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to Allison and keep your eyes open.
    â€œLet me think about it,” Jennie said, unwilling to say no, yet knowing that if Allison’s stalker was as crazy as B.J. said, it could be dangerous for all of them.
    â€œWell, think away, McGrady. You guys can sit here and play guessing games all night, but I’m going to turn in.” B.J. yawned as she retrieved her bag from the end of the bed. “Where do you want us to sleep?”
    Glad for the reprieve, Jennie hopped off the bed. “Anywhere you can find an empty space.” Pointing to her window seat she added, “This is a nice spot. You can curl up on the cushions here if you want to. I do sometimes.” Jennie removed a half dozen teddy bears in assorted sizes and colors and set them on the floor. When she got to the big white fluffy rabbit dressed in a Victorian pinafore, she paused and hugged it to her chest. “You’re welcome to sleep with one if you want.”
    B.J. grinned. “Do I look like I need one?”
    Jennie shrugged, closed the blind, and set the bunny against it. “Mom says we all do from time to time.”
    B.J. shook her head. “I don’t need anything, McGrady.” Pulling her toothbrush and toothpaste from her rumpled bag, she added, “Where’s the bathroom?”
    Jennie was about to answer when the phone rang.
    When she reached for the receiver, Allison stopped her. “No…don’t answer it. It’s him. I know it.”
    â€œGive it a rest, Al.” B.J. came up behind them. “He wouldn’t call here.”
    â€œB.J.’s right,” Jennie said as she picked up on the third ring. “It’s my private number—and it’s unlisted.”
    She put the phone to her ear and said, “Hello.”
    Jennie repeated herself several times. After a long silence the phone went dead. She replaced the receiver and looked from Lisa to B.J. to Allison. “They hung up.”
    â€œIt was him. I knew it.” Allison buried her face in her hands. “He must have followed me. He could be waiting out there right this minute!”

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    â€œAllison!” Jennie gripped her shoulders. “Calm down. We’re safe here. It was probably a wrong number. Besides, Michael and Mom are downstairs.”
    Allison’s frailty gave Jennie a start. Allison needs your help, McGrady . Jennie dropped her hands and folded her arms. She did not want to help Allison. She didn’t even like Allison. Actually, that wasn’t quite true, Jennie realized. Face it, McGrady, you’re hooked and you know it.
    Allison drew away and sank back into the chair. “It’s him. I know it. He won’t talk if anyone but me answers. He must have followed me here.”
    Fear laced the edge of Jennie’s spine. “Okay, even if someone did follow you, how would he get my number?”
    â€œMaybe he knows you too,” B.J. offered. “He might be coming after you next. I saw this gruesome movie last week where this psycho stalked young girls, raped them, and cut…”
    â€œStop it!” Allison covered her mouth and closed her eyes.
    Jennie didn’t want to hear any more either. The more she got to know B.J., the more she suspected that this long lost relative was somehow involved in terrorizing Allison. If that were true, they both needed help.
    â€œLook, if it will make you feel better, I’ll take a look outside.”
    â€œAlone?” Lisa grabbed Jennie’s arm. “I…I should go with you.”
    â€œI’ll go,” B.J. said in a tone that booked no opposition. “If we do run into the stalker, I think McGrady and I stand a better chance of taking him down.”
    â€œI resent that.” Lisa, in a ready-to-fight stance, her fists balled and resting on her hips, looked up at B.J. The scene would have been laughable if the circumstances had been different.
    B.J. had a strange glimmer of excitement in her eyes, as