The same one, Jenny thought. The shy, warm boy on the phone and the crazy guy who'd terrorized her were the same one. And she'd never guessed. She gritted her teeth; she couldn't find the next toehold. She bit her lips and felt wildly with her foot, stretching her leg as far down as it would go.

"But it didn't work," he said. "You didn't go

away. And it's really too bad, Jenny."

Jenny found the toehold. At the same time, she heard a swift, brushing sound almost on top of her. Before she had a chance to look up, she felt a strong hand on her shoulder. With one big push, her secret admirer sent her tumbling back off the face of the rimrocks.

Something kept tickling her face. Something feathery soft and maddeningly persistent. Dog whiskers, maybe. Peaches?

Jenny reached her hand up and brushed her cheek, felt the soft something drift down her neck and into her shirt, and came fully awake. To darkness.

It took only a second to remember. She wasn't in bed, with Peaches nuzzling insistently at her to wake her up and be taken out. She was somewhere on the bluff, and part of its gritty dust was still sifting down her face.

She brushed off as much as she could, then closed her eyes again, taking stock. She was almost in a sitting position, her back up against a very hard rock. There was a sore, burning feehng along her backbone and throbbing on the side of her head. Her palms stung and one elbow ached, but the ache didn't get any worse when she moved it. She must have twisted somehow on the way down, bracing herself with her feet and hands and scraping her back along the rocks as she fell.

Fell. That was hardly the right word for it. She

opened her eyes and sat up straighter, her heart beating faster as she remembered that awfiil moment when she felt his hand push against her shoulder. Her secret admirer's hand. The one person she thought she didn't have to fear.

She'd been so stupid! Where was her mind? She let herself be seduced by a soft voice and actually followed it up here! Followed it just minutes after she'd told herself that she couldn't trust anyone, not even Sally.

Well, she was pretty sure Sally was out of the picture. But her "admirer's" identity was still a secret. Sure, she'd heard his voice, but that didn't mean a thing. He'd probably disguised it, given it a different pitch or something. There must be patterns in his speech he couldn't disguise; someone who knew him well probably wouldn't be fooled. But, as she'd told herself not too long ago, she didn't know anyone here that well. Not even David.

Jenny shifted around, but the rocks and sand underneath her started sUpping, and she did, too. It was so dark, there wasn't even a moon. What if she slipped some more, right into the air?