Thirty minutes earlier, a pair of blue eyes was watching the girls, observing every move they made and listening to every sound and word coming out of their mouths, through ear bug devices placed everywhere. Toby was still in his "girlfriend's" garden, well hidden behind the bushes. The colours around him were cheerful and joyful, but his heart was dark, emotionless and evil. When Alex was still talking, he sent a message to 'the big A', informing his boss what was going on. The answer was, like always, "Good, Toby". It didn't bother him that he was betraying people who cared about him. He didn't even know the meaning of caring. He never had it.
Toby had never met his employer. Back when he had to help Jenna with her disability, a car had stopped in front of him, a door had opened, and a guy had asked him to get in. Toby had hesitated at first then had got in. After it, he realized that to him, it was one of the best decisions of his life. The guy had made a deal with him: befriend the girls, stalk them and stay close to them then text a specific blocked number to debrief, in return, this will provide him his revenge on the girls. But something better had happened. He started dating one of his targets; it was the perfect cover. He would be trusted even more, closer to the girls and better informed.
Later, Toby saw on the roof of a nearby building a little spark. That's when he knew that his role was over. While he was walking away, he heard a gunshot. He blenched then walked away even faster. He briefly turned around to see Spencer, with a panicking look on her face, talking on the phone. "Ah! What would we do without 911?" he thought to himself with a smirk forming on his face.
The sirens of an ambulance closed in as Toby had disappeared. The four Liars watched as paramedics strapped an unconscious Alex to the stretcher. The police were here as well, some asking how she got her wound and who could have done it while others were fencing Spencer's house with crime scene tape.
Spencer sat on her home's porch, despaired that they were going to be on the cover of every newspaper in town, again, and not in a good way. Plus she had to deal with her parents. And her house was a crime scene. But the worst thing was that she still had her AP French homework to do.