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Sawyer knew it'd probably be a waste of time to check Ace's house. He was probably off taking pictures for the newspaper. While other guys focused on sports and girls, Ace Fletcher had only one thing on his mind: getting his perfect shot. He was serious about his photography, and that seriousness sometimes made him hard to get along with. When it came down to it, though, he was a nice guy and the best friend a tomboy could ask for.

"Watch the store for me, Jas!" The tabby barely acknowledged her, opening his eyes for a second before rolling over on the counter and falling right back to sleep. The girl bolted out the door and around to the front of the store, trying to think of the best place to start looking for Ace. She didn't have to look hard; she'd just started down the drive when he nearly ran her over with his bike.

"Gah!" Sawyer stumbled back, landing square on her rear end as he barely stopped in time. She looked up at him, glaring as he laughed like an idiot. "You nut! What're you trying to do, kill me?" Another thing about Ace: he was a maniac behind the wheel of anything. The girl stood up, deciding she could criticize his driving later. "Nevermind, you know Old Man Hick?" Stupid question, everyone did. "Apparently, someone did him in. They found his body in the field up by their house. We've got to go check it out!"