“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to kill someone,” Kate bit out, her voice harsh.

Natalie ignored her. “I sent all his buddies his last video on here.”

“Really?” Jasmine sounded curious. “What was it?”

“Him jacking off.” She snorted. “Dumb idiot. That’s going viral. Douche will be haunted by that for years.”

“You’re so mean to your little brother. You should be nicer to him.”

“And you should be meaner to your sister. She treats you like dirt, Jaz.”

“Seriously, guys!” Kate yelled out. “Help me find her clothes or it’ll be over for all of us.”

“For the last effing time,” Natalie barked back. “What are you talking about?”

“Her clothes.” I could hear the venom dripping from her voice. I enjoyed it. “They’re gone.”

“So’s the doll thing.”

“What?”

“The doll thing.”

I shook my head. Parker had no idea what she was pointing out.

Kate spat out again, “What the f**k are you talking about?”

“The doll,” Parker yelled back. “It was here. So were her clothes.”

“I put her clothes on the floor. Where’d you put the mannequin?”

“Here. I just told you. Listen.”

“The mannequin was supposed to go DOWNSTAIRS,” Kate screamed again. “They took it. They took it all. Oh my god. Oh my god. I’m going to kill someone.”

“What are you talking about?” Natalie’s voice rose in alarm. “They? You think that cunt came in here?”

“Mason and Logan. Are you a complete idiot? She told them. Shit. Fuck.” Kate went through a slew of curse words. “They came in here and took them.”

“Oh crap.”

“Exactly.”

“You think they did anything else?” Parker questioned, a small twinge of fear crept into her tone.

Kate laughed now. “Probably.” It came out sounding like she was being strangled. “We’re screwed. She told Mason. He’s going to screw us.”

“Calm down,” Natalie clipped out. “Let’s calm down and think about this. We’re not screwed yet.”

“We are. We sooo are. He’s going to do something horrible to us. I know it. We’re so screwed.”

“No, we’re not. He has no idea what we were going to do—”

“Yes, he did,” Kate continued yell. “It’s why he came here in the first place. I can’t believe that bitch told him.”

“I would, if I was her,” Jasmine commented. “I mean, come on. We’re mean. You can’t blame the girl.”

“Whose side are you on?” Kate and Natalie said at the same time.

There was silence before she replied, “Yours. My friends.”

“Then act like it.”

“So what?” Natalie spoke up again. “We’ll be fine. They took her clothes back. Whoop de doo. We can still hurt her. We do have other things planned.”

“I know.” I could imagine Kate now. She was biting the inside of her cheek, thinking over everything that we could’ve done to her house. She sighed. “Shit. Fine. Come on. Let’s go to Tate’s and put the camcorder in place and then go to Cake’s garage for the other stuff.”

“Wait,” Parker stopped them, “so we’re not putting those pictures on the internet?”

“We can’t,” Kate snapped at her, her voice heavy with sarcasm. “We don’t have the mannequin, and we don’t have her clothes. We have nothing else on her.”

“Can’t we just use someone else’s clothes and put her name on it?”

“Not without the f**king doll, and using her clothes is the whole point. It’s the added insult that it’s her real clothes. Unless one of you guys want to dress up and let us take pictures of you?”

There was silence in the room.

Kate bit out a harsh laugh. “I didn’t think so.”

“Let’s use other pictures and put her face on it?”

“Using her real clothes is the whole point. Did you get anything from Nate’s house before they moved out?”

“No. Mason locked their bedroom during the parties, and I couldn’t find anything else in the house.”

“Of course he does. They have huge parties.”

“Whatever. Let’s move on. We’ll do the thing that we were planning to do next week, this week instead.”

“Are you sure that’s smart? You just said that we’re screwed. Mason knows and now we don’t have the pictures.”

I pressed my ear closer against the wall. Their voices faded when Kate commented, “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to beat her ass one way or another.”

Their car doors closed. I turned and headed into the woods to where my Escalade was parked. When I got into my car, Logan put his phone away and looked up. “You learn anything?”

“Nothing we didn’t know except that we have to put her down.”

Logan nodded and lifted his fist in the air. I met it with mine. As I reversed the car, I asked, “Can you text Sam for me? Tell her we’re fine, but we won’t get back till late.”

“Already did it.”

I threw my brother a frown, but Logan wasn’t paying attention. He went back to texting on his phone.