate!
I know what the lawyer said, but I can’t help it—he’s already sitting at the defendant’s table when the guard leads me in, his head bowed and staring at the floor. Tate!
I all but sprint down the aisle toward him.
Miss!
The guard yanks me to a stop, No running. Don’t make me get the leg shackles.
I stop. No, please, I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.
He glares at me for a moment, then loosens his grip on my arm and shoves me toward one of the empty chairs.
I sink into it, my eyes still on Tate. He doesn’t look up, just sits there, head bowed beside me. Hey,
I can’t resist whispering. Are you okay?
The lawyer hushes me, but I don’t care. Tate?
I whisper again. Look at me.
He does, and the defeated expression on his face moves me more than the blunt metal on my wrists, or the bruise on my ribs from where an unseen passerby shoved me on my first night in jail. His blue eyes are glazed; red from crying, and everything about him seems hunched and broken down.
Tate, the golden one; future president, king of Hillcrest Prep. Tate, who was always so confident, safe in his world of privilege and success, who could charm even our principal’s cranky secretary into smiling submission. Tate, my boyfriend, my love, looking like a lost boy: scared and alone, his right leg trembling uncontrollably.
What did they do to you?
I gasp, my own sleepless nights forgotten. His eyes just slide away from me, back to the floor.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and turn to see my father. He reaches out, as if to touch me, but that’s against the rules, and when the lawyer quickly clears his throat, my dad’s hands drop to his lap. Everything’s going to be okay,
he tells me in a voice that almost makes me believe he’s right. But his face is pale, and there are dark shadows smudged under his eyes. He forces a smile, placing one hand on my shoulder. Don’t worry, sweetheart. This’ll all be straightened out.
Mr. Chevalier.
Ellingham’s tone is a warning. Dad pulls his hand away.
Of course. I’m sorry.
He smiles at me again: forced and so upbeat, I have to match it with my own.
Thanks, Dad,
I murmur back as he takes his seat again.
Tate’s parents are sitting in the row behind us too: poker-faced and immaculate in tailored suits and carefully styled hair. There are others with them, their heads bent in whispered consultation, brandishing briefcases and notepads and frowns of careful concern. More lawyers, local advisors, assistants, maybe. Mr. Dempsey runs a hedge fund back home, and Mrs. Dempsey runs the Boston social scene; whenever I saw either of them, it was always with some secretary or junior associate scurrying along behind. Now, the numbers make me calm, just a little. I’m not alone in this. They’ll make sure this is okay.
Rise for the Honorable Judge von Koppel.
Ellingham stands in place between us, and we line up to watch the judge walk in. The room isn’t a chambers or courthouse, just a regular conference room in a squat, white-washed building, with tables and folding chairs set out, like the kind you find in hotels for business conventions. Our table is on one side, with our parents and their entourage behind, and the police investigators sit at another table across the aisle. In front, the judge takes a seat behind her table and stares through her wire-rimmed glasses at the papers already waiting for her. She’s in her forties maybe, a cool blonde in a navy suit.
State your names and plea for the record,
she tells us. Her Dutch accent is lilting, almost sing song. Tate and I do it in turn. Tate Dempsey. Anna Chevalier. Not guilty. Not guilty.
The judge scribbles something. You are seeking bail for the defendants?
Ellingham leaps up. Yes, Your Honor. Given that both are minors, and have been held on only circumstantial evidence—
Objection!
There’s a cry from the other table. Ellingham doesn’t pause.
We ask that the courts release them into the custody of their parents as they await trial.
The judge looks curiously at both me and Tate in turn. I stare back, unblinking, trying to show her I have nothing to hide. She looks away, toward the prosecution.
And you object?
Yes, your honor.
The police investigator is a short brute of a man, lights gleaming off his bald head. I’ve spent hours locked in small rooms with that reflection, as he yelled and cajoled and yelled some more, demanding a confession to crimes too awful to contemplate.
I hate him.
Given the serious nature of the crime, and the defendants’ status as foreign nationals, we urge the court to remand them into custody and avoid a flight situation. These people are a risk to the public.
He turns to glare at me, and again, I try to stare him down, unflinching.
Do you have anything to counter these concerns?
The judge asks Ellingham.
One of the associates from behind us leans forward, and he and Ellingham confer, their voices low. After a moment, Ellingham pulls away. May I approach?
She nods, and Ellingham and the police investigator move forward to talk with her at the front of the room.
Hey,
I whisper again, using the distraction to reach over to Tate. I touch his arm lightly, and he flinches. Tay, are you okay?
He looks up and swallows. I will be,
he replies softly, his eyes on mine. When we get out of here.
Everything’s going to be okay.
I repeat what my dad told me. He nods. We just have to be strong, and stick together.
Tate manages a faint smile, and my panic ebbs. We’ll be okay. We have to be.
Ellingham finishes talking up front, and returns to stand between us. The judge shuffles some papers around.
"I’ve been informed that the Dempsey family has rented a house on the island and will be remaining here with their son until trial. Given those assurances,