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  Contents

  Part One

  Chapter 1: Terror for Reva’s Guest

  Chapter 2: “Don’t Answer the Phone!”

  Chapter 3: A “Misunderstanding”

  Chapter 4: Night Terrors

  Chapter 5: More Night Terrors

  Chapter 6: A Late Visitor

  Chapter 7: Surprise!

  Chapter 8: Bad News

  Chapter 9: “Reva won’t get away with This!”

  Chapter 10: Death Threat

  Chapter 11: “Help Me—Please!”

  Chapter 12: A Broken Mannequin

  Part Two

  Chapter 13: Who Killed Traci?

  Chapter 14: “Reva Should Die Next”

  Chapter 15: Phone Calls

  Chapter 16: The Murdered

  Chapter 17: Lost in the Snow

  Chapter 18: Bad News from Dad

  Chapter 19: Another Frightening Call

  Chapter 20: A Problem at the Scarf Show

  Part Three

  Chapter 21: Where is Rory?

  Chapter 22: “Reva—Get Help!”

  Chapter 23: Reva Cannot Escape

  Chapter 24: “Kill her, Rory!”

  Chapter 25: “You Murdered Reva!”

  Chapter 26: A Bad Mistake

  Chapter 27: A Christmas Present

  About the Author

  PART ONE

  Chapter 1

  TERROR FOR REVA’S GUEST

  Reva Dalby tapped her red nails on the armrest of the cab and waited impatiently for the traffic light to change. The driver could have made it through the yellow. It was just her luck to get a cautious driver, afraid of a little ice on the road.

  The light finally changed to green. The driver eased the cab forward and headed into North Hills, the wealthy section of Shadyside where Reva lived.

  When he turned into Reva’s driveway, she let out a sigh of relief.

  Finally! After twelve weeks in that cell Smith College calls a dorm room, I’m finally home!

  My own private room, with a phone. A bathroom all to myself. No disgusting cafeteria food for almost a month. No early-morning classes. No roommate.

  Well, not exactly, Reva corrected herself, glancing at the short, brown-haired girl sitting next to her in the backseat of the cab.

  Grace Morton was her roommate at college, and Reva had invited her home for the Christmas break. But Grace would stay in one of the guest rooms, naturally. Reva would have plenty of privacy.

  “Quite a house,” the cab driver commented, pulling to a stop.

  “It’s beautiful, Reva,” Grace told her.

  “Mmm,” Reva agreed. She climbed out of the cab and gazed at the big stone house with satisfaction. A large evergreen wreath with a red bow hung from the front door, and small electric candles glowed in the windows.

  “You know what Christmas decoration would look good on that roof?” the driver asked as he hauled their luggage out of the trunk.

  “No, but I’m absolutely dying to,” Reva replied sarcastically.

  “Santa and his reindeer,” the driver told her. “One of those big displays with flashing lights, you know?”

  Reva rolled her eyes. Flashing lights were so tacky. “Thanks for the decorating tip,” she said, stuffing some bills into the driver’s outstretched hand. “Very original.”

  “Reva, you didn’t tip him!” Grace whispered as the driver climbed back into the cab, shaking his head.

  Reva laughed. “He’ll get over it.”

  She laughed again as the driver, angrily, gunned the engine and peeled away. “Maybe that’ll teach him to keep his tacky opinions to himself.”

  Grace looked shocked. “But it’s Christmas.”

  Reva shrugged. “So I’ll donate his tip to charity, okay? Come on, let’s go inside. No. Leave the bags. That’s what maids are for.”

  Eager to escape the cold December wind, Reva hurried up the steps and pushed open the front door.

  The foyer was empty.

  As Reva led Grace across the marble floor toward the stairs, a piercing shriek echoed through the quiet house. Then footsteps pounded down the stairs and a small figure leaped onto the foyer floor, landing at Grace’s feet.

  Grace gasped and shrank back.

  Reva frowned. “Michael!” she cried to her eight-year-old brother. “You scared us!”

  “I’m not Michael!” Michael bellowed. “I’m The Evil Avenger! The most powerful ninja assassin in the world!”

  His blue eyes gleaming with menace, Michael slashed at the air with his hands and went into a crouch. Slowly, he began stalking Grace.

  Grace backed away nervously.

  Before Reva could stop him, Michael spun around and kicked his foot straight up, missing Grace’s chin by an inch.

  “Michael!” Reva shrieked. She dove across the floor and grabbed his arm. “You almost kicked her in the face!”

  Michael twisted away from her, laughing. “And I could have, too!” he exclaimed, still slashing his hands through the air. “I meant to miss, dummy. If I wanted to, I would have knocked her head off!”

  Reva took a deep breath and turned to Grace. Grace watched Michael warily, her round face drained of color. “Michael, this is my roommate from college, Grace Morton. She’s going to spend the Christmas holiday with us.”

  “I’m not Michael!” Michael repeated. He whirled around and kicked his leg out again. “I’m the Avenger, get it? The Evil Avenger!” With one final kick, he raced up the stairs.

  Reva took another deep breath. “Wow. Dad wasn’t kidding, I guess.”

  “Kidding about what?” Grace sat down on the bottom step as if her legs couldn’t hold her up any longer.

  “He said Michael has been acting out these violent scenes lately,” Reva explained. “Dad thinks it’s because of my kidnapping.” She shivered, remembering the horror of last Christmas, when she thought she was going to die at the hands of kidnappers. “Anyway, he’s worried about Michael.”

  “I can see why.” Grace bit her lip and glanced around nervously. Then she jumped up and grabbed Reva’s arm.

  “What is it?” Reva asked impatiently. Was Grace going to totally fall apart, just because a little kid had scared her?

  “Someone’s at the door!” Grace cried.

  The front door opened and Reva spun around. One of the maids entered, carrying two of the girls’ duffel bags. Behind her, carrying two more bags, came a trim, handsome man with silver-flecked black hair.

  “Daddy!” Reva cried. Brushing past the maid, she ran to her father and hugged him tightly.

  “When I drove up and saw the suitcases outside, I knew my college girl was home!” Robert Dalby said. He dropped the luggage and hugged Reva back. “And you must be Grace,” he added, spotting Grace over Reva’s shoulder. “Welcome to the Dalby house.”

  Grace smiled and shook his hand. Reva kept her arm around his waist as they all walked into the living room. “Daddy, you don’t know how glad I am to be home!” She kissed his cheek, then collapsed onto one of the soft velvet couches. “I thought the first term would never end!”

  Mr. Dalby chuckled and sat in one of the easy chairs. “Are they working you pretty hard there, girls?”

  “It’s a lot harder than I expected,” Grace replied, sitting next to Reva. “Don’t you think so, Reva?”

  Reva yawned. “The
classes are mainly boring. And the girls are so tacky and immature. I’d be embarrassed to bring any of them home. Except for Grace, I mean.”

  “Maybe you should send them to Dalby’s for a makeover,” her father suggested, chuckling again. Robert Dalby was the owner of Dalby’s, an expensive, upscale department store in Shadyside and other cities around the country. “Speaking of the store,” he added to Reva. “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in working there this Christmas?”

  “No way,” Reva replied.

  “I could really use the help, and you could pick up a little extra spending money,” her father pleaded.

  “I don’t need any extra spending money,” Reva told him. She sighed and leaned her head against the back of the couch. “I couldn’t take another season of those tacky women bursting out of their stretch pants. It’s too hard not to laugh in their faces.”

  “They’re our bread and butter, honey,” Mr. Dalby pointed out.

  “Sure, but I don’t have to like them, do I?” Laughing, Reva jumped up. “Come on, Grace, I’ll show you to your room. It has a private bath, with a Jacuzzi. You’ll love it.”

  Reva planted a kiss on her father’s cheek, then took Grace upstairs to one of the guest rooms. Grace’s bags were already set neatly by the four-poster bed. “The maid must be unpacking my stuff,” Reva commented. “I’ll send her in to you after she’s finished.”

  “Don’t bother,” Grace told her. “I’d feel funny having somebody unpack my clothes for me.”

  Reva shrugged. “Suit yourself. I’ll see you in a little while for dinner.” Closing the door, she strode down the hall to her own room.

  The maid stood in front of the big, walk-in closet, putting a blue silk blouse on a padded hanger.

  “Do you need glasses? Didn’t you see the stain on the front of that?” Reva snapped. “It needs to be cleaned.”

  “Sorry, Miss,” the maid gulped. She took the blouse off the hanger and draped it over her arm. “I didn’t notice.”

  “Obviously.” Reva frowned, then went to her dresser and began to brush her hair. She smiled at her reflection. Wavy red hair, creamy white skin, and ice-blue eyes.

  The frown returned as she noticed the maid behind her, going back and forth between the closet and the bed. Honestly, couldn’t Daddy get someone with a little bit of style? This one slumped, and her hair looked like gray straw.

  “Ever hear of conditioner?” Reva muttered.

  “Excuse me?” the maid replied. “I didn’t hear you.”

  “Never mind. Just talking to myself,” Reva said.

  “If you don’t need me any more, Miss, I’ll go help with dinner,” the maid said.

  “Be my guest.” When the maid had left, Reva showered quickly. She changed into black wool pants and a burgundy satin blouse. She fluffed her hair with her fingers, then went back to Grace’s room.

  Reva rapped once with her knuckles, then opened the door.

  Grace sat on the bed, holding the telephone so tightly her knuckles were white.

  Seeing Reva, she glanced up.

  Reva gasped.

  Terror filled Grace’s brown eyes.

  “Grace, what is it?” Reva asked. “What’s wrong?”

  Grace put her hand over the mouthpiece. “It’s Rory,” she whispered in a shaky voice. “He—he knows I’m here! I’m so scared, Reva! How did he find me?”

  Chapter 2

  “DON’T ANSWER

  THE PHONE!”

  “I just don’t understand!” Grace whispered, trembling. “How did Rory know I’d be here?”

  Reva rolled her eyes. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this one out. “You must have slipped up and told him.”

  Grace shook her head. “I didn’t!” she protested hoarsely.

  “Well, then, you told one of the other girls in the dorm,” Reva said impatiently. “And she let him know.”

  “No, I didn’t say a word to any . . .” Grace suddenly took her hand off the mouthpiece of the phone. “Please, Rory!” she pleaded. “Just leave me alone. No. No, I don’t want to see you. No! Please. Don’t come here. I mean it, Rory. Don’t come here. I’ll call the police. I really will!”

  As Grace continued to plead with Rory, Reva crossed the room and sat in the floral-patterned armchair by the window. Gazing out at the snow-covered grounds, she tuned out Grace’s conversation and thought back to that day in the dorm when she had first heard about Rory Givens. . . .

  She’d been curled up on her uncomfortable bed, trying to study for a French exam, when Grace suddenly burst into the room. Grace slammed the door and leaned against it, gasping for breath.

  “Going out for the track team?” Reva asked, glancing up at Grace’s flushed face.

  “I think . . . I saw . . .” Grace swallowed, still gasping. Then she turned and began fumbling at the lock on the door.

  “The lock is broken,” Reva reminded her. “And what is the matter with you? What did you see?”

  “Not what—who,” Grace replied shakily.

  “Okay. Who.” Reva pushed her French notes aside. “Tell me,” she demanded.

  Grace took a deep breath. “I saw Rory. He was standing outside the library when I came out. At least, I think it was him. I can’t be totally sure, but I wouldn’t be surprised. This is exactly the kind of thing he would do!”

  “Whoa!” Reva held up her hand. “Start at the beginning, would you? Who’s Rory?”

  “That’s right—I haven’t told you.” Pushing herself away from the door, Grace crossed the room and sat at the foot of Reva’s bed. “Rory Givens is my boyfriend.” She shook her head. “Make that was my boyfriend.”

  “What happened?” Reva asked.

  “He’s crazy, that’s what happened!” Grace replied with a shudder. “Crazy and jealous and totally possessive! I mean, if I even looked at another guy, Rory would go ballistic.” She drew her legs up and wrapped her arms around her knees. “So I broke up with him.”

  Reva snorted. “Well, I hope so!”

  “It was awful,” Grace continued with a shudder. “Rory said he’d never let me go, and he was so furious! I thought I’d never seen him so angry. But then, a couple of weeks later, I ran into his brother Terry. Terry is totally different—quiet and kind of shy. Anyway, he gave me a ride home from the mall. After he drove off, I went up onto the porch. And Rory was waiting.”

  “Uh oh.”

  Grace nodded again. “That’s when I realized how crazy Rory really was. He looked as if he wanted to kill me, Reva! He said I had ruined his life and he’d pay me back if it was the last thing he ever did. And then, and then—he beat me up!”

  Reva gasped.

  “He threw me down on the ground and pounded me with his fists. My checks were cut. I was all bruised. “Even now I get nightmares about it.”

  Reva gritted her teeth. “If some guy did that to me, I’d have him in jail so fast he wouldn’t have time to blink.”

  “Well, my parents did have Rory arrested,” Grace went on. “But he didn’t spend any time in jail or anything. And he kept calling me. Sending me threatening notes. Sneaking up on me in school and following me home. I couldn’t wait for the summer to end so I could go to college. I thought once I got to Smith, everything would be over.”

  “Obviously everything is not over, not if you saw this creep outside the library!”

  “Well, I’m not sure it was Rory,” Grace said. “But even if it wasn’t, it’s just a matter of time. He’s called me here at Smith, too. And I got another threatening note from him last week. He said he hasn’t finished paying me back yet . . .!”

  Now, Reva gazed across the guest room at Grace, who was still on the phone, trying to convince Rory to leave her alone.

  Fat chance, Reva thought. Grace sounded weak and whiny. Not exactly the kind of attitude to scare somebody like Rory Givens off.

  Reva sighed. Why had she invited Grace home for the holiday? Holidays were supposed to be fun and relaxing. The last thin
g she wanted was trouble from somebody’s freaked-out ex-boyfriend!

  Of course, Grace had been afraid to go home. Afraid of Rory. That’s why Reva had invited her.

  Reva smiled tightly as Grace finally hung up the phone. Maybe I’ll get a Humanitarian Award for this, she thought. “So, did you tell him where to get off?” she asked.

  “I tried.” Grace’s brown eyes were huge in her pale face, and her voice shook. “He’s worse than ever, Reva! He’s still so bitter and furious. I’m so scared, I don’t know what to do!”

  Go home, Reva thought coldly.

  Now there was an idea. Maybe she could make up some kind of excuse—a ski-trip she’d forgotten about or some last-minute guests who’d take up every spare room. Or she could come down with a horrible case of the flu. Anything to get Grace and her problem out of here.

  The ski-trip, Reva decided. So sorry, Grace, but I can’t pass up a chance to go to Aspen! I know you understand.

  The phone rang, and Reva rose from the chair to answer it. Maybe she could pretend it was someone calling to remind her about the ski trip.

  Reva reached for the receiver.

  “No!” Grace slammed her hand over the telephone. “Don’t answer it!”

  “What do you mean?” Reva cried.

  “Don’t answer it!” Grace repeated, fear in her eyes. She tightened her hand over the ringing phone. “It’s Rory again! I know it is!”

  Chapter 3

  A “MISUNDERSTANDING”

  “Come on, Reva, pick up!” Pam Dalby, Reva’s cousin, sat across town in her family’s ramshackle house on Fear Street and listened to the ringing telephone. “Come on!”

  “Maybe she isn’t there,” Pam’s friend, Willow Sorenson, suggested.

  “She’s there,” Pam said grimly. “I know she got home today. Why won’t she pick up the stupid phone?”

  Willow shrugged and popped open a can of diet soda. “Doesn’t she have a servant or something that could pick up for her?” she asked.

  “No way,” Pam answered. “No one but Reva’s allowed to pick up the phone when she’s home. The servants would get their heads handed to them if they tried.”