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he has all his hair?” Rae teased. Her dad could definitely use some Rogaine, not that it would ever occur to him.
    “I mean my dad is dumb as dirt,” Yana replied, without taking her eyes off the road. “I mean he’ll throw a fit over anything. Anything. Like that there is hardened ketchup on the inside of the ketchup bottle.”
    “Wow. That-”
    “Sucks,” Yana interrupted. “Yeah, I know. But in two years I graduate, then I’m gone for good. No forwarding address.”
    Rae just nodded. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to get the message that Yana was done talking about her dad. “We need to make a right at the corner,” she reminded Yana. Yana immediately cut across two lanes of traffic, ignoring the blaring horns. Rae took a peek in the rearview mirror to see how close the car behind them had come to their bumper-and she saw a tan SUV making an equally fast lane change about half a block back. When Yana made the right, Rae kept her eyes on the rearview mirror. Her stomach turned inside out when she saw the SUV make the same turn a few seconds later.
    “Um, everything okay over there?” Yana asked. “Is there some hot guy behind us or something?”
    Rae quickly jerked her gaze from the mirror. “No,” she said. She paused. “It’s just-okay, I might be being totally paranoid, but there’s an SUV that’s kind of following us.”
    Yana laughed. “Following us?” she echoed. “Doubtful. Want me to try to lose it?” she joked.
    “No!” Rae said quickly. “I’d rather live.” And if we took off too quickly, it would be pretty obvious that we knew we
    were being followed, she added silently. Of course Yana thought Rae was imagining things-but after everything she’d been through lately, she wasn’t so convinced.
    Rae continued sneaking quick glances in the rearview mirror as Yana kept driving. The SUV stayed a few cars away from them until they were about a block away from Anthony’s school, then it made a left and disappeared. Rae let out a deep sigh.
    “So, you’re really serious, aren’t you?” Yana asked.
    Rae bit her lip. “Yeah, I am,” she admitted. “Remember I told you someone was following me and Anthony when we were looking for Jesse? I think whoever it is knows where Anthony goes to school. Maybe it was them, and they turned because they figured out where we were going.” Rae sighed again. “Or maybe the SUV wasn’t following us at all. Who knows?”
    Yana pulled into the parking lot of Anthony’s school.
    “Just to be sure, I want this friend of Anthony’s, Dan, to check out your car,” Rae said. “He’s the one who found that bug in Anthony’s mom’s Hyundai.”
    “If it will make you happy,” Yana answered as she pulled into a parking place.
    “It definitely-” Rae began. Then she grabbed Yana by the arm. “Get down!” she ordered. Yana obediently slid as far down in her seat as she could while Rae struggled into a half crouch.
    “What did you see?” Yana whispered.
    “Anthony was heading this way. I don’t want him to know we’re here,” Rae whispered back. Her neck was already cramping. A VW Bug wasn’t designed with hiding room. Silently she counted to ten. Then counted to ten again. “We should be okay now.” Rae wiped the door handle with her sleeve, pulled open the door, and half climbed, half fell out of the car.
    “Ginny, the girl I talked to on the yearbook committee, said she’d meet me outside the main doors,” Rae told Yana.
    She shut the car door with her hip, then led the way across the parking lot.
    “This isn’t exactly a Charlie’s Angels-type assignment, is it?” Yana complained. “I seriously doubt I’m going to get the chance to kick anyone in the head or even flash some cleavage.”
    “You never know the kind of danger you can find while going through old yearbooks,” Rae answered. There were two girls hanging out near the entrance. “Ginny?” Rae said to the closest one.
    “No, that would be me,” the other girl

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