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the Internet, looking for news updates, when Dad knocked on my door and came in. The lines in his face looked deeper than usual, and his eyes were ringed.
    “How’s it going?” he asked, trying to sound jocular.
    “Not very good, but probably better than it’s going for you.”
    He plopped down wearily on the edge of my bed. “I’m sorry about all this, sweetheart. Really can’t make heads nor tails of it. But it’s good that the police are involved. Sooner or later they’ll figure out what’s going on with those girls. And then we’ll be able to get back to normal.”
    It was a relief to hear him say that. Surely someone guilty of wrongdoing wouldn’t be so welcoming of police involvement.
    “I ask a favor?” he said. “We pulled off our little masquerade, and Gabe’s bringing the Ferrari over. Someone has to drive him back home.”
    I felt my heart leap unexpectedly. “Oh, uh, sure, Dad, I can do that,” I said, as if it was the right thing for a daughter to do. But the truth was, despite everything that was going on, I couldn’t help but feel excited by the thought of being alone in a car with Gabriel.
    “Thanks, sweetheart.” Dad managed a weak smile. “And don’t worry. We’ll get through this.”
    As soon as he left my room, I started to look through my closet for something to wear. I did feel a little guilty about trying to look nice during a family crisis, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to look my best for Gabriel. I was in the bathroom doing my makeup when I heard the high-pitched whine of the Ferrari’s engine outside.
    Dad called up the stairs. “Shels? Time to go.”
    Downstairs, Gabriel was in the hall with Dad. I know it was only my imagination, but I wanted to believe that they were both captivated as I came down the steps like a movie star descending a curved marble staircase. My fantasy was brief. Thinking more about the car than about me, Gabriel turned to Dad and said, “Can’t I drive it back to my place and then Shelby can drive it home?”
    “You’ve had enough fun for one day,” Dad replied.
    Gabriel tossed him the key fob with the famous prancing black horse. A few minutes later we drove out of the driveway in my Jeep. The few journalists still hanging around outside looked up as we passed, but no one showed much interest. Meanwhile, I nervously racked my brain for something clever to say. Luckily, Gabriel had a question.
    “Does he ever let you drive it?”
    “The Ferrari? Just once.”
    “Why? Something happen?”
    “I backed it out of the driveway, and he said I didn’t come to a complete stop before I shifted into first.”
    “So you know how to drive a stick?” Gabriel sounded impressed.
    “Before the Ferrari, we had a Porsche. That’s what I learned on. Dad taught me to drive in a parking lot when I was fourteen. He thinks it’s sexy when a woman can drive a stick.” But now I wondered, had it been appropriate for Dad to say to me, his daughter, that driving a stick was sexy?
    “I’d have to agree,” Gabriel said.
    I sensed an opportunity to flirt, but given the circumstances, it felt wrong. Instead, I changed the subject. “So what do you think’s going on?”
    “Who knows? It’s crazy.”
    “In what way?”
    “In every way.”
    “Like all three missing girls getting head shots from Dad?”
    “Yeah, and …” For a second it seemed like he was going to add something more.
    “And?” I prompted him to continue.
    “And just, you know, the whole thing. The cops questioned everyone at the studio, but you could see they were more interested in your father and me because we’re guys. As if we might have had a reason to go around doing evil things to women.”
    I wanted to ask him more, but before I could, he reached over and flicked away some strands of hair that had fallen into my face.
    When his fingers brushed my cheek, I felt a shivery tingle.
    “That’s better,” he said. “Anyone ever tell you that you have a beautiful