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should be in a prop cannon—the same prop cannon in
which Gabby had secretly hidden it earlier in the day. The triplets’ screams of delight when they found it brought their dad running.
    “Hey!” he exclaimed. “There you are! Is everything okay? You guys were so quiet all day I got worried!”
    “We found the turtle!” Ila cried.
    “The old ninja woman wanted it, but we thwarted her!” Ali added.
    Lia held the turtle high in triumph. “Now we can save the planet from Ninja-Nana Annihilation!”
    As the girls jumped and cheered, Adam scrunched his face in thought. “Ninja-Nana Annihilation?” He paused a second, then shouted out to the director, “Reggie! Come here! I
think we need to do some rewrites!” Then he wrapped Gabby in a huge hug. “Thanks a million for today, Gabby. You’re a lifesaver. You’ll do it again?”
    “I don’t know…” Gabby sucked on her teeth like it was a tough call. “Only if the girls
really
want—”
    “YES!!!” they chorused, hurling themselves on her for a giant group hug that they only gave up when Gabby threatened to use her psychic freckles to find their ultimate tickle spots.
As the girls squealed and ran off, Romina came over to escort Gabby back to the waiting limo.
    As the car sped away, Gabby sprawled back in the seat. She giggled, imaging a
Decimator Four
filled with evil old women doing backflips while chasing secret wooden turtles. She’d
have to take her friend Satchel to see it in 3-D. The two of them loved cheesy movies, the splatterier the better. They’d been watching them together since birth. Or more precisely, since a
week after their same-day births, when their maternity-ward-roomie moms had gotten together to share labor videos. Ugh.
    The limo took Gabby to the Bonita-Dents’ private jet, where Gabby spent the flight feasting on steak and thick-cut fries. The meal was so giant, Gabby insisted Amelia, the flight
attendant, share it with her, and the two chatted happily for most of the flight. When Amelia had to prepare for landing, Gabby leaned back and hummed the solo for Friday afternoon’s concert
while she pantomimed the finger motions on an imaginary French horn. It wouldn’t be as effective as Madison’s practice session, but it was something. She got so lost in the notes that
she went from the airplane to the limo waiting to take her home in a musical daze. Only when she finished humming the solo did she look up to smile apologetically to the driver.
    “Hi, Alber—” she started.
    But her voice stuck in her throat when she realized the cold, dark eyes staring at her in the rearview mirror weren’t Albert’s at all.
    Someone else was driving the car.
    An old woman, dressed in black.
    And the woman did
not
look pleased.

G abby lunged for the door and tried to throw it open, but the lock clicked shut.
    “I wouldn’t do that,” the woman’s icy voice said. “Unwise to leap from a moving car. And you struck me as so intelligent.”
    The woman was right. Jumping from the car would be highly hazardous to Gabby’s health and her chances of getting Friday’s solo, which would be impossible to play from a hospital bed.
Still, Gabby couldn’t peel her hands off the door handle. She was frozen in place. Only her eyes moved, to stare back at the face in the rearview mirror.
    It wasn’t a coincidence this time. It couldn’t be. That face was the same one she saw reflected in the security guard’s glasses in Florida. The same one she saw in her own
neighborhood that morning.
    But how? And why?
    Gabby took a deep breath and tried to slow her thundering heart. She was stuck in this car now, at the mercy of this stalker, and she’d be much better equipped to escape if she stayed
calm. She forced a laugh and said, “Sorry about that. I guess you startled me. I thought you’d be someone else.”
    “Intriguing,” the woman said with a nod. “Because so far, Gabby Duran,
you
are
exactly
who I’d hoped you’d be. Aside from