Easy as One Two Three (Emma Frost) by Willow Rose Read Free Book Online Page B

nothing at all like the guy I had seen in the hospital every day since my daughter disappeared.
    He was young and quite handsome. I scrolled and saw posts by others stating they heard about the accident and how sorry they were for what had happened to him and that they hoped he would be okay. His settings were very private so I couldn't see any of his other pictures unless I became Facebook friends with him. I scrolled through his profile again and tried to go into previous posts, but couldn't do that either. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to try and log into his account. I couldn't guess his password, so I used my hacking skills that I had learned from an old boyfriend and got access to his account. It was surprisingly easy.
    I looked up from the screen and my eyes met Morten's. He was on the phone talking to someone from the police. Rebekka was right next to him. I really hoped they were getting somewhere. I didn't feel like I was.
    I scrolled his page and looked at all his posts. He wasn't one to post a lot of stuff. Mostly his posts were about his favorite soccer team—Liverpool. I looked through his pictures and saw lots of pictures from his wedding. Signe Schou was his wife's name. Why hadn't I met her in the hospital? It was always the sister and the mother who were there. I didn't understand that. On his profile, it said they were still married, so it wasn't like they had divorced. Besides, they had only been married two years. Where was she?
    I wrote her name, followed by a question mark on a piece of paper next to me, then continued through his profile. I would check her out later. Now I was looking for anything that could tell me what he was doing on the day he was hit by the car.
    The latest post he had made was the day before the accident. It simply said YNWA. It was posted on Signe Schou's wall. Apparently, she had posted the same on his the next day. I looked at it, then at Sune.
    "Do you know what YNWA means?"
    "You'll never walk alone," he answered. "It's a signature for Liverpool fans. You know, the English soccer team?"
    "I know," I said disappointed. I had hoped it meant something important. "It was Mads Schou's last post on Facebook on the day before the accident."
    Sune nodded. "So he’s a Liverpool fan, huh?"
    "Guess so. Seems to be all he posts about. That and pictures from his wedding two years ago."
    "Interesting," Sune said and returned to his screen. His fingers were dancing rapidly across the keyboard. I looked at it, impressed. I had never seen anything like it. I stared at the profile picture and suddenly felt like I was wasting my time. I should be out there in the world looking for Maya instead of going through this guy's private stuff.
    I went back to the front page and looked at it. I leaned back wondering what it was about this guy and his pictures that annoyed me.
    Then, something caught my eye. I leaned forward and clicked on "Events." Maybe twenty events showed up…birthday parties, weddings, cocktail parties and so on. But one in particular caught my eye.
    "Bingo," I said.
    Sune looked up again. Rebekka came towards me. Morten followed her.
    "You got something?" Rebekka asked.
    "Look at this. This event is dated for the day when he was hit by the car."
    Rebekka came closer, then read the invitation out loud:
    "Murder Party?"
    "That's what it says," I said.
    Rebekka continued to read: "Only for the invited. A murder will take place on April 19th 2014 at noon in the old theater in Karrebaeksminde."
    Rebekka looked at me. "What the hell is a murder party?"
    I shrugged. "Maybe it's like those murder game parties. They're often used as fundraisers. They turn off the lights and then someone is tapped on the shoulder and has to fall to the ground and then when the light is turned back on the others are supposed to guess who did it. Something like that," I said. "There’s an old novel written about it too…an old Miss Marple mystery."
    "Whatever it is, it looks like it is where Mads