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of the pavilion without
being a paying customer, she would be charged with trespassing and
have a criminal record.
    She nodded her understanding. She wanted
little to do with these guys. She found a few stray hairs on her
forearm and yanked them out hard. The rush was instant. Cooling
her. Calming her.
    When they got to her house, her mother came
out to meet them. The police recited a quick rundown of what had
happened and let Sarah out of the backseat, into the custody of
her parents , as they put it.
    She could see how furious her mother was,
but Sarah ignored her and ran to her bedroom. She retrieved the
note and read the entry.
    There were two.
    The first one told her about Dolan's
involvement and what she needed to do. An understanding of what was
happening dawned on her.
    The second entry read; Tonight. 9:23pm.
Birk Street North Face. Kidnapping.
    She set about the task given to her
regarding Dolan.
    When that was done she sat on her bed, her
insides tingling with excitement. What are they going to think when
Dolan finds her note?
    This was the first time people's names were
coming through.
    Especially when it involved crimes being
committed.
    What the police could do with information
like this , she thought.
    She just hoped she could count on Mary to
come through for her.
     

Chapter 7
     
    Her mother's footsteps pounded down the
hallway. Sarah fumbled with the note she'd written about the
kidnapping. She got it tucked into her back pocket just in
time.
    Her bedroom door flew open.
    "What the hell was that all about? They
found you trespassing at the Psychic Fair? What's going on, Sarah?
You didn't even want to go yesterday. What were you doing there
today?"
    Sarah remained silent. She kept her eyes on
the carpet.
    "Sarah, I won't ask you again."
    She looked up and saw her mother in the
doorway, arms crossed, anger contorting her face.
    "I went to see Esmerelda--"
    "Why? Yesterday wasn't enough? And where
would you get the money? Don't tell me this has anything to do with
your blackouts because we all know how obsessive you can get. Just
look at your hair, or what's left of it."
    Sarah looked away. That wasn't fair. Already
the conversation was turning into insults. She didn't like
confrontations with her mother. She never won them. She always felt
her mother blamed her for something. The edge of her bed was a good
place to sit and wait for this ordeal to be over.
    "I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. Look, I
want your notebook."
    Sarah's heart sank. She didn't have it.
There's no way her mother would believe that. Her mother wanted
nothing to do with it before. What changed?
    She tried hard to keep her eyes downcast.
Her mother read too much in them.
    "I said I want your notebook and I want it
now." She marched towards the bed.
    Sarah flinched away. "I don't have it."
    "What do you mean, you don't have it? You're
lying to me."
    Sarah watched as her mother's eyes narrowed.
She leaned forward, coming to within a foot of Sarah's face. She
spoke through clenched teeth.
    "You are going to give me your notebook.
This is not open for discussion. Do you understand me?"
    Sarah nodded. She didn't want to say
anything more that might spin her mother into a tantrum. She hated
it when her mother flew off the handle and right now she wasn't
sure what she was capable of.
    "Get off that bed and get me your notebook.
I know you know where it is because it's never out of your sight
for long. If you've lost it, find it. Now!"
    Sarah did as she was told by standing and
going to her night table. She opened drawers, looked under her
pillow, opened her closet and moved clothes around.
    "What're you doing? Look for your
notebook."
    "I am. Why do you want it anyway? You never
showed interest before."
    "I talked to Mary," her mother said.
    Sarah's stomach dropped. Her right hand
reached up to the back of her neck and grabbed hair without her
thinking of it.
    She pulled. The pain was quick and intense.
Comfort warmed her heart, adrenaline filled