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auren went out after lunch, leaving her bike at home. She could cut into the woods from the cul-de-sac at the end of the road. Mrs. Schneider, of course, never let anyone through her yard—not even a raccoon—but pretty much everyone

else expected the neighborhood kids to use their yards as access points and didn’t mind.

She only needed her bike if she was going straight to the ghost tree, and she didn’t want to start at the ghost tree today.

Lauren had a small green canvas duffel bag that used to belong to her father slung over her shoulder. She had carefully packed this bag with all the things she thought she would need if she actually came across the crime scene.

It was easier for her to think of it that way, to consider it in a distant and scientific manner. If she di

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