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the sidewalk. I stay in the shadows, several steps behind Linzy. If she thinks she has stealthy skills, she hasn't seen mine. I grew up on old reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer . That girl knew how to sneak.
    "I can't leave the street," Kinley whispers, bumping into me.
    "Sshh." I grab her arm and throw both of us onto Mrs. Jackson's lawn.
    I peek out from around the bush that separates this yard from the next. Linzy stops and turns, but I don't think she sees us. She continues her trek.
    I look to Kinley and hold a finger over my lips before getting up and following. Clearly my new friend needs pointers on spying.
    When Linzy reaches the corner, she makes a right turn.
    I step off the curb, and Kinley grabs my arm, her short fingernails digging into my flesh.
    "I can't leave the block."
    I nod, remembering, but, dude, this isn't the time to be so obedient. I bite my lip, wondering how far Linzy will go. I don't want to get in trouble, but I also don't want to lose her.
    "I'll just go a little bit and be right back."
    Kinley nods, her eyes wide. "Okay, I'll wait here."
    I run across the street and peer around the corner. Luckily I don't have to go much farther. Linzy's at the next corner, just standing there, staring at her phone. At least I think it's her. She's far enough away that I only make out a silhouette.
    I turn back to Kinley, give a quick thumbs up, then run forward and crouch behind a giant oak tree. As I'm waiting, I realize I have to pee. Of course. I don't remember this ever happening to Buffy while she waited in the graveyard for vampires to arrive.
    After a few minutes, a car slows down farther along the road, several yards from the nearest streetlamp, its headlights off. The driver gets out as Linzy rushes over.
    The driver stays shielded by the car, so I can't tell if it's a man or woman, young or old. And the car…well, it's dark, four-doors, I think. It's too far to make out even with my glasses on. Is Linzy meeting a secret boyfriend? Maybe she wanted to go out, and her mom said she couldn't. Maybe it's some hot actor from her show, which I totally need to start watching.
    I can't hear a peep from either of them, but Linzy has both hands on her hips, her shoulders back. It doesn't look like a secret rendezvous. The driver starts to open the car door, and petite, little Linzy grabs for him. The driver pulls back then pushes Linzy. She staggers and shouts, "Hey."
    Whoa. Not cool, especially if it's a secret boyfriend. I pull my phone from my pocket, ready to dial nine-one-one and the local teen abuse hotline, when the driver jumps back into the car, whips around the corner, and speeds off, out of sight. I would've loved to snap a picture, but it's way too dark to capture anything, and a flash would give me away.
    I get ready to run back to Kinley, expecting Linzy to head toward us, but she turns and runs after the car. Is she serious? Is she crazy?
    Without thinking, I take off and head toward them, stopping when I reach the spot they just occupied. I look up and down the block for either of them. I don't see the car, and if Linzy is on the sidewalk, I can't tell. I seriously need to get my glasses checked.
    Well this was a total bust. I take a step, ready to admit defeat, as much as it pains me, and hear something flit across the pavement. I must've kicked something. I look but don't see anything. With my phone pointed down, I check out the area, inch by inch.
    Up ahead I spot something tiny that reflects off the light. I pick it up and examine it in my palm. It's a silver star charm. The kind worn on a bracelet. Is it Linzy's, or was it dropped by someone at another time? Yesterday? Last week?
    Suddenly the sound of a motor creeps closer, and I hold my breath. Panic settles in. It's crazy. It's probably some random car going home, but after spying on my neighbor, I worry I'll get caught, and I race back to my street.
    When I reach the corner, someone jumps out from behind the oak tree.
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