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work of the Lake Shore Children’s Hospital. Then he introduced Marcy and the fun began.
    Marcy was bright and bubbly as she stepped up to the mike. “Okay, folks,” she said, “we’ve got lots of goodies to auction tonight.”
    Slipping through the little door that led backstage, Nancy moved quickly past Jack Cole, who was standing by the prop table. Nancy waved casually, trying to act as if she belonged there.
    Behind the table was a passageway leading to a large room with tall partitions and shelves. The area had been arranged to create individualspaces for changing, Nancy guessed. She weaved quietly around the partitions, looking for any sign of trouble.
    Off in a corner, she spotted a shelf with black leather bracelets and metal arm bands. Samantha Savage’s tough-girl look came to mind immediately. The expensive-looking red suede jacket emblazoned with SS confirmed Nancy’s guess that this was where Samantha had changed and made up.
    Nancy’s gaze fell on a typed letter, which lay on the floor right beneath the jacket. It looked as if it could have fallen out of a pocket. Nancy picked it up and glanced at it.
    Sammy, dear, try to keep your feelings about Marcy Robbins under wraps tonight. There’s a lot of money in that audience. In fact, this might be a chance to acquire some new fans. Take a bit of advice from your old friend Mort: Stop trying to get Marcy. Remember, she’s on top of the heap right now. But sooner or later she’ll have to crash. Then you can walk all over her.

Chapter

Five
    H ER HEART RACING, Nancy thought about pocketing the note but immediately decided against it. The letter was Samantha’s personal property.
    Nancy had to wonder, though. Exactly how much did Samantha hate Marcy Robbins, and what was the singer capable of doing? And who was Mort?
    Nancy had just dropped the note back on the floor where she’d found it when she heard Jack Cole’s voice behind her. “Are you lost?” he asked.
    â€œI was told the ladies’ room was back here, and I wanted to fix my makeup,” Nancy fibbed, reaching for her handbag and pulling out a tube of lipstick. She hoped he hadn’t seenher holding the letter. “But this mirror will work fine.”
    â€œNo one’s supposed to be back here but the performers and crew, you know,” Jack said suspiciously.
    â€œSo, you’re part of the crew?” Nancy asked casually.
    â€œNot really. But where Marcy goes, I go. I make sure that things run smoothly for her.”
    â€œReally? Well, I’m just leaving, anyway,” Nancy said with a quick smile. “Just let me comb my hair a minute. By the way, Susan mentioned that you knew Marcy when you were growing up. Is it true?”
    â€œYes,” Jack answered. “We both grew up in Cicero—out by the racetrack.”
    â€œMarcy’s such an interesting person,” Nancy said, taking a brush to her hair. “What was she like as a kid?”
    Jack frowned and rolled his eyes. “Less tense than she is now, that’s for sure,” he said. “We didn’t come from money, but we knew how to have fun.”
    â€œHow?” Nancy asked.
    â€œOh, we’d do all sorts of things, wild things,” he said with a little smile. “We used to sneak into the racetrack and pet the horses.”
    â€œReally? Wasn’t it locked up?” Nancy asked.
    â€œYes,” he said, “but we knew ways to get in. Near the stables were a couple of entrances totunnels that go under Cicero. We went lots of places through those tunnels. It was like our secret.”
    â€œThere,” Nancy said, putting down her brush.
    â€œYou’d better get back to the ballroom,” Jack said, retreating. “You’re missing the whole auction. Come on, I’ll show you the way.”
    They were walking toward the door leading back to the ballroom, when Marcy stomped off-stage, followed by a