CHAPTER THIRTEEN

That night, news spread around the Bay like wildfire-David Young had died in hospital. Tim found Jacob in the diner and told him the news. " How did he die?" Jacob asked.

" It says in the paper, he was suffocated." Tim said, " so he didn't die from his injuries…he was killed."

Jacob glared at Tim, " And you think I did it don't you?"

" I didn't say a word," Tim shrugged.

" But you're thinking it." Jacob said, pushing his plate away. Everyone knew he and David hated each other. So it wouldn't be long for the cops to haul him down to the cop shop to question him.

Tim slid into the booth and swiped one of Jacob's chips. " So anyway, the funeral's next week. The whole school's going to have a memorial service for him."

" But why? It's not if nobody liked him."

" That doesn't matter." Tim said, " I'm not going, are you?"

" I think it's better if went...if we weren't at the memorial service, it might make us look guilty."

Tim frowned, " I hadn't thought of that."

Later that night, Jacob arrived home to find his mother on the couch. Morag wasn't around-for once.

" How was the diner?"

" Same as always. Did you hear the latest?"

" If it's about Morag-"

" It has nothing to do with her. It's about David."

" Your friend?"

" He was never my friend. He got beaten up and he died in hospital tonight."

" Oh, the poor kid. The poor kid's family…such a waste of life." Laura murmured.

Not really. Jacob wanted to say but held his tongue, " He didn't die from injuries…he was killed."

Laura stared at him in shock, " Who would want to kill a fifteen year old boy?"

" He wasn't well liked Mum…he had a lot of enemies." Jacob told her.

Laura glanced at her watch, " I might go for an early night. You'll be ok?"

" I'll just be watching TV. Good night."

The next afternoon, Jacob went to school, Laura was alone. She dialed Morag's number and they made the usual arrangements. She disappeared into her bedroom and Laura sent Morag a text message. They've been spending quite a bit of time together. She had gotten an idea that she and Morag could go away for a weekend. There was a long weekend coming up. She went to her corner desk and opened her drawer. She looked down and gasped-there was her journal. Right where she left it.

It couldn't have been here all this time. Laura thought, picking it up. I searched the whole place for it. I looked in this drawer…didn't I? She turned around and gasped, dropping her book. She was staring into a face identical to her own.

" Hello mirror image." Her twin greeted her and smiled.