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disconnecting.
    “What’s going on?” Daniel asks as we head backstage to get out backpacks.
    “Logan is on assignment and asked for backup.” My voice shakes, betraying my nerves. “I’m worried about him.”
    “Yeah, me too,” he says, grabbing his bag, “I have a bad feeling about this. I think I know why Logan was angry earlier and why he bailed.”
    “Are you going to share?” I ask when he remains silent.
    “No, not yet.” We walk out the backstage door into the parking lot. Daniel’s SUV is right in front surrounded by his bimbo groupies. “Ah, hell.”
    They flutter around him, cooing and whining. It’s enough to make me vomit.
    “Sorry, ladies, as you can see I’m busy.” Daniel shoulders past them. They don’t take the hint, and he can barely open the door wide enough to shove his backpack through.
    “God, don’t you tramps have anything better to do than bug my guy?” Raven asks, arriving on the scene with a nasty scowl on her face. She yanks the car door, opening it wider, hitting a couple of the gathered groupies. “You know, like sacrificing babies or puppies or something.”
    “He’s not your guy,” the leader says, sneering, “are you, Daniel?” She tosses her blond hair with a red, manicured hand.
    “No comment,” Daniel says as he squeezes into the front seat. “And for the record, you girls really need to find someone else to stalk. It’s getting old.”
    “It got old long ago,” Raven snaps. She hops into the backseat and slams the door, hard.
    I almost feel bad for the four girls, watching their faces fall. But really, Daniel should have said something to them before now. After getting into the passenger seat and closing the door, I toss my backpack into the backseat next to Raven. We travel in silence for a while since Daniel doesn’t turn on the stereo. I’m not used to being in a car without any music.
    “For the record, I’ve asked them to leave me alone before,” Daniel says with an exasperated groan. “It’s like the challenge makes them more rabid or something. Lately I’ve just been trying to ignore them.”
    “Sorry, Daniel. I don’t blame you,” Raven says, leaning forward. “Living next to the president of your fan club got old real quick.”
    “Hey, at least you don’t have to worry about me ever dropping by.”
    “Oh no, that’s the least of my worries.” Raven flops against the backseat. “Queen Bitch had the gall to drop by last weekend with a Daniel questionnaire. Like I’d give her any information about you.”
    “You’re kidding.” Daniel sounds dumbfounded.
    “Yeah, I wish. But no, she really did and there were twenty-five Daniel-related questions.”
    While they continue their conversation about Daniel’s annoying groupies, I text Logan.
    Hey, u ok?
    I wait for a long thirty seconds then my phone buzzes a reply.
    No.
    Just no. Nothing else. No explanation, no details, just no.
    Care to share?
    This time the reply comes faster.
    No.
    Tears burn my eyes. Logan has never been so dismissive before. Something is most definitely wrong… but what?

Chapter Four — Sorority Sisters
    Chapter Four
    Sorority Sisters

    Logan
    When I pull up to the house, I have to double check the address Mr. Kincaid texted me. The Greek letters Rho Gamma Pi are emblazoned on the front of the house in bold, blue lettering. He sent me to a sorority house. A dark voice in the back of my mind whispers that this is the perfect opportunity to get even with Kacie. Shaking my head, I silence it. That is not who I am, nor who I want to be.
    Crows settle down on the eaves, in the oak trees, and on the porch railing. It seems Kacie’s familiars don’t plan to leave me to face whatever lurks in that house alone.
    The moment I’m out of the Mustang, two attractive, brunette co-eds race from the house, making a beeline for my car. They look enough alike to be real sisters. Both have light brown hair, one falling to her waist in waves, the other as short as mine.