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Aria cleared her throat. "Maybe it's not a coincidence at all."

Everyone looked at her. Aria turned to Emily. "Let me get this straight, Em. You just saw the woman you promised a baby to, the woman you screwed over in the end. Right?"

"I had to screw her over," Emily interrupted, a tormented look on her face. "I had to do what was right for the baby!"

"I know, I know." Aria waved her hands impatiently. "Just go with me, okay? You were worried sick about Gayle tracking you down, though. And you said Gayle was crazy. Isn't that why you didn't want to give the baby to her?"

Emily wrinkled her nose. "I don't see what you're getting at."



"Isn't it obvious?" Aria exclaimed. "You saw Gayle inside. And then, seconds later, you got a note from A about the baby. Gayle is A! Maybe she figured out what you did-what we all did! And now she wants to get revenge on all of us for helping you take her baby away!"

Emily squinted. "That makes no sense. How could Gayle know about Spencer's drug problem? How could she know about what happened in Jamaica?"

"Maybe she has a connection to Penn and Jamaica," Aria said. "She's really rich. Maybe she hired a PI. You never know."

"But what does she want from us?" Hanna asked.

Everyone thought for a moment. "Maybe she wants to know where the baby is," Aria suggested.

"Or maybe Gayle just wants to hurt you like you hurt her," Spencer said with a shiver. "Remember those messages she left on your voicemail, Em? She sounded crazy." She shut her eyes and recalled the woman's grating voice coming through the tiny cell phone speaker. I'm going to find you, the last voicemail had said. I'm going to hunt you and that baby down, and then you'll be sorry.

Inside, Tom Marin's voice boomed through the microphone. Hanna cast a glance at the door. "What did you mean when you said Gayle being my dad's biggest donor might not be a coincidence, Aria?"

"Think about it." Aria fiddled with one of her feather earrings. "If Gayle is A, maybe she got involved with your dad's campaign to get closer to you. Maybe it's part of her master plan."

Hanna squeezed her eyes shut. "My dad said that her funds are crucial to the campaign, though. If she withheld them for any reason, he might not have the money to air his commercials throughout the state."

"Maybe that's part of A's master plan, too," Spencer said somberly.

"Guys, do you hear yourselves?" Emily looked annoyed. "There's no way Gayle is A. Yeah, it's awful that I ran into her. And yeah, I don't know what I'm going to do now that she's seen me. But we have to think about A getting to Gayle, not A being Gayle."

"I think we need more facts," Spencer said. "Maybe there's a way we could prove if Gayle is or isn't A. If she's your dad's biggest donor, Hanna, maybe you could snoop around a little?"

"Me?" Hanna pressed her hand to her chest. "Why do I have to do it?"

They were suddenly interrupted by a loud creak. The back door opened, and Kate stuck her head out. "There you are," she said, sounding more relieved than annoyed. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Dad wants us on the stage with him."

"Got it." Hanna moved toward the door. She glanced over her shoulder at the others, indicating that they should follow. Aria and Spencer fell in line, but Emily stayed where she was. I'm not going back inside, her stubborn expression said. Not with Gayle there.

Spencer gave Emily an apologetic wave before ducking back into the banquet hall. The room was even more crowded than before-every seat was filled. Mr. Marin stood on the stage, answering questions and flashing his politician's smile. Spencer caught Hanna's arm before she joined her father. "Which one is Gayle, anyway?"

Hanna pointed to a woman in a red skirt suit in the front row. "Her."

Spencer gazed at the woman, a.s.sessing her blond hair, thin face, and the enormous diamonds on her fingers. All of a sudden, something clicked. The cake tasting. Gayle had been a few tables over, wearing a Chanel suit. Spencer had felt the woman's gaze on her back, but had shaken off Gayle's weird, smug expression, telling herself she was just being paranoid.

But maybe she wasn't. Maybe Gayle had been watching her. Because maybe, just maybe, Gayle was A.

10.

FOOD FOR THOUGHT.

Wednesday afternoon, Aria and Noel stood at a counter in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the Rosewood Culinary College, where they were taking Introduction to Cooking. Shiny pots and pans surrounded them. Ground-up spices waited in small, clear prep bowls, and a half-chopped leek lay limply on their cutting board. The room smelled of boiling chicken broth, gas from the burners, and the pungent cinnamon Trident that Marge, the lady behind them, chewed nonstop.

All eyes were on Madame Richeau, their instructor. Even though she'd only been a cook on a Carnival cruise ship for all of six months in the eighties, she acted as though she were a celebrity chef on the Food Network, wearing a tall toque and speaking with a dubious French accent.

"The key to good risotto is constant stirring," Madame Richeau said, inserting a wooden spoon into a pot and rotating it slowly around. She p.r.o.nounced the like zee. "Never stop stirring until the rice is creamy. It's a hard technique to master! Now, stir, stir, stir!"

Noel nudged Aria. "You aren't stirring fast enough."

Aria snapped to attention and looked down at her pot, which was full of Arborio rice and bubbling broth. "Oops," she said distractedly, giving the concoction a few good mixes.

"Would you rather chop?" Noel held up the j.a.panese knife he'd brought from his parents' kitchen. He was at work cutting a red onion for a side salad. "I don't want our risotto to be ruined. Madame might give us the guillotine," he said with a sly smile.

"I'm cool," Aria said, glancing at his workstation. "Besides, I could never slice that onion as well as you." Surprisingly, Noel had turned out to be pretty good at the cla.s.s-especially the chopping part. Aria always got bored halfway through and left her vegetables in big, unwieldy chunks.

She could feel Noel studying her, but she pretended not to notice, instead vigorously stirring the risotto. Thankfully, Noel had missed the town hall meeting last night because he and his lacrosse buddies had a team dinner. And their schedules didn't intersect in school for the past two days, which meant she hadn't seen him in the halls. She'd considered not coming to cooking cla.s.s, too, but then Noel would ask why. And what was she supposed to say-that she'd seen his father squeezing tomatoes in a dress at Fresh Fields?

She shuddered, the image swimming into her mind again. The moment she'd realized Mr. Kahn's long-lost sister might just be Mr. Kahn himself, she'd shot out of the produce section as fast as she could and hidden behind a rack of French bread. She'd watched the man from afar, praying that she was wrong. Maybe it was another dude in drag. Maybe it was a really ugly woman. But then the person's cell phone rang. "h.e.l.lo?" a man's voice said into the receiver-a man's voice that sounded exactly like Mr. Kahn's. Game over.

Aria wasn't sure who she felt more embarra.s.sed for-Mr. Kahn or herself. She couldn't shake the feeling that the whole thing was her fault, which was how she'd felt when she discovered Byron kissing Meredith in seventh grade. If she hadn't walked down that alley, if she hadn't turned her head at that moment, she wouldn't have been burdened with her dad's secret-or the agonizing struggle of whether to tell Ella. Likewise, if she'd only gone to Fresh Fields a few moments later, or lingered at the cheese counter, she wouldn't know something so damaging about Noel's dad.

But now that she did know, she was dying to dig deeper. Was this something Mr. Kahn did often? He was a little odd-he'd dressed up as a cavemannish Viking for Klaudia's welcome-to-the-U.S. party a month ago, and he was always drunkenly belting out opera songs and show tunes at Rosewood Day school board fund-raiser parties. But dressing up as a woman-in public? Didn't he realize how that would look if someone caught him? And surely Mr. and Mrs. Kahn's marriage wasn't as solid as Aria had thought. Were they one of those couples who put up appearances but secretly didn't love each other at all? That just made her heart break for Noel even more. He idolized his parents' strong bond.

Aria had promised no more secrets, but this was definitely something Noel didn't need to know-or want to know. And she could only hope A would never find out.

From the moment she'd woken up yesterday, Aria kept waiting for a taunting A message to arrive about Mr. Kahn. But miraculously, no note had been slipped under her windshield wiper, left in her locker, or beamed to her cell phone. Which meant one of two things: A was waiting for the perfect moment . . . or A didn't know.

If Gayle was A, maybe Gayle had been too busy stalking Spencer and Emily to make time for Aria, too. It wasn't like Gayle could be everywhere at once. And if A didn't know, the best thing Aria could do was pretend she'd never seen Mr. Kahn. She wouldn't even think about it.

"Everyone, get out your beurre and measure one half cup!" Madame Richeau crowed from the front.

"What's beurre again?" Noel grumbled. "I hate when she says stuff in French."

"b.u.t.ter." Aria reached into the mini fridge under the counter and pulled out a stick of Land O'Lakes. As she unwrapped it, her mind wandered again. Why was Gayle, a wealthy, successful woman, wasting her time and money stalking four high schoolers? Then again, she was nuts. Aria had only met Gayle once before, and she could tell immediately that there was something wrong with her.

It had been shortly after Emily admitted to Aria that she was pregnant. Aria was meeting Emily in the city. They'd planned to peruse the Italian Market, but then Emily asked if they could stop off to have coffee with Gayle, a strange, wealthy woman she'd met a week before.

"She got in touch with me through Derrick," Emily explained, referring to her friend from the restaurant. "He works for her on the weekends. He's asked her for more hours and listed me as a character reference." She smiled apologetically. "It'll only take a couple of minutes, I promise. And oh, I should warn you. She's a little . . . weepy. But she seems nice enough."

Aria had agreed, and Emily asked her to wear a wig and sungla.s.ses so that Gayle wouldn't recognize her and make the connection that both of them were the famous Pretty Little Liars. The only wig Aria had was a pink one from a few Halloweens earlier, but she'd worn it anyway.

The cafe was next to a yoga studio and a store that did tongue piercings. It was the kind of place that had reclaimed-wood farmhouse tables, weathervanes nailed to the walls, and a hand-printed menu on a chalkboard that said breakfast was served all day. Gayle was waiting for them in a booth, a big stack of blueberry pancakes already on the table. As soon as she spied Emily waddling up the aisle, she pushed the plate across the table. "Eat up. Blueberries are good for the baby's developing brain."

"Oh." Emily looked startled. "That's nice of you."

"I'm just doing what's best for the baby," Gayle said, her gaze squarely on Emily, a sweet smile on her face.

"I appreciate it." Emily took a bite of the pancakes and smiled. "They're really good."

Gayle cleared her throat awkwardly. "Pardon me if you think this is a little forward, but I a.s.sume you are putting your baby up for adoption. Can I ask if you've found a family yet?"

A muscle in Emily's cheek twitched. Aria reached under the table and took Emily's hand as if to say, If you want to run out of here right now, I'm right behind you. But instead, Emily had taken a breath. "Uh, yes. I found a nice couple who lives in the suburbs, not that far from me."

Gayle looked crestfallen. "I figured as much. I recently lost a child, and it was devastating. My husband and I want a baby, and I've gone through countless fertility treatments, spent tens of thousands of dollars, but we haven't had any luck."

"That must be so rough for you," Emily said, her features softening.

Gayle's eyes welled with tears. "I want a baby of my own so badly. You seem like a beautiful, smart, well-rounded girl. I would be honored to raise your child, but I guess that's not meant to be." She hung her head.

"Gosh, if I'd have known," Emily murmured, fiddling with her fork. "I'm really sorry."

"Are you sure you couldn't change your mind?" Gayle's voice rose. "I could make it worth your while. My husband and I do very well for ourselves, and we would reward you handsomely."

A zillion alarms blared in Aria's head. Did this woman seriously mean she was going to pay Emily for her kid?

But Emily didn't appear fazed. She reached for her water gla.s.s and took a long sip, nodding for Gayle to go on.

"The baby would have every privilege in the world," Gayle said. "Private schools. Lessons of all kinds. Amazing trips around the world. You name it."

Aria glanced around at the other patrons in the cafe, amazed no one had overheard what had just transpired. Wasn't this illegal? Then Gayle dropped a twenty-dollar bill on the table and stood. "Think about it, Heather. I'll call you in a few days, or you call me." She pa.s.sed Emily a business card. A second later, she was gliding out of the cafe, waving good-bye to the balding owner in suspenders behind the counter as though she hadn't just offered to buy a stranger's baby.

As soon as Gayle disappeared down the sidewalk, Aria let out a breath. "Do you want to call the police, or shall I?"

Emily looked surprised. "What?"

Aria stared at her. "Are you high? She just offered you money for your baby."

Emily picked at the pancakes. "I feel terrible for her. It's obvious she really wants a baby. She seems so sad."

"You bought that sob story?" Aria shook her head. Emily always was the most sensitive of the group, the one who saved baby birds when the mother pushed them out of the nest too early, or who tried to stop Ali when she teased someone too nastily. "Em, normal people don't walk into cafes and offer to buy teenagers' unborn children. Even people who are desperate to have kids. There's something seriously wrong with her."

But Emily was staring wistfully at her belly, appearing not to hear a word of what Aria said. "Wouldn't it be nice to have everything you wanted in the world? Exotic trips? Fantastic summer camps? The baby's life would be incredible."

"Money isn't everything, you know," Aria pointed out. "Look at Spencer. She had every privilege in the world, and her family's a mess. Can you honestly tell me that woman would be a caring, nurturing mother?"

"It's possible," Emily said, an empathetic look on her face. "We don't even know her."

"Exactly!" Aria pounded her fork on the table for emphasis. "I loved the sound of the first family you chose, Em. You got to know them. You picked them for a reason."

"But they're both teachers," Emily protested. "Neither of them make that much money."

"Since when do you care about that?"

"Since I got pregnant!" Emily's cheeks flushed. She said it so loudly a couple of patrons looked up, startled, then sheepishly went back to their meals.

Aria talked on and on, listing reason after reason why Emily shouldn't pay any attention to Gayle, but Emily still had that torn, faraway look on her face. It wasn't surprising when Emily told her a few days later that she'd accepted Gayle's offer. It also wasn't that surprising that, only a few weeks later, Emily called Aria back in a panic, saying she'd changed her mind and that Aria had to help her get out of the Gayle mess.

"Your risotto has gone gelatinous!"

Madame Richeau was standing over Aria, peering into her pot with a look of abhorrence on her face. Sure enough, the rice had congealed into a thick paste. She tried to rake the wooden spoon through it, but the slop wouldn't budge.

Madame Richeau shook her head and strode away, muttering. The whole cla.s.s looked at Aria with tiny smirks on their faces. Noel stared at Aria curiously. "Are you sure everything is okay?" he asked.

Heavy pressure settled behind Aria's eyes. She considered telling Noel about what was going on with Emily's pregnancy . . . maybe even with A. Couples told each other everything, after all. They were supposed to trust each other, right?

But then the image of Mr. Kahn in that dress rushed to the forefront of her mind again. She straightened up and gave Noel a self-deprecating smile. "Sorry. I was thinking about what I was going to wear to Hanna's dad's benefit on Sunday. Do you think I should go vintage or buy something new?"

Noel studied her for a moment, looking puzzled, then shrugged and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "You'll look fantastic in anything."

Aria snuggled into him, her insides feeling as sludgy and unappetizing as the risotto she'd just botched. So much for the honesty pact. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flicker of white at the window. Was that . . . a flash of blond hair? But when she broke away from Noel and looked closer, the flicker had already vanished.

11.

WORK IT.

Later that night, Hanna walked through the steamed-up double doors of The Pump, a musclehead gym at the King James Mall. The gym smelled like sweat, spilled Gatorade, and that unidentifiable but utterly boy smell of burgeoning testosterone that always made Hanna gag. A slick-haired guy straight out of Jersey Sh.o.r.e central casting sat behind the check-in desk, drinking a protein shake and reading a bodybuilding magazine. Across from him was a giant mural of a gorilla lifting weights, his ab muscles well defined, his biceps bulging. She supposed it was meant to inspire people to work out more, but who wanted to look like a gorilla?

Hanna paid for a day pa.s.s and walked into the main exercise room, which consisted of racks of free weights, lines of bench-press machines, and a long bank of mirrors. There was the ear-splitting clang of metal weights. .h.i.tting steel bars. When Hanna looked in the corner by the windows, her heart began to pound. James Freed and Mason Byers were doing pull-ups on side-by-side machines. Standing next to them, dressed in an old Phillies T-shirt with the sleeves cut off, staring dreamily at something across the room, was Mike.

Hanna swiveled around and followed Mike's gaze to a large exercise cla.s.sroom. On the front of the door was a sign that said POLE DANCING, 6:30. A bunch of metal poles had been s.p.a.ced evenly in front of the mirrors. A few middle-aged women dressed in tight-fitting leotards, flirty miniskirts, and wobbly high heels stood around the room. Positioned in the very center, balanced perfectly in pointy stripper heels, was Colleen.

Mike's new girlfriend raked her fingers through her hair. It didn't seem quite so mousy brown today, and her body looked both curvy and lithe at the same time in tight spandex shorts and a yellow bra top. When Colleen noticed Mike's reflection, she turned around, waved, and blew him a kiss. Mike blew one back.

Hanna balled up her fists, thinking of the two of them in bed together.

She stormed to the dressing room, dropped her duffel on the floor, and stepped into a tiger-printed, stripper-style crop top she'd found at the mall earlier that afternoon. After pouring herself into it-she'd bought a size smaller than normal for maximum cleavage-she checked herself out in the mirror. Her hair was full and wild, thanks to tons of hairspray. She had on triple the amount of makeup she normally wore, though she'd stopped before applying false eyelashes. And then there was the piece de resistance: a pair of incredibly high, incredibly spiky, silver Jimmy Choo sandals. She'd only worn them once before, to last year's prom; Mike had thought they were so s.e.xy he even made her wear them to the after-party with her jeans. Hanna slipped them on her feet and pivoted back and forth. They looked perfect. She just hoped she could pole dance in them.

Her cell phone buzzed, and she eyed it nervously. One new text message. Luckily, it was only from Kate, asking if she'd be willing to help her hand out fliers at a 10k race around Rosewood Sat.u.r.day morning. Sure, Hanna wrote back, trying to ignore her shaking hands as she typed. Now that Spencer and Emily had received new notes from A, she'd been waiting all day for hers.

Could Gayle be A? Hanna hadn't met the woman over the summer-she only heard about her when Emily reached out shortly before her C-section-but the phone messages Gayle had left the night they sneaked Emily and the baby out of the hospital had stayed with her. They weren't the desperate, sobbing voicemails most people would leave if they thought they might not get the child they'd hoped and prayed for-they were steely and enraged. Gayle was not the kind of person you crossed, and now she was knee-deep in Mr. Marin's campaign.

That morning at breakfast, Hanna had sat down next to her dad at the table. "How do you know Gayle? Are you old friends?"

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