one I could talk to after that. Even Nate sounded different when I talked to him.
I called his cell late Wednesday night. I didnât want to go to Nights, but I couldnât bear to be alone, either. âI just need to talk,â I told Nate.
âYou kinda woke me up,â he said.
âI donât care,â I snapped. I was in bed with the blankets pulled up over my head. But I still didnât feel safe. âYou have no idea what my life has been like,â I said.
I heard Nate yawn. âListen, Danaââ
âThank God Jamieâs dad is a lawyer,â I said. âHeâs been so wonderful. He sat in while the police questioned me. He took care of everything.â
âGreat,â Nate said sleepily. âThat was lucky.â
âI called my own dad,â I continued. âI told him I was in major trouble. Know what he said? He said he was on a big business trip and couldnât make it. Do you believe that?â
âWeird,â Nate replied.
What was with the one-word answers? Was he deliberately acting cold to me?
He couldnât believe I killed Whitneyâ could he?
I didnât care. I had to talk to someone. I had to let it all out.
âThe police were tough,â I continued, squeezing my cell against my ear. âThey think they see a pattern. So far, two girls competing for the Collingsworth Prize have been killed: Ada and Whitney. They know how desperate I am to win that prize. So . . . I have a motive. A motive for killing those two.â
âOh, wow,â Nate murmured.
âI donât think they believed me about my blackouts. About how dizzy and faint I felt. How I kinda passed out and everything went gray. Theyâre checking with my doctor back home. But it never happened to me back home!â
I took a deep breath. My heart was hammering in my chest. âSure, the prize means a lot to me,â I told Nate. âBut Iâm not a killer. And Iâll tell you one thing the police never mentioned.â
âWhatâs that?â Nate asked.
âIf someone is killing all the Collings-worth contestants, I could be next. Donât you see? I could be the next victim!â
âDonât think like that,â Nate said. âYouâll be okay.â
I was shivering under the blankets. Nate sounded so cold and insincere. I suddenly felt terrifiedâand totally alone.
âIâve got to catch some sleep,â he said, yawning.
âBye,â I said, and clicked off the phone.
I stifled a sob. Was he just tired, or was he like all the others? They all believed I killed those girls.
Was it possible?
Could I have murdered them while I was in that gray fog? Could I be guilty and have no memory of what Iâd done?
No. No way. I wouldnât let myself think that way. Not for a moment.
I dropped my cell phone to the floor. Nateâs cold, uninterested voice lingered in my ears. I sat up and shoved the blankets away.
I knew I couldnât sleep. I had to talk to someone, someone who believed in me.
Jamie.
When I came home from the police station Monday night, she threw her arms around me and hugged me. I could feel the hot tears on her cheeks.
âI know you didnât do it,â she whispered. âI know you didnât. Iâll stick by you, Dana. No matter what happens next.â
Yes, Jamie seemed to be my last remaining friend. I hoped she hadnât sneaked out to Nights. I really needed her tonight.
I climbed out of bed and straightened my nightshirt. I pushed back my hair. Then I tiptoed down the attic stairs and across the hall to Jamieâs room.
Was she in there? Her bedroom door was open just a crack. From the hall I could see flickering light inside the room.
I pushed the door open a little more. And realized I was peering into candlelight. Light and shadows danced and darted around the room.
I poked my head in. To my surprise, I saw Jamie down on her
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