The Murder Game
By Carrie Doyle
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Boarding school has never been more dangerous.
What if your roommate is a murderer? Or what if he's being framed and only you can save him?
Luke Chase made history as a child when he escaped a kidnapping. Now, all he wants is to be a normal teenager. So when he sneaks out to the woods one night to drink with friends and flirt with the new British girl at school, he's excited to feel some freedom.
Except the next morning, one of their teachers is found murdered—in the exact same spot where they had been partying. Soon, Luke's roommate and best friend Oscar is the #1 suspect.
As the evidence and list of suspects builds, Luke attempts to use his famous survival skills to find the killer and clear Oscar's name. But as Luke gets closer to the truth, the killer is getting closer to Luke.
The Murder Game is perfect for fans of:
- They Wish They Were Us and One of Us Is Lying
- Murder mystery books for teens
- Teen thrillers
- Young adult suspense
Carrie Doyle
Carrie Doyle is the author of the Hamptons Murder Mysteries. Formerly an editor at Harper’s Bazaar and Harper’s Bazaar Russia, she currently lives in New York City.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I wasn't aware that this was a YA novel until I was already into the story.A group of teens at an exclusive boarding school sneak out to the woods. While there, they are frightened by voices and overhear a heated conversation. After returning to the dorms, it is revealed that someone was murdered in the woods. Years ago, someone had been strangled on the grounds, and now, there is another victim.Luke Chase, one of the students, escaped a kidnapping years earlier. He and his friends decide to invesetigate the murder and catch the killer.A bit far-fetched, and the writing became more juvenile the more I read. The story's conclusion leads me to believe this is the first in a series.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5This is a boarding school mystery. Luke, his roommate Oscar, and two girls Pippa and Kelsey sneak out late one night to a local make-out spot. They weren't expecting to overhear a murder.Since they snuck out which could have consequences including expulsion, they want to keep their presence at the scene a secret. But Oscar is the sort of troublemaking kid who soon becomes a focus of the investigation. Luke is the stand-up, rule following kind of guy who has a past which includes his kidnapping and desperate escape through wooded country. He is trying to live down his reputation as the Kidnapped Kid but he still has the skills he needed when he was younger. Once Oscar is accused, Luke becomes determined to find out who really killed the new Mrs. Heckler. He has lots of suspects besides his roommate who worked in her office to offset some demerits. Joanna Heckler was the sort of woman who always wanted the next new man which means that quite a few of the other male teachers now appear on Luke's suspect list along with her husband. I liked Luke's growing relationship with Pippa who is a new student at the school. She left England under a sort of cloud because she was seen arguing with her best friend just before her friend was murdered. She was blamed but not charged and has come to the US to start over. I liked the mysterious survival skills teacher who seems to know a lot more than he's saying and who pushes Luke to recover the skills that let him survive his own kidnapping. This was an entertaining story and well-plotted mystery with interesting characters. I hope this isn't Luke's last adventure in crime-solving.
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Originally published as Sneaking Out in 2018 by Dunemere Books under the pseudonym Chuck Vance.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Names: Doyle, Carrie, author.
Title: The murder game / Carrie Doyle.
Description: Naperville, Illinois : Sourcebooks Fire, [2021] | Audience:
Ages 14. | Audience: Grades 10-12. | Summary: When someone attempts to
frame his best friend for murder at St. Benedict’s boarding school,
junior Luke Chase starts investigating on his own and discovers multiple
suspects with darks secrets in their past.
Identifiers: LCCN 2020048079 (print) | LCCN 2020048080 (ebook)
Subjects: CYAC: Murder--Fiction. | Boarding schools--Fiction. |
Schools--Fiction. | Mystery and detective stories.
Classification: LCC PZ7.1.D6896 Mu 2021 (print) | LCC PZ7.1.D6896 (ebook)
| DDC [Fic]--dc23
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Contents
Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
About the Author
Back Cover
Chapter 1
It’s time,
said Oscar, flinging off his comforter. Despite the fact that he was in bed, he was fully dressed. All he had to do was put on his shoes and fleece jacket. That, and open the window and jump out.
Luke Chase felt the blood rushing to his head. Was it really time? He glanced at his phone to make sure: almost two in the morning. Unlike Oscar, he’d been too nervous to sleep. Instead, he had done his history homework and studied for next week’s Spanish quiz. Then he’d watched a bunch of YouTube videos before collapsing in his faded armchair with a copy of Sports Illustrated.
A brisk October breeze dragged scratchy tree branches across their window. The moon was full and bright, but at this hour it was pretty much a given that everyone on campus was sound asleep—everyone except the two girls who were preparing to meet them outside. All Luke and Oscar had to do was sneak out of their dorm and make it to the woods without detection.
Easier said than done.
St. Benedict’s—their boarding school, nestled in eastern Connecticut—treated sneaking out after hours as a serious infraction of the honor code, so if they got caught, they’d be up for a disciplinary committee hearing. If they were lucky, the committee would be in a good mood and simply put them on probation, but if the members were feeling cranky, they could just as easily rule it a strike. One strike equaled suspension; two was expulsion. Oscar already had one strike—due to his habit of skipping classes and illegally signing out—and even if Luke got off with probation, it would be a big problem. Colleges, not to mention parents, cared a lot about that stuff.
Of course, Oscar would take it in stride. Hell, he’d probably go down in a blaze of glory. He’d brush his dark hair out of his eyes, smile lazily at the members of the disciplinary committee, and move on, as if getting kicked out was all part of some grand plan. Luke was the opposite; if he got expelled he might as well go straight to the tattoo place in town and ink the word failure across his forehead because that’s what he’d feel like.
Dude, come on, let’s bolt,
Oscar said.
To outsiders, they were an unlikely pair. Oscar was ornery and aloof and had the reputation of being a rebel. He excelled at sports but was not necessarily a team player; he participated in no extracurriculars other than what was required, and had no problem challenging authority. That attitude, coupled with the self-confident swagger of someone who knows he is good-looking, made him the kind of guy who would give any parents pause when he showed up to take their daughter out on the town. Not that Oscar would even bother getting out of his car to knock on the door; girls went to him, not the other way around. Luke, on the other hand, was the all-around good guy: clean-cut, a great student and athlete, a student rep, a dormitory prefect, president of the Outdoors Club, and a member of STEAM—St. Benedict’s Environmental Action Movement. Luke knew some people viewed him as some sort of perfectly packaged college app striver, and it bothered him, but what could he do? He liked doing those things, and he wasn’t about to change just to avoid conforming to other people’s perceptions.
Luke was certain he and Oscar would probably have steered clear of each other had they not been placed together as first-year roommates. But they had both fallen out of their public roles when they were in the quiet of their own room, and they’d become best friends.
Come on, Chase. Hurry up.
Okay, okay. I just need to stuff my bed.
Luke moved his pillows under the covers so it looked as if he were still in it, sleeping.
Tonight, Oscar had arranged to meet Kelsey, a preppy blue-eyed blond who giggled a little too much for Luke’s taste. Luke, in turn, had invited Pippa, a recent transfer from England.
If I were you, I’m not sure I’d risk keeping Pippa waiting. But sure, by all means, go ahead and arrange your bed perfectly.
Luke made one last adjustment to the comforter. You don’t like her, do you?
What’s to like? She’s totally stuck-up, and she’s not even that hot.
I think she’s hot,
Luke countered. He pictured Pippa in his mind: She was tall, with very blond hair and nearly translucent skin. There was something almost otherworldly about her. She had really smart things to say in American lit—ideas that were distinct from those of all the other kids in the class. She made him think. Plus, it was unusual for St. Benedict’s to accept any new students junior year, so that gave her an extra layer of allure.
"I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You have a thing for different girls," Oscar said, using air quotes the way he always did when this subject came up.
Come on,
protested Luke, even though he had to admit that it was partly true. All his friends expected him to only like girls who resembled him, as if couples should pair off like a set of matching salt and pepper shakers. Just because he had a preppy, all-American, sporty vibe didn’t mean that was what he looked for in a girl. In fact, he was attracted to girls who were a little unexpected.
Sure you do. Different girls are totally your thing, man. This girl’s got a posh accent, and no one really knows anything about her. She’s a mystery, and you love that stuff.
Oscar snapped his fingers. "Hey, you know what? I think it’s because if you took off her omnipresent beret she looks like Daenerys from Game of Thrones. You’ve got that whole fantasy world fetish going on, right?"
Fantasy world? Me?
Luke rolled his eyes.
You know, Mother of Dragons, and all that?
Oscar thrust out his chest and clasped his hands in front of himself like a princess.
Luke pulled his pillow out from underneath the comforter and tossed it at Oscar’s head.
Yeah? Well, I’d rather go out with a badass dragon girl than silly little Kelsey.
Now it’s official,
Oscar said, catching the pillow and spinning it in the air. "You are actually trying to make us late, aren’t you?"
Luke held out his hand for the pillow, and Oscar threw it back.
Luke finished with the bed and stepped back to look at it critically. In the dark and without a close look, it might look like a person was actually in there. Right now, not so much. But it would have to do.
Time to go. Luke opened the window and reached for the thickest tree branch. It shook a bit, weakened by his weight, but it was secure. Luke had spent most of his summers climbing trees at his grandparents’ farm in Virginia, and nowadays he spent a few Sundays every month camping and climbing in the nearby Berkshire Mountains with his club. Always pushing himself, he had taken a monthlong outdoors course at the Appalachian Trail Conservancy last summer to pick up new skills.
He didn’t have a choice; he had to push himself. Those skills were way more than just a hobby: they’d actually saved his life three years ago.
He laughed to himself. It was sort of funny to think of where he was now, using some of those lifesaving skills to sneak out to meet a girl. Mac, his group leader from the Appalachians, would actually be proud. He had always urged Luke to go farther, push himself harder, in every way. Luke was certainly doing that tonight. Pushing his rule-abiding self right over a disciplinary line he had never crossed before.
Luke reached down and dove for a lower and thicker branch, working his way down the tree easily and landing smoothly on the ground. Oscar followed less gracefully, hitting the ground first and then falling backward with a thud. His backpack—holding the orange juice they’d snuck out of the dining hall at breakfast and a water bottle half-filled with vodka—landed a few feet away.
Careful with the goods!
Luke warned.
On the way back, we’re going through the basement,
whispered Oscar, standing up and wiping dirt off his jeans before picking up his backpack.
Wimp.
The central campus of St. Benedict’s was scattered with brick buildings and the occasional white clapboard or modern structure, all clustered around a man-made pond with a small fountain in the center. Just beyond the pond was the chapel, its enormous, lit steeple piercing the sky. The entire campus was big: four hundred and sixty acres. To the north, through the playing fields, was Everett, the gigantic athletic center where all the indoor sports took place. On the front side of campus was Route 443, which cut through the town of Southborough—a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it village. On the opposite side, to the west, where Oscar and Luke were now headed, the extended terrain was hilly, heavily forested and crisscrossed by narrow river valleys, stretching all the way to the Berkshire Mountains.
Their dorm, Wilcox, was the closest one to the woods. That meant they could go out the back and hide in the shadows and survey the scene until they found a safe time to rush across a clearing of about a hundred yards up a hill into the woods. The girls’ journey was a little trickier because their dorm, Hadden, was farther away.
Luke scanned the scene, and gave the all-clear signal. Go!
Once they had run through the clearing and made it to the edge of the woods, Luke felt a rush of accomplishment.
Sneaking out in the middle of the night was basically a rite of passage at boarding school.
Yes! Chase, you finally did it!
Oscar tackled him, wrapping his arm around Luke’s neck in an affectionate choke hold. You’re not an after-hours virgin anymore. I’m so proud.
Luke ducked out easily. He didn’t really want Pippa to see them messing around.
"Now, where are the girls?" murmured Oscar, straightening up to scan the darkness. Their designated meeting place, a hill right on the outskirts of the woods, afforded a good view of the campus below, but there was no sign of any movement other than waving tree branches. It was windier than Luke had expected. He was glad his hair was cut short; Oscar kept having to shake his out of his eyes.
Maybe they bailed,
Luke said.
Well, Pippa may not be coming, but Kelsey definitely is.
How can you be so sure?
She texted me before we left the room.
Would Pippa bail? He had asked her to join him impulsively the night before. They were talking after study hall, both waiting in line at the vending machines, and she was complaining about how prudish the school was compared to her old school in England. So, almost on a dare, he had asked her to meet him at the Dip, knowing that Oscar was planning to hang with Kelsey. He didn’t think she would say yes, but she’d eyed him coolly and grabbed her bag of potato chips from the vending machine with a casual I suppose so
that had made Luke’s stomach flip.
Hey, look,
Luke said. Below them, two figures were running across the clearing, brightly illuminated by the moonlight. Pippa wasn’t wearing her beret, which Luke was grateful for after Oscar’s earlier comment, but if any girls should have worn hats or hoods it was those two: the moonlight practically reflected off their fair hair. Not exactly the best camouflage.
Two minutes later, the girls arrived at the meeting spot, breathless.
You made it,
Oscar said, pleased.
Of course we did,
said Kelsey with mock offense, adjusting her ponytail. I told you I was coming.
Oscar leaned over and kissed Kelsey, taking her by surprise. Luke looked away in embarrassment, and his eyes met Pippa’s. She gave him a look of disapproval as if to say, Don’t even try that on me. Or maybe she was merely grossed out by PDA.
Glad you came,
said Luke, moving to Pippa’s side.
She shrugged. No worries.
Luke smiled. Oscar had been right: that accent did him in every time. Did you have any problems sneaking out?
Pippa motioned toward Kelsey. "Other than waiting for her for twenty minutes? No."
I told you, I had to wait until Mrs. Chester went to sleep. She’s an insomniac, and her apartment is right next to my room.
It just seemed like an overly long time, that’s all.
Well, I’m sorry,
said Kelsey in anything but a remorseful tone. But I really don’t want to get busted for this. Coach Rosenberg just gave us a huge lecture last practice about risking our recruitment. She hasn’t done any of my college intros yet, and I don’t want to give her a reason not to put in a good word for me with the field hockey coach at UVA.
Pippa looked irritated. We all have something to lose, don’t we?
Luke had never seen Kelsey shrink from anyone—she was usually at the center of any group—but she held back from making a comment and edged toward Oscar.
Pippa turned back to Luke. It’s quite odd. Once you get out of the dorm, it’s amazingly simple to sneak out. My school in Kent had alarms on the doors, but there’s no security here whatsoever.
Which is insane, considering the crime history in this area,
Luke joked, trying to lighten the tone.
Yeah, we’d better watch out for the Southborough Strangler,
Oscar added. They never caught him.
Don’t freak me out,
Kelsey begged, holding tighter to Oscar’s arm.
Luke saw Pippa roll her eyes. It was clear that Pippa and Kelsey were not the best of friends. Actually, now that Luke thought about it, despite having been at school for almost two months, it didn’t seem like Pippa really had any friends. That didn’t really deter him; he liked to make up his own mind about people. Still, it was interesting to note.
Come on, let’s get going,
Oscar said. We’re too exposed here.
Luke watched as Oscar effortlessly, almost carelessly, took Kelsey’s hand and started walking deeper into the woods. He wanted to take Pippa’s, but she had folded her arms firmly across her chest.
They fell in line as a pair behind Oscar and Kelsey.
So what will we do when we get to this mythic spot in the woods?
asked Pippa.
Luke pointed toward Oscar’s backpack, slung casually over one shoulder. We may have brought some refreshments.
Pippa smiled, and Luke gave a silent prayer of thanks that Oscar and Kira Matthews had only had a few shots from their stash last weekend after the dance, leaving enough to bring tonight.
Luke Chase, Mr. Rule Follower, living on the edge tonight,
Pippa said, teasingly.
Uh-oh. I see my reputation has preceded me.
It has indeed,
Pippa said. In more ways than one.
Oscar turned around. Hey, hey. No talking about reputations. Mine’ll be next, and I don’t want Kelsey here to get second thoughts.
Kelsey swatted him playfully, and even Pippa smiled. The girls thought their banter was just a joke, but Luke and Oscar exchanged a knowing glance. Oscar was a good wingman, always able to block people from digging into Luke’s past, and Luke was pretty sure that was where the reputation talk was headed.
They continued deeper into the woods, carefully maneuvering around fallen limbs and rocks as they headed into the autumn darkness. In the moonlight, tree branches took on more sinister aspects. Random wildlife noises made them all look over their shoulders more than once. They were jumpy, but in a fun kind of way. Luke understood why so many students took the risk to sneak out. He was feeling the same rush of emotions that made horror movies worthwhile: fear and dread, mixed with anticipation and relief.
Their place of debauchery had already been selected for them, because students of St. Benedict’s had stolen away for years to the very spot where they were headed. The Dip, as some unknown alum had christened it, was at the base of the remains of a hand-laid rock wall of mysterious origin. Rumors about the wall abounded: witches were burned there in the old days; it was part of the Underground Railroad; it was a farmhouse that had burned, and the whole family had perished; and so on. The forgotten partition jutted out of the gravelly earth in the middle of nowhere and ended just as abruptly ten yards later. It would look innocuous to most, except that on one side there was a deep drop-off mostly shielded by saplings and birch trees. Shadowy figures could hide in plain sight (and leave their vodka bottles and cigarette butts behind). Luke had passed by often enough during his daily runs, but had never been there at night.
Suddenly a rush of memories from three years ago flashed in Luke’s mind like a series of snapshots. He shivered involuntarily and shook his head as if to clear his mind. That was weird. He’d spent tons of time outdoors in the three years since that episode, never once thinking about it. Why tonight? Maybe there was something about the danger of sneaking out that echoed his ordeal three years ago, bringing it all back to the surface.
Not now, he told himself. Don’t think about that now.
You okay?
Pippa asked him, with real concern.
Yeah, I’m fine.
Pippa scrutinized him carefully, but before she could say anything, Oscar spoke.
Okay, we’re here.
Oscar hopped down into the hole and turned around to lend Kelsey a hand.
Ready?
Luke asked Pippa.
Quite.
She dropped down into the Dip without waiting for assistance.
Luke looked down, hesitating for a second. What was wrong with him tonight? This was fun. They were having a good time.
Everything will be fine, he told himself. Nothing bad is going to happen.
He followed Pippa, descending into near darkness.
Chapter 2
Everything was going well so far. They’d been in the woods almost an hour, and they’d nearly finished the vodka. Luke was having a good time. He and Pippa had the same Spanish teacher, although different periods. While Oscar and Kelsey made out, he and Pippa slowly moved closer and closer to each other on the log, laughing over the telenovelas Señor Diaz liked to assign for homework.
The new one is on Netflix now. We should watch it together during study hall next week,
Pippa suggested.
Shh!
whispered Kelsey hoarsely. What was that?
It was the third time she had thought she heard something. They all froze, and waited in silence. If there was one thing Luke had learned about sneaking out, it made you really paranoid. It also gave him an excuse to pull Pippa closer. He felt a rush when she leaned up next to him.
Kels, it’s nothing,
Oscar said impatiently.
One might think you were looking for a reason to go home,
Pippa told her.
Kelsey frowned. Why would I do that? God. Excuse me for wanting to save all of our asses.
I think we can look after ourselves,
Pippa said. And don’t forget, we have the Kidnapped Kid here.
Luke winced. It had been a long time since someone called him that, at least to his face. Usually he went weeks, or even months, without ever thinking of what had happened to him three years ago, but now this was the second time tonight he’d been pulled back to that dark time. It made him uneasy. And worse: now he knew for sure that Pippa knew all about it too.
Hey, that’s not cool, Pippa,
Oscar told her. That subject is off-limits.
It’s okay,
Luke said.
No, it isn’t,
Oscar insisted.
I’m only saying out loud what everyone says behind your back. I wasn’t even on campus a single day before people told me about your history, Luke. How you were kidnapped and had to escape by—
Okay, moving on,
Oscar said. He doesn’t—
Oscar abruptly stopped. This time there was definitely a noise. At first, no one said anything, hoping it was another mistake. But then the sounds came again, unmistakably the soft sweep of footsteps crackling through the fallen autumn leaves. The velvety darkness was broken by splashes of moonlight, but the small glimmers were enough to illuminate the girls’ horrified faces. Pippa’s sharp features were a stark patchwork of dark and light.
What was that?
she whispered.
Luke felt his body go cold. Were they about to get caught?
I heard it too,
said Kelsey, her voice quavering with fear. She twisted her ponytail nervously and sunk deeper into her dark-blue Patagonia fleece jacket. Oh my God, if I get busted, my dad will kill me.
It’s probably just some animal.
Oscar wrapped his arm around her. No one knows we’re here, don’t worry.
The footsteps snapped again through the crisp air. They all froze; the only sign of movement was their eyeballs flitting from left to right, trying to locate the source of the noise through the cracks of light. Was it a teacher searching for them? They had felt so safe curled in the darkness, but now it was proving a liability. They could hardly make anything out. Luke’s heart was thudding in his chest, and he began to sweat under his flannel shirt.
I’ll go check it out,
said Oscar, rising.
Kelsey tugged at his jeans, attempting to pull him down. I don’t think that’s a good idea. What if they see you?
Oscar tipped his head and gave her a sideways smile, the one Luke had seen a million times. The smile that said No worries, everything will be fine.
Better they see me than you, okay?
he told Kelsey. Kelsey, unsurprisingly, was not immune to his charm.
Okay,
she whispered, dropping her hand.
Dude, I’m not sure you should do this,
said Luke. The last thing he wanted was for Oscar to be the sacrificial lamb. Oscar had the most to lose out of all of them—it would be his last strike.
Don’t worry about it. I’ve been here a million times before. I know my way around.
Oscar brushed some bushes away and quickly disappeared into the night.
What if Mrs. Chester did a bed check, realized we were gone, and came out to search for us?
Kelsey said. Or what if someone saw us running across campus? We are so dead.
Guys, it’ll be okay,
said Luke without conviction. It’s probably nothing.
He felt along the cold, damp ground until he found the log to sit on again. His legs felt heavy, and he was increasingly uncomfortable in the small cave. The confinement was really starting to bother him. He rubbed the thin two-inch