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her gut.
    This was bad. Why would they talk?
    "She called me. I hung up just before the
police pulled in with you."
    "What did she tell you?" Sarah asked.
    "Everything."
    Her mother was being evasive for a reason.
Sarah guessed she didn't know much after all. Her mother was
fishing.
    "What's everything?" Sarah asked. She felt
her face heating up, turning red.
    "Find your notebook and we'll discuss it. I
know that Mary will be in one of your entries."
    Her mother did know more than she was
letting on. That also confirmed how much of a mistake it'd been to
talk to Mary.
    She felt lightheaded, her knees weak. There
was no way she would give the notebook up to anyone even if she had
it.
    But how was she to handle her mom? She
continued to pretend to be looking. She opened more drawers, looked
under clothes, and even lifted the top mattress to look between the
two.
    She realized the only way out of this would
have to be physical. She felt the pit in her stomach getting
heavier.
    There was another kidnap victim she could
help tonight. Nothing would stop her from being there.
    The police were useless. It had to be
Sarah.
    She had never forgiven herself for letting
Kim Wepps get taken after her kidnapping details were found in the
notebook. She remembered reading about Kim Wepps in the newspaper
the day after she hadn't helped her.
    "I'd give it to you if I could find it. I
was looking for it this morning and haven't seen it since."
    It was weak. She wondered if her mother
would know she was lying by the waver in her voice.
    "Come on Sarah, that little book is never
far from your grasp."
    Sarah crossed her arms. "Tell me what Mary
said to you."
    "She wanted to know where you were. She
asked if you were the one who saved that television woman."
    "What television woman?" She asked, acting
naive.
    "You know; that accident where the famous
Anchorwoman for NBC was hit by a truck and knocked off a bridge.
Her car landed upside down in a river. Apparently, a girl jumped in
and saved the newswoman from drowning while she was still
unconscious. Then the teenager disappeared. After I talked to Mary,
I went down to your dad's tool box and I couldn't find his
hammer."
    "Why would you look for dad's hammer?" Sarah
asked, even though she knew the answer. She felt so nervous at
being found out even though she'd done nothing wrong.
    "The news said the teenage girl broke out
the back window of the woman's car with a hammer. The police are
looking for this mysterious helper. They have some questions that
went unanswered. I told Mary that it was impossible you were
involved. But she went on about your notebook and how you saved her
from a kidnapping. Not only that, she said you called her earlier.
To tell you the truth, Mary was surprised that I had no idea what
she was talking about. That's why I have to have your notebook. I
need to see the kinds of things you write in it."
    Sarah tried to keep the conversation
flowing. The last thing she wanted was her mother detecting how
nervous she was. "That's so strange. I've never been involved in
kidnappings or anything like that."
    The shrill ring from the phone made her
jump.
    "Are you expecting a call?" Her mother
asked.
    Sarah shook her head no. She silently hoped
it wasn't Mary again.
    She followed her mother out of her bedroom
and into her father's den, her pulse racing. Her mother picked it
up on the fourth ring.
    "Hello?" She looked up at Sarah. "Yes, she's
here. Hold on, please." Putting her palm on the mouthpiece, she
whispered to Sarah, "It's someone from the Psychic Fair."
    Sarah lunged for the phone. Her mother
pulled it away.
    "How dare you? Who is this and how did this
man get our number? And why is he calling for you?"
    "I have no idea," Sarah said as she reached
for the phone again, this time snatching it from her mother's
grasp.
    "Hello."
    A man's guttural voice said, "Who I am isn't
important. All you need to know is that I saw you today at the
fair. I want to help. But before I can do that,