Most Likely To Die. Lisa Jackson

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      Kristen headed toward the center of St. Elizabeth’s campus, the garden area where a deep, frigid labyrinth of trimmed laurel hedges, pruned trees, benches, and statues separated the school grounds from the convent and chapel where the nuns lived and prayed. Fog was beginning to rise, causing the light from the moon to reflect oddly, as if the silvery orb were fuzzy with some otherworldly halo.

      The temperature dropped.

      The wind picked up.

      Kristen’s skin crawled as she passed the weird gargoyles of the topiary and the walls of foliage. Her premonition about something bad about to happen hadn’t left her. She turned a corner and darkness suddenly consumed her as she met a dead end. Far in the distance, the music stopped, the background noise of drums and guitars fading into silence.

      Where was she going?

      Why was she exploring this maze tonight?

      She heard a footstep behind her.

      She wasn’t alone.

      Her heart trip-hammered.

      Ffftttt!

      Something sizzled through the night.

      And then a gasp, a strangled cry, like a wounded animal, a gurgling, primal groan.

      She jumped backward.

      What the hell was that?

      Her blood turned to ice. She started running along the grassy pathways, guided by the eerie light of the moon. Her high heels fell off, but she raced barefoot, barreling down blind alleys, bouncing off prickly bushes. Don’t panic! Don’t panic! Don’t panic!

      But she was already frantic, leaves and branches tearing at her arms, her hair falling around her face, her heart pounding out a terrified cadence.

      Where was the sound coming from?

      She careened around another sharp corner, stubbed her toe on the end of a bench, and yelped as she hurtled through the maze. It was too dark to see the lights from the school—the hedge was too high to peer over—but she kept running. In circles? Toward the center of the labyrinth? Or out of the damned maze?

      Blood was oozing from her toe, through the ripped nylon of her panty hose.

      Run! Run! Run! Get help!

      She tore around a sharp corner just as a scream of pure terror ripped through the shivering shrubbery.

      Her heart froze.

      “Oh, God,” she whispered, her stomach wrenching.

      In the weird moon glow she spied Jake Marcott, his body pinned to the trunk of the gnarled oak at the very center of the maze. His face was white, his eyes wide. A crimson stain covered the ruffled shirt of his tux, a thick arrow at its center. Blood dripped from the corners of Jake’s mouth and his head hung forward at an impossible angle, his dead eyes wide and staring.

      Kristen took a step forward. This was a joke…a sick, awful, twisted joke. Jake couldn’t be…he wasn’t…“Oh, no…oh, no…”

      Lindsay Farrell, her hands covered in blood, her dress splattered and stained, was crumpled at Jake’s feet. Her hair had fallen out of its pins, the long, dark coils curling at her bare shoulders. She lifted her head, her eyes filled with tears that streaked her face with black mascara.

      “Why?” she cried as the sounds of shouts and frantic, thundering feet echoed through Kristen’s brain.

      Help is coming. Maybe it isn’t too late. Maybe Jake can be saved! Maybe he isn’t dead yet!

      She started to run to him, but Lindsay, her face twisted in fury, forced herself clumsily to her feet and barred her path.

      “Why, Kristen?” Lindsay demanded again, her voice a razor-sharp whisper, her face twisted in fury and pain. “Why did you kill him?”

      Chapter 1

      Portland, Oregon, March 2006

      “So, I’m stuck, is that what you’re saying?” Kristen balanced her cell phone between her ear and shoulder as she leaned back in her desk chair and felt a headache coming on. Though time was definitely running out, she’d held out hope that her friend Aurora had found someone else to be in charge of the damned twenty-year reunion. “No one’s willing to take over the job?”

      “You were the valedictorian. If you didn’t want to head up the reunion, you should have gotten at least one B, okay? Like in PE or calculus or something.” Aurora Zephyr laughed at her own joke and Kristen imagined her toothy smile and knowing hazel eyes. Aurora was the one student at St. Elizabeth’s that she’d really kept up with over the years.

      “If I’d known this was coming up, I would have.”

      “Fat chance. Now give up the whole glass-is-half-empty thing. It’s going to be fun.”

      “Yeah, right.”

      “What’s got into you? There was a time when you knew how to have a good time. Remember?”

      “Good time…” Kristen murmured skeptically.

      “You’re just going to organize a big party for kids you knew way back when. Get into it, would ya?”

      Kristen sighed and leaned toward her desk. “It’s just that I’ve tried to avoid anything to do with St. Elizabeth’s.”

      “I know. Because of Jake. We all feel that way. But it’s been twenty years, for God’s sake. Time to get over it. Bury the past and lighten up.”

      “I can try.”

      “Hallelujah and amen, sister,” Aurora said and Kristen smiled.

      “I’ve already rounded up quite a few СКАЧАТЬ