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began to grin. “Wow! A car phone! I’ve always wanted to drive down the freeway and call somebody, just like one of those big executives.”
    “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” Mr. Calloway looked worried. “I’m willing to rent a phone for each of you, but calls from a cell phone are expensive.”
    Judy frowned. Mr. Calloway had a point. Most of the girls spent a lot of time on the phone. “I think we should pay for any non-emergency calls we make. Right, girls?”
    The girls looked disappointed, but they all nodded. It was only fair.
    “Okay. I’ll call Carla’s uncle first thing in the morning, and order phones for all the girls.”
    “How about us?” Andy spoke up. “We might be in dan ger, too.”
    “Okay, okay, If I can write it off as a business expense, you guys get phones, too.”
    They all walked out to the parking lot together, and Judy found herself next to Carla. “You’re really not worried about the killer, are you, Carla?” “
    “No. I’m not worried.” Carla looked very serious. “He couldn’t possibly be after me.”
    “Why not? You’re female, you work here, and you drive home alone.”
    Carla gave a bitter little laugh as she unlocked her car door and opened it. “Don’t be silly, Judy. Deana and Becky were performers, and they were very pretty.”
    “That’s true, but I still don’t see what that has to do with it.”
    “Just look at me and think about it.” Carla slid in behind the wheel. “Compare me to Deana and Becky. I don’t ex actly fit the victim profile, do I?”
    Judy was frowning as she walked to Andy’s car. What Carla had said was true. Carla wasn’t a performer, and she wasn’t pretty, although she would be much better looking if she took off those awful glasses and wore her hair loose instead of pulling it back in that old-fashioned bun.
    “Come on, Judy. Let’s go.”
    Andy opened the side door to his Blazer and Judy climbed in. She was still puzzled by Carla’s reaction. In stead of being relieved that she didn’t fit the victim profile, Carla had sounded almost sorry that the killer wouldn’t find her attractive enough to murder.

    Seven
    Judy brought up the house lights and watched as the audi ence filed out of Covers. It was Saturday night and the show had gone well, probably because they were much more relaxed. There hadn’t been any new murders, and ev eryone was beginning to think it was over . . . everyone except Mary Beth. She’d told them that she was still afraid to stay alone, and Michael had taken her home every night.
    Mary Beth had left her castanets behind the screen again. Judy picked them up and threw them in the prop box. Mary Beth was a total airhead, but Michael didn’t seem to mind. Since she lived next door, Judy knew what time Michael got home. And he hadn’t come in before three in the morn ing for the past five nights in a row!
    “Here — let me help you.” Andy rushed up as Judy started to drag the heavy prop box to the front of the stage.
    Judy stood back as Andy lifted the box and carried it easily to the locker they’d built at the side of the room. Andy enjoyed showing off his muscles for the girls, and Linda and Carla were standing at the edge of the stage, watching. “Thanks, Andy. Are you still taking that body building course?”
    “Can’t you tell?” Andy laughed as Judy opened the locker. “I never would have been able to lift this last year.”
    Judy nodded, but she didn’t say what she was thinking. Andy was trying to impress the girls, but it wasn’t going to work. Everyone liked Andy. He was a good friend, but nothing more. Poor Andy had been trying to date the girls for a whole year now, and so far no one had agreed to go out with him. Michael was the real attraction, and Andy was just a boy they worked with.
    Carla frowned as Andy set the box inside the locker. “You should wear a weight belt, Andy. You could hurt your back that way.”
    “This is nothing.” Andy grinned at her.