by Lamar Giles


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Even in murder, the music lives on.

When rising star Paris Secord (aka DJ ParSec) is found dead on her turntables, it sends the local music scene reeling. No one is feeling that grief more than her shunned pre-fame best friend, Kya, and ParSec's chief groupie, Fuse -- two sworn enemies who happened to be the ones who discovered her body.

The police have few leads, and when the trail quickly turns cold, the authorities don't seem to be pushing too hard to investigate further. But nobody counted on Paris's deeply loyal fans, ParSec Nation, or the outrage that would drive Fuse and Kya to work together. As ParSec Nation takes to social media and the streets in their crusade for justice, Fuse and Kya start digging into Paris's past, stumbling across a deadly secret. With new info comes new motives. New suspects. And a fandom that will stop at nothing in their obsessive quest for answers, not even murder...

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781338219210
Publisher: Scholastic, Inc.
Publication date: 01/29/2019
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 323,683
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.50(d)
Lexile: 680L (what's this?)
Age Range: 12 - 17 Years

About the Author

Lamar Giles is the author of Spin; Overturned, which was a YALSA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers; Fake ID, which was an Edgar Award finalist and a YALSA Quick Pick for Reluctant Young Adult Readers; and Endangered, which was also an Edgar Award finalist, as well as the editor of the anthology Fresh Ink. Lamar is a founding member of We Need Diverse Books. He resides in Virginia with his wife.

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I DID NOT KILL Paris Secord.

“Hey, hey, Kya.” His hands raised, palms facing me, a sign of peace. His smile twitched away. He looked as frightened as I felt. “I only asked because you were moving your lips a moment ago.”

Moving my lips. I mouthed words when I got nervous. I’d probably mouthed jury; an expert lip reader might tell them I was already thinking of a way to trick the jury because I was 100 percent guilty.

His partner -- a silent, youngish white policeman who was scary in a way I was used to -- burst into the room, making me yelp. He held a box of Kleenex. Only then did my vision blur from accumulated tears that spilled over. I accepted the tissues and oh God, Paris was gone.

Staying quiet was the smart move. They hadn’t arrested me. They never read me those rights cops read criminals on TV. I didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing. I only knew that silence was always advised. How many movies had a lawyer yelling at their innocent client to keep their mouth shut? But there was the thing I needed to say. Out loud, once, and make it sound true. “I did not --"

Something crashed just outside the interrogation room. Shrieking curses followed. A general sense of panic soured the air inside the Ocean Shore Police Department’s Second Precinct.

Barker and his partner rushed from the room, joining a couple of uniformed officers trying to contain the destructive lunatic who should be in here, handcuffed. Maybe muzzled too.

I did not kill Paris Secord. Had absolutely nothing to do with her death.

Could all her so-called friends say the same?

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