Liza smirked into her sandwich, noticing Thomas out of the corner of her eye, looking less than pleased with her little joke. He seemed to catch on well enough, though. She was glad he caught the slight seriousness in her jesting. They really ought to be more heavily considering what the list was exactly for. She'd been scratching her head over it for well over a week. Thomas seemed capable enough... maybe he could be the one to help her figure it out. 

“At least the cops won't have to try very hard to draw up a suspect list, she basically told them who to look for. Makes me wonder if they're even considering anyone not on the list as a possible suspect. I wouldn't, to begin with. Not until I had a reason to.”

[i]Bingo,[/i] Liza thought pensively. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again as Thomas went on-- deciding to let him finish. 

“Then again, I'm no detective. They'll find out who did it, or they won't. In the end it won't bring her back….”

Oh boy… that was a bit morbid. Had Thomas had a crush on her or something? Liza wiped the corner of her mouth with her fingernail, careful not to smear her lipstick whilst she continued listening. 

“Whatever will be, will be. Nothing we do now is going to change that, so we might as well just wait it out and hope her killer is brought to justice."

“No no no,” Liza shook her head, “That’s the problem. Don’t you see? What if the killer really[i] isn’t[/i] on that list?”

She crumpled up her empty lunch bag, “You said it yourself. Why would anyone pull a prank right before they died? Assuming she saw it coming, Sierra, in her last seconds of life, chose to write down names. [i]Our[/i] names. Who’s to say she didn’t die before she was able to finish writing her list? And, more importantly, [i]why[/i] did she write it?”

Liza paused for a moment, tossing her crumpled lunch bag into a nearby trash can before turning to face Thomas again, her expression very serious, “If the police are using Sierra’s list as a list of suspects, then that means Sierra suspected each of us when she wrote it. Now, who really has a list that long of people who might want to kill them?” Liza was silent for a moment, seeming to reflect on what she’d just said, before chuckling sheepishly, “Uh—don’t answer that… but really. I mean, think about it. 

“We were her friends… not her enemies... supposedly,” Liza couldn’t speak for the other people on the list, “She wrote her own sisters’ names on the list after all, you know? So if it wasn't a list of suspects, then what?”

She shook her head and sighed, resting her elbows on the table, “If what you said is true and the police really aren’t considering anybody not on that list I think we have a serious problem. The killer could be halfway to Tahiti by now....” 

She smiled and leaned in close, "You know... we [i]could[/i] do a little bit of snooping around on our own... see if the cops didn't miss anything."