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Leslie frowned. “The same Spillman who was killed in the boating accident?”
    Raven nodded. “That’s the one.”
    “Eeww! He was buried over a week ago. I heard someone say they kept the coffin closed during the whole funeral.” Ari wrinkled her nose. “If the body was bad then, it had to be worse after a whole week.”
    “Believe me, it was,” said Raven with a little shudder. “Imagine the worse and then multiply it by a thousand and you still won’t come close.” She knew she was going to have nightmares about this for a long time.
    “And you were trying to push zombie stories on me?” asked Bree. She raised an eyebrow at Ari. “That’s so not cool.”
    “That’s different,” said Ari. She pretended to study her fingernails.
    “How is that different? Zombies are zombies. They’re dead and smelly. Their body parts fall off too.” Bree rolled her eyes. “A romance novel with a zombie as the hero. That’s just gross!”
    “Would you two give it a rest and focus? We’re not dealing with a book. The zombie problem is real. Raven was attacked by one.” Leslie put the car in gear and pulled onto the street. “Any idea why it attacked you?” she asked Raven.
    Raven shook her head. “Not a clue. But it was definitely after me. It kept calling my name in this really weird raspy voice. It’s not something I want to do again. I don’t even want to go see that zombie apocalypse movie you were talking about the other day.” She shook her head. “No, thank you.”
    “Did you know Jerry Spillman?” asked Leslie.
    “No. All I know about him is what I read in online. Why would anyone play with a jet ski in the middle of winter?” Raven looked out the window. “It doesn’t sound like a smart thing to do.”
    “He wasn’t the brightest light bulb in the house. I mean, you’re right. Who goes out on Pinewood Lake in winter?” Ari shook her head.
    “It’s not like you can wear a swim suit. You have to have a wet suit or something.” Bree rolled her eyes. “I’ll just wait until summer to go swimming or boating. Thank you very much.”
    “Would you two focus? I swear you two are becoming more airheaded by the minute.” Leslie shook her head. “Neither of you see the bigger problem.”
    “Raven ditched us and was attacked by a zombie,” said Ari. “Not a fake Hollywood one or one from a romance novel, but a very real one that looked like a week old corpse and smelled even worse.”
    “And it happened w hile she was walking in the cemetery. Which by the way is not a smart thing to do,” said Bree. “Night. Day. Walking in a cemetery is never a smart thing to do by yourself.”
    “And we don’t know why the zombie attacked her or even how the body came back to life. All we do know is that it was Jerry Spillman, not someone Raven knew or in any way associated with while he was alive.” Ari wrinkled her nose.
    “Was it a random attack? You know. Raven just happened to be the one walking by when it crawled out of its grave.” Bree glanced at Ari who was shaking her head. “We don’t think so. We think someone is after her . Someone is behind the attack, pulling the strings, so to speak. But who?”
    “Did we leave anything out?” asked Ari. She turned and high-fived Bree.
    Leslie just shook her head and sighed.
    “You’re right about one thing. It wasn’t random.” Raven looked at the palms of her hands. The knife wounds were closed, but angry-looking red lines went across both hands. “It definitely wasn’t random. It called my name and tried stabbing me with a knife.”
    “Not one of the, ‘eat your brains’ types?” asked Ari.
    “She just told you it was a knife wielding zombie, not one of the Hollywood ‘eat your brains’ or face varieties.” Bree said to Ari. She turned to Leslie and stuck out her tongue. “See we get the bigger problem. You need to loosen up and have fun.”
    “No, we need to worry about what’s going on, and figure out how we can stop it before