can feel is the bone-deep chill of dead flesh against mine. But I persist, huffing on his thumb to try and warm him with my breath, and at last there does seem to be some perceptible difference in temperature. Before it can dissipate, I pick up the phone and press it quickly against the tip, holding my breath.
And then the display lights up, with the hot pink of the Snoop app’s home screen. And I’m inside Elliot’s phone.
I’m about to minimize Snoop and navigate to the text message app, when I stop. There is something really odd about Elliot’s Snoop app.
He is being followed by 1.2 million people. Which is not that surprising, I guess. He’s known to be one of the cofounders of the company, and his Snoop ID is public.
But the weird thing is that he’s following only two people. One of them is Topher—I remember his avatar and ID from when I followed him myself—Xtopher and a photo of him balancing a spoon on his nose, with a little tick to show he’s verified. Snooping Xtopher for 3 years, says the text beside his name. That’s not the weird part.
The weird part is that the other person he’s subscribed to is a totally anonymous user, Anon101. Anon has no picture, and when I click on the blank space where their avatar would have been, to take me through to their profile, there is nothing in their bio either. Go away, is the only line they’ve put in the “About” field, which maybe explains why they have only one follower. That’s it.
But under location, there is an entry. A string of GPS coordinates and a tiny logo saying “beta” in brackets.
This must be the update Elliot was working on before he died—the geosnooping update that he and Topher were so excited about, the one that let them locate Eva. But who is Anon101 and why is Elliot following them? Is Anon Eva? But, no, that’s ridiculous, not with one follower. And besides, I’ve snooped Eva. I can’t remember what her ID was, but I remember her avatar—a snow leopard wearing Ray-Bans.
I click back to the previous screen.
Snooping Anon101 for 2 days says the text beside their name.
Elliot followed Anon101 right before he died.
My stomach is fluttering now, and my thumb hovers above the “Geosnoop (beta)” tab at the top of the menu. I remember that notification on the home screen now—the notification that I swiped aside so carelessly. Anon101 is geoclose.
I press the Geosnoop tab.
In your area: reads the text at the top of the menu. And then, underneath, there is a list of just two people.
Littlemy
Anon101
I am Littlemy. Which means… Anon101 must be… Liz.
LIZ
Snoop ID: ANON101
Listening to: Offline
Snoopers: 0
Snoopscribers: 1
There is something wrong. Erin has not come back from her trip to the toilet. She has been gone a long time, but more than that, I can’t hear anything at all. No doors opening. No footsteps on the stairs. No sound of water flushing. Has something happened? Has she fallen asleep?
I lie there chewing my lip, trying to work out what to do. I went after her last time. I was worried when she took so long over changing her top, but now I am not sure if that was a good idea. The panic on her face when she opened the bedroom door and saw me standing there, just about to knock, made me think I had made a mistake. And now I wonder, is that when her manner changed? Maybe she is frightened of me. Perhaps she thinks I’m a stalker.
People have a habit of pulling away from me. It is something I have noticed over the years. It started with the girls at school—they would be friendly at first, and I’d try to make overtures back—and then they would start to cool, for reasons I could never put my finger on. So I would try harder. Make more effort. But the more I tried, the more they seemed to grow cold, until at last everything I did just seemed to make them hate me more.
At primary school, the other girls weren’t subtle about it. Go away, Liz, you’re so weird. I heard it again and again. As we got older, the girls in my class pretended to be kinder, but underneath they were thinking the same things, beneath their Oh, so sorry, we’re saving this seat or My mum says I can only have three girls to the sleepover, really sorry, Liz.
The girls were