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turned off the engine after parking on the cliff edge. For a while, before they started to kiss, they had stared out through the windshield, gazing down at the town of Shadyside spread out below.
    River Ridge, the tall rock cliff overlooking the Conononka River, was a popular parking spot for Shadyside High students. But on this frosty night Victor’s car was the only one there.
    Staring out at the star-dotted sky, Victor huddledin his down jacket and wondered if this was really happening.
    As the windshield started to fog up, she leaned over, wrapped her hands—warm hands—around his neck, pulled him to her, and started to kiss him.
    She moved her mouth against his, tiny sighs escaping her lips. Her warm hands, surprisingly strong, held him tightly, pressing his face to hers.
    The kiss lasted a long time.
    When he finally ended it, reaching up to pull her hands from the back of his neck, Victor was breathing hard. His face felt hot. His heart pounded.
    She smiled at him, a devilish smile, then lowered her forehead to the shoulder of his coat.
    â€œWe—we shouldn’t be up here,” Victor stammered.
    She giggled and brushed his hot cheek with her lips.
    â€œNo. Really,” he insisted, his voice sounding tight and shrill in the heavy air in the small car. “We—we shouldn’t. I mean—”
    Reva squeezed his hand. “It’s okay,” she whispered, her blue eyes glowing in the pale moonlight that filtered through the windshield.
    â€œBut it isn’t right,” Victor insisted, turning to face her. “Pam and I—we’re serious about each other. We—”
    Reva snickered. “You are a serious guy, aren’t you?” she said teasingly.
    â€œWhen you called me tonight, I—I didn’t know. I mean—” Victor struggled for words.
    Reva didn’t give him a chance to protest. Shereached up and pulled his head down to her again. Then she pressed her lips against his, hard, harder.
    She kissed him until she could barely breathe.
    He’s so good-looking, she thought.
    I had to call him. I couldn’t resist.
    She let her coppery hair fall over his face and kissed him again.
    Reva chuckled to herself. She wondered what her cousin Pam was doing right then. Waiting by the phone for Victor to call?
    Pam is such a loser, Reva thought scornfully.
    Victor is just too good-looking for a loser like Pam.
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    Diane gripped the steering wheel tightly in both cold hands. The heater still wasn’t working. She glared at Pres. “Will you stop cracking your knuckles?” she demanded shrilly. “I thought you said you weren’t nervous.”
    Pres gave the knuckles one more loud pop, then lowered his hands to his lap. “I’m n-not nervous. I’m a little excited. I never kidnapped anyone before, you know.”
    â€œNeither have I,” Diane replied sharply. “So stop trying to drive me crazy. First you wouldn’t stop tapping your foot. Now you’re cracking your knuckles till I’m ready to scream.”
    Pres turned his gaze to the Dalby house at the top of the sloping lawn. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Look. There goes Dalby.”
    Pres’s beat-up Plymouth was parked at the curb three houses down, the engine running. From there,Pres and Diane could see a corner of the Dalbys’ big stone house and the three-car garage beside it.
    A silver Mercedes pulled out of the drive between two tall hedges, stopped at the street, then headed to the right, away from where Pres and Diane watched.
    â€œIt’s not bright enough,” Diane complained. “I can’t really see him.”
    â€œIt’s him,” Pres said in a whisper, his eyes trained on the Mercedes until it disappeared down the tree-lined block. “There goes Mr. King-of-the-World Dalby.”
    â€œLeaving his princess all alone,” Diane said. She shifted into Drive. “Shall we