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breath and settled back down. No way, she thought angrily. No way I’m letting Dee in.
    Why should I talk to Dee? Danielle asked herself.
    So Dee can tell me how much she hates me for joining the band and being the lead singer? Danielle already knew Dee was her enemy. She didn’t have to hear Dee spell it out.
    â€œDanielle!” Dee whispered again. “I know you’re in there.” Her knuckles rapped on the door. “Open up, Danielle. Now!”
    Go away, Danielle silently begged. Just go away.
    After a few more raps, Dee gave up.
    Silence in the hall.
    Outside, another frightening howl cut through the still summer air.
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    Danielle tightened her grip on the steering wheel of the borrowed car and peered anxiously at the road sign up ahead. Forty more miles to Shadyside. In less than an hour she’d have a talk with Dr. Moore.
    Caroline was right—Billy had been cool about letting her take off after rehearsal. He knew one of the waiters at the club and talked him into letting Danielle borrow his car.
    Danielle shook her head. Billy was probably glad to get rid of her. She’d been rotten at rehearsal. Her timing stank and her voice sounded puny. Her fingers felt as clumsy as sausages on the guitar strings.
    â€œHey, don’t think about it,” Billy told her during a break. “A bad run-through means a good show.”
    â€œWell, in this case it means a great show!” Danielle joked. “This run-through is really the pits.”
    Of course Dee had given Danielle a hard time. “What’s your problem?” Dee demanded. “Wild night?”
    â€œNo, I crashed early,” Danielle told her. She didn’t want Dee to know she’d heard her knocking. And she decided not to mention the howls. No one else in the group had mentioned hearing them. They all looked wide awake and rested. “It’s just nerves. I’ll be fine tonight.”
    Dee glared at her, but kept quiet.
    â€œYou’ll be better than fine,” Kit told Danielle as heuntangled the cord on the guitar amp. “Your new song’s going to kill everyone!”
    Danielle felt her face flush. How could Kit be so friendly after what she’d done to him? She wished she could go back in time and erase it.
    She felt a powerful attraction to Kit. But even though he still smiled at her a lot, he probably never wanted to be alone with her again.
    Sighing, Danielle steered the car around a curve on the road. Forget about Kit for now, she told herself. Get to Dr. Moore. Get help.
    Half an hour later Danielle joined the stream of cars on Division Street in Shadyside. She passed rows of stores and three-story office buildings, then turned onto Park Drive and drove into North Hills.
    She wished she could visit her brother and her aunt. But there wasn’t time. Once she saw Dr. Moore, she had to drive straight back to Midland.
    Dr. Moore’s office was in his house, a huge gray Victorian near the river. Danielle pulled the car to a stop under the side portico and ran up the steps to the door.
    A bell announced her entrance. The receptionist wasn’t at her desk. Danielle flopped down in one of the soft beige chairs and picked up a magazine.
    Almost immediately she tossed the magazine aside and jumped up. She was too nervous to sit.
    Something’s happening to me, she thought. Something bad. I have to find out what. And why.
    â€œDanielle?” A smooth, deep voice broke into her thoughts.
    â€œDr. Moore!” Danielle stopped pacing and spun around.
    The doctor stood in the door of his office. A tall bear of a man with a fringe of graying hair around his head. Bright blue eyes beneath bushy gray brows.
    His clothes were always slightly rumpled. His glasses were always smudged.
    â€œI tried to call, but the line was busy,” Danielle explained. “I know you’ve got other patients, but you have to squeeze me in.” She tried not to sound