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and a bunch of his friends. Not only that but she had laughed and called him a sicko. Told him she didn’t go out with perverts. It was stupid of her, she knew. But she couldn’t resist insulting the guy. He was such a loser. This kidnapping caper was just the kind of thing he’d think up. But why drag Shelley and Jessie into it? Because they just happened to be there? That didn’t make sense. Then shethought of that Neilsen girl. Birgit! The one they got down on the art stockroom floor. Shelley and Jessie were in on that one. The three of them were.
    Mona felt sick, and it wasn’t because of all the booze she had drunk at Red’s. She looked over at Shelley and Jessie. They looked sick too. Maybe the same suspicion was going through their heads. That the blonde girl was the one behind it. If it really was Birgit Neilsen, what could they do? Tell the police? Mona hated the police. Tell the school principal, Mr. McCann? Forget it. Complaining to the principal would get them nowhere. Besides, how could they prove it was Birgit?
    Shelley spoke up, yelling, in a panic. “Don’t you know kidnapping is a federal offense?” She had heard that line in a dozen movies.
    There was no answer. So far, except for that whispery laugh, the kidnappers had remained silent.
    Mona wanted to throw up; she was goingto pass out. Her legs wouldn’t support her properly. The pain in her wrists was unbearable. She slumped against the tree and slid down to its base. Her aching arms were stretched behind her. She sat on the cold wet ground. Her hair was grabbed roughly from behind. She heard the sound of scissors. Her hair was being lopped off in hunks!
    Mona cried. She couldn’t bear to think of her beautiful hair being cut off. What would she tell everybody, especially her mother? She couldn’t see her two friends now. Her head was being held back and all she could see was the canopy of tree branches above. The scissors had stopped. Now she could feel her head being painted with a wide brush.
    And then her hands were free. She felt her head with her fingertips. Her fingers had very little feeling left in them. Hardly anything was left of her hair under the sticky wet paint. She wiped away her tears with the backs of her wrists. She could hear her friends sobbing.
    â€œShell!” she cried. “Jessie!”
    The kidnappers were in their van. Mona could not see the license plate number. She heard the doors slam shut and the motor start. The light and sound receded as the van drove away, and she was left in darkness. “Shell?” she cried. “Jess?”

Chapter Nine
    â€œIt was so sweet!” said Whisper, cracking a knuckle for extra emphasis.
    Monday in the band room. Peter was on the broken-spring couch beside Whisper where he could keep his eyes on Birgit. Mickey was sitting in the easy chair. Birgit was in her usual place high on the desk, smiling down on them.
    â€œAnd so easy,” said Peter with a laugh.
    â€œAnd so thrilling!” said Birgit, excited. “I haven’t done anything that wild and …
satisfying
in my whole life! I loved it! I doubt if those three pigs will show their faces for a month. It will take at least a week to get all the yellow paint off their heads.”
    Birgit turned to Mickey. “What do you say, Michael?”
    Mickey nodded. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Birgit since he’d first walked in. None of the boys had. “The hit went just the way we planned,” he said. “Stealing the van, grabbing the girls, everything,” It was the most he’d ever said to her.
    â€œBut did you enjoy it?” said Birgit.
    â€œYeah. It was okay,” Mickey admitted. He really wasn’t so sure. It was fun working with Birgit and the two boys. They were a good team. And it made him feel a part of the Grandview crowd. But there was something about the whole operation he hadn’t enjoyed. Every time he tried to figure