Jarli only narrowly escaped death after his world-shattering app made him infamous. Now there’s a new foe afoot and Jarli is far from safe in this thrilling sequel to The Truth App . When a seemingly unoccupied plane crash lands in the middle of Kelton, Jarli’s attempts to lay low and out of Viper’s criminal crosshairs crash lands along with it. The cause of the accident is a mystery until his Truth App uncovers a dangerous secret at the crash site—a secret Viper will do anything to keep buried. Suddenly Jarli is a target again and on the run with his high school tormentor, Doug. There’s no one he can trust, not even the police—and Jarli’s starting to think Doug is hiding something, too. Constantly at odds and left with no other choice, they team up to conduct an investigation of their own. But when Doug’s past comes back to haunt them, Jarli fears that there’s little hope in getting out of this one alive. Kelton was supposed to be the perfect hiding place. But there’s no hiding from the truth. Jack Heath is the author of several books, including the Danger series, the Fero Files, the Ashley Arthur series, the Agent Six of Hearts series, the Liars series, and The Mysterious World of Cosentino series. He lives in Darwin, Australia. Chapter 1: Ground Zero Ground Zero Watch out!” Bess yelled. Jarli looked up from his chips just in time to see the plane screaming toward them. Sunlight bounced off the wings, dazzling him. The stink of jet fuel filled his nose. His eyes widened as he saw the emergency exit gaping open above the whirling engines. A blast of air hit Jarli like a hurricane, sending him staggering sideways off the footpath. The wind ripped the bag of chips from his hands. The wings cast triangular shadows, which swept across Jarli and Bess as the plane hurtled over their heads, dropping toward the street. Jarli couldn’t believe it. “They’re trying an emergency landing!” “That’s crazy,” Bess said. “They’ll hit someone’s house!” The left wingtip clipped a streetlight, smashing the top off it. A blizzard of glass rained down. The right wing hit a power pole with a deafening CLANG , knocking it flat and snapping the cables. Lights went dead in all the surrounding houses. “Get down!” Jarli cried. He and Bess hit the ground as a broken power cable whipped through the air above them, shooting sparks. Bess was shouting something, but the engines were too loud. Jarli couldn’t hear the words. When he looked back at the plane, he saw that the landing gear still hadn’t come out. With a screech, the belly of the plane hit the street, flinging aluminum splinters in all directions. The wings smashed through hedges, destroying letterboxes and sending wheelie bins flying. One wing hit a parked car, flipping it over and over like in a demolition derby. Then the plane plowed into the big two-story house at the end of the street. The building exploded into a cloud of broken bricks and shattered glass. Jarli stared in horror, his hands over his mouth. Debris rained down. Dogs were barking all over the neighborhood. The trees, which had been crowded with birds a minute ago, were empty. “Crikey,” Bess whispered. “You think anyone was in there?” “I sure hope not,” Jarli said. He couldn’t hear any screaming, but his ears were still ringing. The hull of the plane had cracked like an egg, spilling jet fuel across the road. Smoke poured from the engines. People would see the black cloud from kilometers away. Thirty seconds ago the world had seemed so normal. He and Bess had just rented Snake Man 3 from the old video store on the way home from school. Bess had insisted on walking, despite her crutches. They’d bought hot chips and had been eating them as they strolled back to Jarli’s place in the afternoon sun. Now the sky was black, and the street was strewn with rubble. It was like they had been teleported into a war zone. Jarli couldn’t just stand there. “Are you hurt?” he asked Bess. Bess had grabbed her crutches and was trying to get up. “No. You okay?” “Yeah.” He helped her to her feet. “Stay back. Call 911.” “What about you? Jarli!” Jarli was already sprinting toward the downed plane and the smashed house. Someone could be in there, bleeding to death. There was no time to lose. The closer Jarli got, the worse the smoke became. The turbines in the engines were still spinning, creating a cyclone of unbreathable hot air that baked the insides of his lungs. “Hello?” Jarli’s voice was already raspy from the smoke. “Is anyone in there?” If anyone replied, he couldn’t hear them over the noise of the engines. The plane lay inside the wreckage of the house. Jarli ran up the driveway and through the smashed front wall until he reached the wing. Broken glass crunched under his shoes. His head was just below the row of passenger windows. He was afraid of what he might see inside. But he had to look. Dread filling his stomach, he climbed onto a pile of rubble and peered t