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a perfect night for romance, and she had her bases covered. Her parents thought she was spending the night with a girlfriend. Since they left for work at seven in the morning, she wouldn’t have to be home until tomorrow afternoon. Twelve hours with Michael should be enough to win that contest.
    There was only one other car in the parking lot, and Becky was sure it belonged to Mr. Thomas. Who else would drive a silver Jaguar with a license plate that said YUX? She walked past the Jaguar, wondering when she’d be able to afford a luxury car, and headed toward her bright yellow Toyota. It was a hand-me-down from her mother which her parents had given her at the beginning of the summer when her mother had replaced it with a newer model.
    Becky looked into the window to make sure that no one was hiding inside before she unlocked the door. Michael had made her promise to be extra careful since she was driving alone and she’d forgotten her cell phone. She was pleased by all the extra attention she was getting from Michael. He was an absolute hunk, and she was crazy about him. Of course, she was also crazy about Bill Emmerson, and Craig Jensen, but they were sen iors at Burbank High, so she’d have plenty of time for them next year.
    Becky got into the car and locked the doors behind her. She wasn’t really worried. Deana had been killed miles from here, but it couldn’t hurt to be careful. She started her Toyota, put it into gear, and drove out of the parking lot with a tri umphant smile on her face. When she arrived at Covers and confirmed that she’d spent the night with Michael, the girls would have to declare her the winner.
    She didn’t hear the noise until she’d turned on Sepulveda and was heading up the pass. At first she hoped it was just the uneven road, but the bumping got worse with each pass ing second. A flat tire. And it was almost twelve-thirty in the morning. The houses in the pass were set back from the road, and she doubted that anyone would open their door at this hour. Why hadn’t she taken the freeway, where there were call boxes every mile for emergencies?
    Becky got out to look at the tire, and confirmed her worst suspicions. It was as flat as a pancake. She wasn’t even sure how to use the jack, but Michael was waiting at the apartment and she’d just have to figure it out.
    A horn beeped, and Becky turned to watch as a car pulled up behind her. She remembered what had happened to Deana, and she opened her car door, intending to get back in and lock all the doors. But then she recognized the car, and she gave a big sigh of relief. What luck! They could leave the car right here by the side of the road, and pick it up in the morning.
    But no. The driver was carrying a tire iron. That was even better. If they changed the tire now, she wouldn’t have to leave her car and risk getting a ticket. Becky walked around to the back of the Toyota and opened the trunk. The jack was in here someplace.
    She had the jack in her hands, and had just turned to say thanks when she saw the moon glinting off the raised tire iron. A blunt instrument. Deana had been bludgeoned to death with a blunt instrument!
    Becky panicked and adrenalin rushed through her veins. She had to get away! She started to run, but her foot slipped on a patch of loose gravel, and she fell heavily to her knees. Then she heard the tire iron whistle through the air, and before she could even raise her arms to ward off the blow, everything went black.

    Five
    J udy turned to Michael in alarm. “Are you okay?” she asked. He looked horrible, and that was quite a feat for someone who was as handsome as Michael.
    “Yeah. I guess.” Michael sighed, and shook his head. “It’s awful, isn’t it?”
    Judy just nodded. Mr. Calloway had told them the news when they’d arrived at Covers for their Monday rehearsal. Becky was dead, bludgeoned to death just like Deana.
    “Mr. Calloway wants everyone in the showroom at five o’clock sharp. Some