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infirmary right away.”
Phoebe rubbed her forehead. Maggie hoped she didn’t end up with a big lump or a black eye.
“I’m okay . . . I just wish I knew what happened to Charlotte. I hope he doesn’t catch up to her,” Phoebe said quietly.
Maggie was thinking the same. Charlotte seemed terrified. She must have run off to hide somewhere.
“I’m going to call her. Maybe she’ll pick up for me,” Phoebe told her teacher.
“Good idea. I’ll tell security what happened. Maybe they can catch Quentin before he leaves campus.”
At the rate he was moving, Maggie would bet that boy was long gone.
“Let’s check that last studio,” Lucy suggested. She and Dana went back inside the building.
Professor Finch went back to the group of officers talking together outside the open doors. Phoebe stood with her phone pressed to her ear, waiting for Charlotte to pick up. Maggie heard her leave a message. Then she started furiously texting.
Finally, Phoebe shrugged and put her phone away. “She didn’t answer. I sent a text, too.”
“It was worth a try.” Maggie reached out and rubbed her thin shoulder.
“Maybe she’ll answer in a little while. Give her time to catch her breath,” Suzanne suggested.
Professor Finch returned. “The security guards found some students who saw a girl fitting Charlotte’s description run into their dorm. Right after the motorcycle took off. Charlotte must have snuck past him somehow.”
“That’s good news.” Maggie glanced at Phoebe, but she didn’t look encouraged.
“They’re going to alert the police in Plum Harbor. Don’t worry, someone will find Quentin,” she assured Phoebe. “Charlotte’s a smart girl. I’m sure she will find a safe place to stay for a while.”
“I hope so . . . I just wish she’d answer.” Phoebe checked her phone again. “She could stay with me tonight. Quentin doesn’t know where I live.”
Maggie wouldn’t count on that. If he was really stalkingCharlotte, he probably knew who her friends were. Even where they lived. Maggie didn’t want Phoebe to put herself in such a dangerous situation. Not that she didn’t want to help Charlotte. If she got in touch again, both girls could stay at her house, Maggie decided. But Phoebe’s idea was definitely not safe.
Phoebe was still distressed, and Maggie decided not to debate the point. Without Charlotte in sight, it wasn’t even a question.
Lucy and Dana returned. They had obviously not found Charlotte, either.
Dana put her arm around Phoebe’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Charlotte probably knows a place to hide from Quentin. I just hope she checks in with you soon to let you know she’s all right.”
Phoebe nodded, her expression bleak. “It just really stinks that she’s missing her big night. She worked so hard for this. That jerk just totally ruined it.”
Professor Finch gazed at Phoebe with sympathy. “I was thinking the same thing. It really is so unfair and unfortunate. But people are viewing and appreciating her work. If that’s any comfort. I need to get back, too. I hope you’ll all return. I don’t believe you got to see any of the exhibit.”
Maggie forced a smile and nodded. Once the professor left, Maggie turned to her friends again.
“I know you’re probably not in the mood anymore for art viewing. But maybe we should take a quick look?” When no one answered, she added, “I think Charlotte will resurface unharmed very soon. I want to be able to tell her honestly how much I liked her artwork.”
She watched her friends exchange glances. Lucy was the first to speak. “Good point. A quick look would be good manners. Then let’s get our coats and get out of here.”
“And go out to eat,” Suzanne suggested. “Chasing down psycho boyfriends really builds an appetite. I had no idea.”
The lights were on in all the studios now, and they found their way back easily. As they emerged in the gallery once more, the space was crowded and
Phoebe rubbed her forehead. Maggie hoped she didn’t end up with a big lump or a black eye.
“I’m okay . . . I just wish I knew what happened to Charlotte. I hope he doesn’t catch up to her,” Phoebe said quietly.
Maggie was thinking the same. Charlotte seemed terrified. She must have run off to hide somewhere.
“I’m going to call her. Maybe she’ll pick up for me,” Phoebe told her teacher.
“Good idea. I’ll tell security what happened. Maybe they can catch Quentin before he leaves campus.”
At the rate he was moving, Maggie would bet that boy was long gone.
“Let’s check that last studio,” Lucy suggested. She and Dana went back inside the building.
Professor Finch went back to the group of officers talking together outside the open doors. Phoebe stood with her phone pressed to her ear, waiting for Charlotte to pick up. Maggie heard her leave a message. Then she started furiously texting.
Finally, Phoebe shrugged and put her phone away. “She didn’t answer. I sent a text, too.”
“It was worth a try.” Maggie reached out and rubbed her thin shoulder.
“Maybe she’ll answer in a little while. Give her time to catch her breath,” Suzanne suggested.
Professor Finch returned. “The security guards found some students who saw a girl fitting Charlotte’s description run into their dorm. Right after the motorcycle took off. Charlotte must have snuck past him somehow.”
“That’s good news.” Maggie glanced at Phoebe, but she didn’t look encouraged.
“They’re going to alert the police in Plum Harbor. Don’t worry, someone will find Quentin,” she assured Phoebe. “Charlotte’s a smart girl. I’m sure she will find a safe place to stay for a while.”
“I hope so . . . I just wish she’d answer.” Phoebe checked her phone again. “She could stay with me tonight. Quentin doesn’t know where I live.”
Maggie wouldn’t count on that. If he was really stalkingCharlotte, he probably knew who her friends were. Even where they lived. Maggie didn’t want Phoebe to put herself in such a dangerous situation. Not that she didn’t want to help Charlotte. If she got in touch again, both girls could stay at her house, Maggie decided. But Phoebe’s idea was definitely not safe.
Phoebe was still distressed, and Maggie decided not to debate the point. Without Charlotte in sight, it wasn’t even a question.
Lucy and Dana returned. They had obviously not found Charlotte, either.
Dana put her arm around Phoebe’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Charlotte probably knows a place to hide from Quentin. I just hope she checks in with you soon to let you know she’s all right.”
Phoebe nodded, her expression bleak. “It just really stinks that she’s missing her big night. She worked so hard for this. That jerk just totally ruined it.”
Professor Finch gazed at Phoebe with sympathy. “I was thinking the same thing. It really is so unfair and unfortunate. But people are viewing and appreciating her work. If that’s any comfort. I need to get back, too. I hope you’ll all return. I don’t believe you got to see any of the exhibit.”
Maggie forced a smile and nodded. Once the professor left, Maggie turned to her friends again.
“I know you’re probably not in the mood anymore for art viewing. But maybe we should take a quick look?” When no one answered, she added, “I think Charlotte will resurface unharmed very soon. I want to be able to tell her honestly how much I liked her artwork.”
She watched her friends exchange glances. Lucy was the first to speak. “Good point. A quick look would be good manners. Then let’s get our coats and get out of here.”
“And go out to eat,” Suzanne suggested. “Chasing down psycho boyfriends really builds an appetite. I had no idea.”
The lights were on in all the studios now, and they found their way back easily. As they emerged in the gallery once more, the space was crowded and
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