month — actually exist ? Or could she be nothing more than a pack of cards ?” He cocks his eyebrow with a tilt of his head . “ That ’ s what I ’ m here to demystify .”
Camera Two zoomed in on the screen behind him .
Eight Weeks Earlier
“ Have you ever heard of Queen Alice ?” Jace asked his reporter dad as he slid into the front seat of the family car .
“ Good to see you too ,” Blumfield replied sarcastically . “ Have I ever heard of who now ?”
“ Queen Alice ,” Jace repeated , looking out toward the quad of Blackwood High School .
Several teens were still milling around the school , staring at their phones , throwing frisbees , or gabbing as they waited for rides . Blumfield ’ s ever-sharp eye noticed his shy , quiet son gazing at a long-haired , blonde girl wearing a sweatshirt and long black skirt walk past the other kids with her head down .
“ Who ’ s that young lady ?” Blumfield inquired . He stared at the girl hard , analyzing her movement . As a journalist , he usually saw people walking like that because of fear . Whatever that girl was afraid of , he hoped it was just anxiety and not anything serious .
“ Lily Forson ,” Jace answered , his eyes never leaving her as she disappeared out of sight . “ She ’ s a senior . We ’ ve talked a few
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month — actually exist ? Or could she be nothing more than a pack of cards ?” He cocks his eyebrow with a tilt of his head . “ That ’ s what I ’ m here to demystify .”
Camera Two zoomed in on the screen behind him .
Eight Weeks Earlier
“ Have you ever heard of Queen Alice ?” Jace asked his reporter dad as he slid into the front seat of the family car .
“ Good to see you too ,” Blumfield replied sarcastically . “ Have I ever heard of who now ?”
“ Queen Alice ,” Jace repeated , looking out toward the quad of Blackwood High School .
Several teens were still milling around the school , staring at their phones , throwing frisbees , or gabbing as they waited for rides . Blumfield ’ s ever-sharp eye noticed his shy , quiet son gazing at a long-haired , blonde girl wearing a sweatshirt and long black skirt walk past the other kids with her head down .
“ Who ’ s that young lady ?” Blumfield inquired . He stared at the girl hard , analyzing her movement . As a journalist , he usually saw people walking like that because of fear . Whatever that girl was afraid of , he hoped it was just anxiety and not anything serious .
“ Lily Forson ,” Jace answered , his eyes never leaving her as she disappeared out of sight . “ She ’ s a senior . We ’ ve talked a few