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Chapter 8

           She’llstartrottingsoon.Hewassurprisedathavingsuchamorbidthought.

           "Youknowthisgirl,shank?"Albyasked,soundingtickedoff.

           Thomaswasshockedbythequestion."Knowher?OfcourseIdon’tknowher.Idon’tknowanyone.Exceptforyouguys."

           "That’snot...,"Albybegan,thenstoppedwithafrustratedsigh."Imeantdoesshelookfamiliaratall?Anykindoffeelin’you’veseenherbefore?"

           "No.Nothing."Thomasshifted,lookeddownathisfeet,thenbackatthegirl.

           Alby’sforeheadcreased."You’resure?"Helookedlikehedidn’tbelieveawordThomassaid,seemedalmostangry.

           WhatcouldhepossiblythinkIhavetodowiththis?Thomasthought.HemetAlby’sglareevenlyandansweredtheonlywayheknewhow."Yes.Why?"

           "Shuckit,"Albymuttered,lookingbackdownatthegirl."Can’tbeacoincidence.Twodays,twoGreenies,onealive,onedead."

           ThenAlby’swordsstartedtomakesenseandpanicflaredinThomas."Youdon’tthinkI..."Hecouldn’tevenfinishthesentence.

           "Slimit,Greenie,"Newtsaid."We’renotsayin’youbloodykilledthegirl."

           Thomas’smindwasspinning.Hewassurehe’dneverseenherbeforebutthentheslightesthintofdoubtcreptintohismind."Iswearshedoesn’tlookfamiliaratall,"hesaidanyway.He’dhadenoughaccusations.

           "Areyou"

           BeforeNewtcouldfinish,thegirlshotupintoasittingposition.Asshesuckedinahugebreath,hereyessnappedopenandsheblinked,lookingaroundatthecrowdsurroundingher

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