The revelation has settled out after the walk home and a few spinach and mushroom egg bites, which Mom left out on the counter for me as an afternoon snack.

After that, Zoe and I head upstairs sitting on the carpet in my room. Zoe opens the lid of her laptop.

"The woman sent the security footage," Zoe says. "She actually sent extra footage from the whole day."

"The whole day?" So I can verify if zoe is lying or not. "Can you send me a part and we'll tag team watching it?" Zoe sends the file to my computer. I jump straight to four o'clock and begin watching it at five times speed. Less than half an hour later, I know that Zoe was right. She wasn't lying. I breathe a sigh of relief, then back track. The footage from two p.m. scrawls by as does the time in the lower right hand corner. Customers enter and exit, but nothing seems out of the ordinary.

"Nothing," I say, shaking my head.

"Wait." Zoe's eyes stay glued to her computer while her finger circles and presses on the fingerpad. "Look at this guy who enters at three oh-five."

A lanky guy dressed in a navy blue hoodie and black jeans enters the buffet. He wears a baseball cap pulled down over his face, and all I can see is a little stubble on his chin. The hat is tilted slightly to the side. His hood is up, too. He keeps his hand in his pockets as he pays for food, then grabs a plate and puts a few chicken wings and noodles on it. He sits in the booth Zoe occupied and eats for ten minutes. Then, he gets up to go into the restroom.

Fourteen minutes later, we enter the buffet. The man never left.

"He must've been hiding in the restroom somewhere," I say.

"But how did he leave?" asks Zoe.

I think back to the bathroom, trying to picture how it looked. "There was a window over the sink. He would've had to have smashed it in to get out."

"Maybe it is smashed in. we didn't check the last time we went."

"But where would he have hidden?"

Zoe shakes her head. "I don't know. The police were there and everything."

"I have some developments, too," I say. "The interviews indicate that Ronald had a late night meeting with his boss. He was the financial manager and probably knew about the fraud. The meeting got heated, and he told his kids afterward that he was leaving to talk to a neighbor."

"A neighbor? Like Miss Laybrook?"

I shake my head. "I mean, maybe she grew up there as a kid. But I don't think so."

"Who else might live in that neighborhood?" Zoe asks.

My mind circles back to the last time we went there. It clicks, that strange feeling of deja vu hitting me again.

"I've got it. Mrs. Barnes! He was going to visit his employer."

"Oh my gosh, you're right. And if he knew about the fraud and was going to confront them..."

"Then maybe Mr. Barnes killed him." I snap my fingers together. "There's more, I can feel it. I think I'm wrapped up in this somehow."

"Why?"

"I had a strange feeling of deja vu while there. I felt like I'd been there before. Maybe Amber sent a memory tied to that place into dormancy in my mind so I can't access it."

"Drat, if only we knew what it was."

"If only." I stretch out on my stomach, cupping my chin in my palms.

"I think we need to go over alibis again," Zoe says. "Autumn has one, by the way. Remember? She had her club the night of Evan's date. She was all mad because she wouldn't be around to stalk you guys. Same with Priya, she had cheer practice."

"That takes out Adrian," I say.

"And the rest of the cheerleaders. Who else is a suspect? The drama club?"

"Pierce was doing his group project on Saturday and has an alibi for Friday. The other kids have alibis and went to the cafe or other places. Hannah has an alibi for Saturday as do my other group project members. They all met together while I wandered off for so long."

Zoe stares at the document of names on her laptop. "Isabella has one too?" I nod. Zoe flops down, facing the ceiling. "This is hopeless. We're never going to be able to track the killer down."

"Not to mention we need a blonde tech expert." I freeze. "Wait, we know a blonde tech expert."

"Huh?"

"Why didn't I see it before?" My fingers fly across my keyboard. I spin my computer around so Zoe can view the pictures of Ronald and Lori side by side. "Who do they remind you of?"

"I don't..."

"Brooklyn and Brian!" I exclaim. "Now look, we never asked Brooklyn if she has an alibi for Friday. She might, but Brian doesn't have an alibi for Saturday, the day that we were at the Arboretum. They must've traded off killing. Brooklyn has the tech skills to pull this off. We're in the same class, so she could've easily swiped my phone to send those text messages." I pull up the app on my phone. "Remember, someone manipulated the first date by matching me with Evan? Well, Brian knew that Evan had the dating app." I scroll through all the times that I texted Will. "all those times are times when I was at lunch, phys ed, or AP European History."

"You're so right." Zoe frowns. "But wait, what about the final murder? And what was up with the cash?"

"It was to frame me for the murders. They must've put that and the xanax in my purse to scare me and make me seem suspicious to the police. And remember, Brian is one of the only people who thought that Evan could've been taking xanax."

"Isabella too."

"True."

"It's almost like they knew about your anxiety and were trying to use it against you."

"The interviews show that Brooklyn has a knack for getting information. She knew to check her dad's calendar, which showed her that he had a business meeting the night he died."

"But what about the final murder?"

"The lanky guy who entered has the same frame as Brian."

"But he would've been in school. And he has a shift in the afternoon."

"No," I say. "Because that morning, I spoke with Isabella and saw him at the cafe. He said he switched his shifts for the day to help out another coworker. He would've gotten off work at three I guess, headed straight to the buffet, and stayed there."

"You're so right!" Zoe's excitement dims. "So what do we do now?"

"I don't know." My fingers twitch against each other. "I mean, we can't just walk up to them and accuse them of murder yeah."

"Ha, yeah." silence permeates the room for a moment. A sly smile spreads on Zoe's face. "But what if we catch them in the act?"

"I don't know. After what happened last time, I don't want anyone else to get hurt."

"But if we plan it right, it'd be perfect. And this time, we'll call the police before anyone dies. We'll call in a tip or something." I purse my lips. "I don't see any other way."

I wish there's another way. But sadly, Zoe is right. The police won't believe us unless we have proof.

My lungs deflate with a sigh. "What kind of setup do you have in mind?"