Mark Ranger.
Detestable cheating jerk Mark Ranger, he who deserved to have all four of his tires slashed.
But sitting at the table next to him was not Samantha, not his wife, not the woman who had helped break Cash’s heart and sent her running across the country to heal.
It was a girl Keelie had never seen before—a suspiciously young girl.
Like, possibly even a high school girl.
A girl who seemed pretty happy to have Mark’s hand on her thigh.
And sure, Mark was the hottest guy in town, if you ignored the fact that he was a cheating sleazebag. But someone who wasn’t from Arcadia Falls might not know that, might actually fall for those baby blue eyes with no one to tell her the truth, and—
Wait.
Wait.
Keelie could use this.
With a few clicks of her new phone, she had several pictures of the burger joint tryst, including the girl feeding Mark a handful of fries like an absolute goober. Of course, she could show these pictures to Sam and know that her sister was avenged, but…well, for a seemingly sweet and silly goose, Keelie held quite a grudge against this man. Just blowing up his marriage wasn’t good enough. Several of Cash’s old friends had known about Mark and Sam and had kept the secret from Cash, and now all of Arcadia Falls had accepted their marriage; hell, most folks had attended the ceremony and had gifted them the same toaster. Keelie wanted the whole damn town to know, once and for all, that Mark was a cheater and Sam wasn’t much better.
As she drove back home, she formulated her plan. It was the perfect moment to discover Mark with his hot young thing. Saturday night was always the busiest time of the week at MacGillicuddy’s, especially since Farrah had hired a guy from Scorpion Hollow to run bar trivia at five. That meant that the restaurant would be packed. Keelie just had to run a few errands, send a few texts, and put on her acting face, as her tenth-grade drama teacher had called it.
The first thing she did was go to the Biscuit Barn, where Sam worked. Keelie hated Sam and Sam knew it, but everybody in town loved those biscuits. As she walked in the door, she homed in on Sam behind the counter and put on her friendliest smile.
“Six biscuits, please,” she said when it was her turn.
Sam gave her a dead-eyed glare. She’d been one of the prettiest girls in high school and Keelie had thought of her like a second big sister, but Sam now looked older than her years, with grown-out highlights and bags under her eyes.
“That’ll be ten,” Sam said. It was the bare minimum, but it was enough.
Keelie had been playing with her newfound magical abilities, and she just needed to hear something once to mimic it. Three words from Sam, and now it was like she’d trapped Sam’s voice in a jelly jar and could open it right back up anytime she liked.
Plus, now she had biscuits.
Next, she took the biscuits to work, where Farrah was overseeing the lunch shift. Farrah took a biscuit from the box with a warm smile.
“You trying to butter me up?” she asked, but not like she minded.
“I wanted to ask the trivia guy a question,” Keelie said. “Can you give me his number?”
Farrah stared at her for a long moment, the sort of stare that said,You’re up to something, but I reckon I trust you. She wrote out a number on a sticky note and handed it over. “Remember: be like Superman,” she said. “Use your powers for good.”
“Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Keelie slid the biscuit box fully across the table. “And there’s honey butter in there, too.”
Now this next part? Keelie wasn’t looking forward to it, but it had to be done, and at least it would be quick. She did an online search for Mark’s lawn-care business, On Your Mark Yards, and called his number.
“On Your Mark, this is Mark,” he said.
In the background, Keelie could hear the girl’s laughter.
She hung up and blocked his number. She didn’t need to say anything.
He’d already given her everything she needed.
Back home, she found Cash drinking coffee at the kitchen table with Peach Pit curled up at her feet. Cash looked up with a light in her eyes that Keelie had missed for years. “You still need to talk?”
Keelie sat down and chose her words carefully. “Did Mom ever say anything about the falls?” she asked.
