Most Likely To Die. Lisa Jackson

      SOMEONE’S WATCHING

      Kristen switched on the ignition and the radio came on…but she hadn’t been listening to it on the way over to the school. She glanced down at the illuminated dash and realized it wasn’t the radio at all, but a cassette, stuffed into its slot in the dash.

      A shudder slid down her spine and she glanced through the fogging windshield where the wipers were already moving, scraping a pink piece of paper back and forth.

      Glancing around, she opened the window and snagged the soggy piece of paper from the glass. The letters on the pink page were faded, the paper nearly torn to shreds, but she recognized it for what it was…the photograph of her and Jake taken at the Valentine’s dance two decades earlier. A picture she’d hidden far away in a school scrapbook that she hadn’t looked at in years. Her stomach knotted as she stared at their faces, smiling, carefree, innocently unaware of what the horrid night would bring. Worse yet, scrawled across their smiles was a jagged red slash, the color of blood.

      Kristen nearly screamed.

      But she didn’t have to.

      Because as the music on the tape faded and the sounds of the dance so long ago disappeared into the night, there was a second of silence, a click, and then the tape issued a scream of pure, unadulterated terror…

      Books by Lisa Jackson

      Stand-Alones

      SEE HOW SHE DIES

      FINAL SCREAM

      RUNNING SCARED

      WHISPERS

      TWICE KISSED

      UNSPOKEN

      DEEP FREEZE

      FATAL BURN

      MOST LIKELY TO DIE

      WICKED GAME

      WICKED LIES

      SOMETHING WICKED

      WICKED WAYS

      SINISTER

      WITHOUT MERCY

      YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW

      CLOSE TO HOME

      AFTER SHE’S GONE

      REVENGE

      Anthony Paterno/Cahill

      Family Novels

      IF SHE ONLY KNEW

      ALMOST DEAD

      Rick Bentz/Reuben Montoya

      Novels

      HOT BLOODED

      COLD BLOODED

      SHIVER

      ABSOLUTE FEAR

      LOST SOULS

      MALICE

      DEVIOUS

      NEVER DIE ALONE

      Pierce Reed/Nikki Gillette

      Novels

      THE NIGHT BEFORE

      THE MORNING AFTER

      TELL ME

      Selena Alvarez/Regan Pescoli

      Novels

      LEFT TO DIE

      CHOSEN TO DIE

      BORN TO DIE

      AFRAID TO DIE

      READY TO DIE

      DESERVES TO DIE

      Books by Beverly Barton

      AFTER DARK

      EVERY MOVE SHE MAKES

      WHAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW

      THE FIFTH VICTIM

      THE LAST TO DIE

      AS GOOD AS DEAD

      KILLING HER SOFTLY

      CLOSE ENOUGH TO KILL

      THE DYING GAME

      Published by Kensington Publishing Corporation

      LISA JACKSON

      MOST LIKELY TO DIE

      WENDY CORSI STAUB

      BEVERLY BARTON

      ZEBRA BOOKS

      KENSINGTON PUBLISHING CORP.

       http://www.kensingtonbooks.com

      Contents

      Part One

      KRISTEN by Lisa Jackson

      Prologue

      Chapter 1

      Chapter 2

      Chapter 3

      Chapter 4

      Chapter 5

      Chapter 6

      Chapter 7

      Chapter 8

      Chapter 9

      Chapter 10

      Chapter 11

      Chapter 12

      Chapter 13

      Part Two

      LINDSAY by Wendy Corsi Staub

      Chapter 14

      Chapter 15

      Chapter 16

      Chapter 17

      Chapter 18

      Chapter 19

      Chapter 20

      Chapter 21

      Chapter 22

      Part Three

      RACHEL by Beverly Barton

      Chapter 23

      Chapter 24

      Chapter 25

      Chapter 26

      Chapter 27

      Chapter 28

      Chapter 29

      Chapter 30

      Chapter 31

      Chapter 32

      Chapter 33

      Epilogue

Part One

      Prologue

      St. Valentine’s Day Dance 1986

       St. Elizabeth’s High School

       Portland, Oregon

      What the hell does she want from me?

      Jake Marcott hated to think what her plans might be. Standing in the near-freezing night air, he braced himself for whatever demands she was certain to make.

      Bitch!

      He didn’t know whether he loved her or hated her.

      Probably both.

      He lit a cigarette with shaky fingers, a residual effect from the car accident that had left his best friend dead and nearly taken his own life.

      Ian.

      God, he missed that crazy son of a bitch. Things would have turned out so differently if Ian hadn’t been thrown through the windshield. If his goddamned neck hadn’t been broken. Shit! The crash and spray of glass, the screech of tires, the groan of metal twisting and splitting still echoed through Jake’s brain. Ian’s face, freckled from too much sun, floated into Jake’s