Pretty Little Liars #14 by Sara Shepard Page A

the house, her heart pounding.
    â€œHello?” a voice called back.
    There were footsteps, and Officer Gates stepped into the living room, navigating around the four couch cushions that lay on the floor and the tipped-over furniture. He blinked at Spencer. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œI’m supposed to clean up,” Spencer answered. “What are you doing here?”
    â€œDusting for prints.” Gates held up his palms; he was wearing plastic gloves. “The forensic team just left. I’m heading out, too.”
    Spencer’s heart lifted. Fuji was taking her seriously. Gates was searching for Ali.
    â€œDid you find anything?” she asked eagerly.
    Gates ran his hand over his bristly red hair. “A few prints here and there, but nothing conclusive.” His cell phone bleated out a calypso ringtone, and he held up a finger to Spencer. “Hello?” he said into the speaker. After a moment, he added, “I’m on my way.”
    He turned back to Spencer. “Family emergency, sorry. I bagged a couple of things as evidence, but I’m not sure it’s going to give us much.” He cast an uncertain look at Chase. “Anyway, we’re done here. You can start cleaning up the place.” He nodded at Spencer and strode out of the house.
    Spencer shut the door behind him, leaned against the wall, and heaved a huge sigh. “Well, that’s disappointing.” She looked around the room. Though she’d come and gone from this place several times while the girls were investigating Ali, it looked so different now. Desk drawers hung open, and there were crayon slashes all over the walls. There was a big crack in the glass on the grandfather clock. A ceiling light had been pulled out of the plaster, the wires dangling. “How is it that there’s no trace of Ali anywhere ?”
    Chase poked his head into the kitchen, which had broken glass on the floors and trash strewn everywhere. It smelled like rotten milk. “Ali’s wickedly smart. I’m sure she thought everything through before trashing this place.” He cleared his throat. “That cop was looking at me as though he thought I did it.”
    â€œNo, he just didn’t want to say anything about Ali,” Spencer assured him, picking up a flattened Coke can and dropping it into the trash. “They don’t want us to tell anyone else.” She paused, peering at him. “ Are you okay with knowing? It could be dangerous.”
    Chase shrugged. “It’s not like you told me anything I didn’t already know. I’ll be fine.”
    Spencer turned back toward the door to get the cleaning supplies from the car. “I guess we should get this over with, huh?”
    â€œWait a sec,” Chase called from the kitchen. “C’mere.”
    He was standing in the middle of the kitchen, gesturing at the ceramic tile floor. Nestled between broken pieces of plates and glass was something shiny.
    Spencer knelt to pick it up and frowned, holding it up to the light. It was a silver keychain, minus the key. An Acura emblem was etched into the metal. “I can’t believe Gates missed this,” she murmured. “Do you think it’s Ali’s?”
    â€œMaybe,” Chase said. “Or maybe it’s her helper’s.”
    Spencer pulled out her phone. Her finger hesitated on Fuji’s number, but she dialed Hanna instead.
    â€œDo we know anyone who drives an Acura?” she asked when Hanna answered.
    Hanna didn’t miss a beat. “Scott Chin. Mason Byers. My mom’s divorce lawyer. One of my neighbors. That lady who—”
    â€œWhoa,” Spencer interrupted. “I didn’t realize you knew every Acura driver in Rosewood.”
    â€œThey’re nice cars,” Hanna answered matter-of-factly. “Why do you want to know?”
    Spencer explained what she’d just found. “Could her helper be one of those