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“HOW CAN YOU be sure?” Aly picked up the binoculars and tried to scan the shore, but it was too dark to see anything.

I was shaking. “The walk. The way she moved her head when she took off that bandanna. Her eyes …”

“You could see all that?” Aly asked.

“I could see enough,” I said.

Aly let out a deep breath. “So it’s true. The photo was real.”

“Which is a good thing, Jack,” Cass said. “Even if you don’t think so now. You have to have faith that you’ll meet her. That things will work out.”

“A mom who faked her own death.” I whirled around at him, angrier than I ever thought I’d be. “Who didn’t care enough to be in touch for six years. Who’s part of a team of killers and liars. How will that work out?”

“A mom who’s alive, when you thought she wasn’t,” Cass said softly.

I backed off, taking a deep breath. I’d seen Cass’s parents in a newspaper photo that Cass had kept in his backpack. The headline read “Mattipack Crime-Spree Couple Caught!” The mug shots showed two scowling people with bloated, angry faces.

“How do you have faith?” I asked. “Have you … have you ever tried to get in touch with your mom and dad?”

Cass nodded. “I called the prison a couple of years ago. It was weird. Mom couldn’t believe it was me. I talked a lot, but she didn’t say much. Just listened. When our time was up, I could hear that she was crying. She said ‘Love you, Cassius’—and then, click.”