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these zombies.”
    Deena glanced at the screen. Three teenage girls with pasty white skin and glassy eyes were walking around in tiny bikinis underneath some palm trees.
    â€œNow, that’s my idea of winter!” Chuck said, grinning and pointing to the screen.
    â€œHow do you know it’s winter?” Jade asked.
    â€œDoesn’t matter. The weather’s always warm in L.A. If you don’t believe it, then come with me and check it out yourself.”
    â€œYeah. Maybe. Someday,” Jade said. “But first I have to finish high school.”
    â€œGive me three good reasons why,” Chuck challenged. “In fact, give me one good reason.”
    â€œWhat are you guys talking about?” Deena asked, dropping into a green leather armchair.
    â€œOh, your crazy half brother is trying to convince me to go to L.A. with him,” Jade told her, rolling her eyes.
    â€œAnd Jade’s very close to saying yes, aren’t you?” Chuck said.
    â€œIn your dreams!” Jade replied sharply.
    â€œI’m serious,” Chuck insisted. “I can get a job, earn enough money for both of us. If you want to, you can finish school out there.”
    â€œWell, maybe someday,” Jade repeated. “It’s certainly something to think about.” Then she flashed Chuck one of her iceberg-melting smiles.
    Oh, wow! thought Deena. Can she actually be considering it?
    â€œWell, you have till the end of the week to make up your mind,” Chuck told her. “Because no matter what, I’m out of here on Friday.”
    â€œWhere are you getting the money?” asked Deena.
    For a brief flash Deena caught the uncertainty in Chuck’s eyes. But then he shrugged and grinned. “I’ll get it. No problem.”
    Deena leaned back against the couch and shut her eyes. Why did Chuck have to hate Shadyside so much?Why couldn’t he just be like other guys and go to college and be normal?
    Why did he always have to mess up?
    â€œThere’s another reason for you to come with me,” Chuck said, leaning close to Jade.
    â€œWhat’s that?”
    â€œYou’d be safer.”
    He said it so softly and so seriously that Deena opened her eyes in surprise. “What are you talking about?” she asked.
    â€œI told Chuck about the calls,” Jade said.
    â€œReally?” Deena and Jade had decided not to tell anyone.
    â€œJade says the guy talked about a wrong number, and the closet you two were hiding in,” Chuck added.
    â€œDo you think it’s Farberson?” Deena demanded, hearing the whispered voice in her mind again.
    Chuck shook his head. “No way. Farberson’s in jail, right? Maybe it’s someone Farberson knows, someone Farberson told the story to.”
    â€œOr maybe it’s someone who read the details in the newspaper,” Jade suggested.
    â€œBut it’s obviously someone who’s really sick,” Chuck continued. “Someone who could be dangerous.”
    Deena felt a little shiver. I should tell Mom and Dad, she thought.
    â€œIf you were in California,” Chuck told Jade, “you’d be safe from whoever this nut is.”
    â€œChuck, I really don’t think—” Jade started to say.But her words were cut off by the chime of the doorbell. She jumped up and hurried to answer it.
    A moment later Jade returned to the living room, holding a stack of envelopes. “Just the mailman,” she told them. She began flipping through the envelopes—and abruptly stopped.
    She pulled out a long white envelope and tore it open. After removing a folded piece of paper, she smoothed it to read it.
    A moment later Jade dropped it with a shriek.

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    â€œJ ade, what is it?” Deena cried, running to her.
    Jade didn’t answer. She stared down in horror at the piece of paper, which had fallen onto the coffee table.
    As Chuck stepped up behind her, Deena picked up the paper. She studied