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about ten seconds.”
    “I don’t understand,” Olivia said. She took the death report from Kitty’s hand and looked through it again. “All the clues, the missing yearbook photos, the deaths—everything pointed to Christopher Beeman.”
    “Someone wanted you to believe you were dealing withChristopher,” Ed said simply. “Pretty epic snow job if you ask me.”
    “What are we going to do?” Olivia asked.
    “Stay calm,” Kitty said, sounding anything but. “The killer doesn’t know we found out about this.”
    Olivia bit her lip. “Okay . . .”
    “So while he lays low, thinking this is all over, we go back and look at our suspects again,” Kitty explained.
    “Yeah,” Ed snorted. “Beat that dead horse.”
    Kitty narrowed her eyes. “You have a better idea?”
    “Actually, yes.” Ed threaded his fingers together and rested them on his knee. “Aren’t you guys missing the most obvious suspects of all?”
    Olivia cocked her pretty head. “I don’t get it.”
    Ed smiled at her. “I know.”
    “Spit it out, Ed,” Kitty snapped.
    These girls had no imagination. “Did you ever think that maybe your DGM exploits are coming back to haunt you?”
    “You think one of our DGM targets is behind this,” Kitty said, catching on. Better late than never.
    “They do kinda have a reason to hate you,” Ed said. “Like a lot.”
    “But why would one of them kill Ronny?” Kitty asked. “Or Coach Creed?”
    “At least Christopher had a reason,” Olivia said.
    Ed snapped his fingers in front of Olivia’s face. “Wake up! Unless he’s a vengeful spirit hunting down his tormentors, he didn’t kill anyone.”
    Olivia’s brow clouded. “I guess.”
    You guess? “But what if someone was trying to frame you by going after other DGM targets?” Ed leaned back. “Creed and the Ronster were the most recent.”
    Kitty sighed. “It’s worth looking into.” She pointed at the nearest computer. “Ed, I need your Google-fu.”
    Ed swung around and poised his fingers over the keyboard. “Ready.”
    “Let’s start with DGM’s first target,” Kitty said. “Wendy Marshall.”
    Ed got a hit right away. “Senior at St. Francis High School. Updated her Twitter feed this morning.”
    “That’s practically down the street,” Olivia said.
    Kitty pulled a sheet of paper from the printer and scribbled down Wendy’s name. “Now look for Christina Huang.”
    Again, Ed got a result within seconds. “Looks like her parents shipped her back east to Choate.”
    “Still alive?” Olivia asked.
    Ed shrugged. “If you can call Choate Rosemary Hall alive.”
    “Okay,” Kitty said. “But she lives like four thousand miles away. Probably not our killer.”
    “Try Xavier Hathaway,” Olivia suggested.
    “That douche who used to stick my head in a toilet and flush it freshman year?” Ed asked.
    Olivia nodded. “They didn’t call him the Swirlie King for nothing.”
    Xavier didn’t have a Facebook page, so it took Ed longer tofind a reference. The result, however, was unexpectedly gratifying. “Looks like he works for the Hayward Department of Sanitation.” He looked up, smiling broadly. “That is the best thing I’ve ever heard.”
    “And he might be a killer,” Kitty added. She clearly didn’t appreciate the irony of Xavier’s craptastic job.
    “Coach Creed and Ronny are dead, so that leaves three more,” Olivia said, counting them off on her fingers. “The Gertler twins, Melissa Barndorfer, and Tammi Barnes.”
    Ed cocked an eyebrow. “That’s four.”
    “Just look them up!” Kitty cried.
    “Fine.” Ed quickly sought online references to DGM targets three through six. “The Gertlers work at a surf shop in Mountain View, and according to Melissa’s Facebook page, she’s in Prague with some Eurotrash boyfriend.”
    “And Tammi?” Olivia asked.
    “Working on it.” Ed typed furiously, cycling through all of his stalkery internet go-tos. One by one, they all came up blank. He slumped back