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In Bishop, Texas, you wind up as one of two things: bored or tired.
Bishop had a lot of things that could be good, but they never really were.
Sleepy atmosphere? Check. Outdated library? Check. Cranky teenager up at the crack of dawn trying to hack into a high school database? Check.
That was probably why Samantha Groves and Hanna Frey disappeared.
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"SAM!"
There it was.
Either Root's salvation or her downfall. She really didn't know which.
Hanna Frey, Root's all-time, hands-down, utterly beautiful best friend, was busy slamming things around their shared apartment.
This meant one of two things: angry or hungry.
Root peeked out her door. "Hanna, why are you up so early?"
"Food, Sam, food," Hanna muttered as she dug through the fridge. "Need food."
Root shrugged and came out of her room. Couldn't hurt to join her. "What's cooking?"
Hanna looked up from her spot next to the fridge. "Probably some weird pasta dish I found online. Totally didn't go shopping for it though. Gonna taste..."
She paused.
"...Interesting."
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Sameen Shaw did not want to move to... wherever this was.
But she had to.
After driving cross-country with her mother to escape weird assassin guys, Shaw had been forced to go her separate way.
Her mother thought it would be safer that way.
She was wrong.
And now, Shaw was stuck riding in a cab to wherever-the-heck, Florida, to live with two apparently insane roommates.
Fun stuff.
She had no idea.