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ISPENT THE REST of the night trying to make lists of clues to help me solve the mystery. To give you an idea of how well that went, here’s what my “Daniel” list looked like:

DANIEL

 Hot

 Likes hanging out at murder scenes at night

 Really hot

 Says he wants to be a detective

 Great abs

 Starting school right after the murder – suspicious?

 Extremely, totally, remarkably hot

And here’s another list:

SMILEY GUY

 Looked at the crime scene v. suspiciously

 Also very hot

 Where have these hot boys been hiding?

 Too smiley to be a vampire?

 Really cute smile

 Find out name…investigate further…critically important: great abs or not?

 Like, seriously cute smile

So it wasn’t exactly Nancy Drew-calibre work. Perhaps you can tell that I’d been stuck with Zach for the last six months of moving and hiding and not meeting hot new guys, so I was having some side-effects. I don’t normally obsess over abs that much. At least I don’t think I do. Then again, my experience with hot-guy abs is fairly limited so far. Presumably in, like, a century or so, I’ll be all blasé: Oh yeah, abs, whatever – been there, done that.

I checked Tex’s blog again to see what the last entry said. Scrolling back, I saw that he usually posted twice a day – once in the morning to record his breakfast and morning workout, and once in the evening to talk about what else he’d eaten, how totally kickass he was and what sports he’d watched that day. He’d posted the last entry on the morning of the day he died.