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hotel room rang the next morning. AJ answered it.
    It was Faith. “Parker Mackenzie is still in jail,” she told AJ. “But the police searched his apartment, and didn’t find the tape. They say Parker claims he didn’t steal it. He didn’t even know it was missing.”
    â€œHow are you feeling today?” AJ asked.
    â€œStill a little shaken up,” Faith admitted. “Hope and I are going to take it easy today. We want to look good for the video shoot tomorrow.”
    â€œGood idea,” AJ said. “Aly and I are pretty excited about tomorrow. We’ll see you in the morning.”
    AJ hung up the phone as Aly walked out of the bathroom, drying her hair with a towel.
    â€œI was thinking maybe we could try to go to the guitar factory again today,” she said. Then she noticed the serious expression on her sister’s face. “What’s up?”
    â€œParker Mackenzie didn’t steal the tape,” AJ told her. “The police searched his house.”
    Aly shrugged. “Okay. But the video is being reshot. So everything’s turned out all right in the end, hasn’t it?”
    â€œBut it’s not the end yet,” AJ pointed out. “The National Music Awards might not even air the new video. And we know that someone was trying to sabotage Faith and Hope. What if they mess with the video reshoot somehow? I’d feel better if we knew who did it, and why.”
    Aly sighed. “I guess you’re right. I’d hate to reshoot the whole video for no reason. Faith and Hope would be crushed.”
    AJ opened her notebook. “The way I see it, Sabrina and Eve are still suspects because they have a motive. Sabrina is a bigger suspect than Eve, because she might have learned how to pick locks when she filmed Cat Burglar .”
    â€œRight,” Aly agreed. “And Cadence and Calista are suspects, too, because they’ve been acting so weird. Plus, they had the opportunity to steal the tape. They just don’t have a motive, as far as we can see.”
    â€œMaybe we should split up,” AJ said. “I’m really curious about Cadence and Calista. Maybe I can talk to them, and you can talk to Sabrina.”
    â€œSounds good,” Aly said. “Now all we need to do is track down three super-mega celebrities and get private meetings with them. That should be easy.”
    â€œAh, but we have a secret weapon,” AJ reminded her. She held up her cell phone.
    Aly was confused for a minute, but then she got it. “Jim!”
    AJ dialed the number. “Jim, are you busy? Aly and I need a little favor . . .”

    Three hours later Aly sat in the back of a taxicab, driving through downtown Nashville. Jim had really come through. He’d made a call to one of HeavenSent’s personal assistants and charmed the girls’ schedule out of her. He’d learned that Sabrina had a lunch date at Rush, a trendy eatery nestled between funky shops in a strip of brick buildings. Aly noticed a sweet pair of jeans in a shop window and made a mental note to check them out on her way back.
    Hey, focus, Alyson, she scolded herself. You’ve got important work to do here. Faith and Hope are counting on you.
    She had spent the last hour figuring out what to say to Sabrina. Should she pretend their meeting was a coincidence? Should she boldly accuse her of stealing the tape, and see if she admitted it? She still wasn’t sure.
    â€œGuess I’ll have to wing it,” she muttered as the cab pulled up in front of the restaurant.
    She paid the driver and stepped out into the Nashville heat. She walked into the restaurant, a cozy place with small tables and brightly colored abstract paintings of city buses and cars on the walls. She scanned the room and saw Sabrina in the corner, facing the door. Her hair was pulled back in a scarf, and she wore dark sunglasses. She was talking to a man whose back was to Aly.
    Here goes nothing ,