"You always get calls," Rachel said. "You've got to admit that's strange."

 

Her father hesitated. "We can't just leave. We've spent a lot of money."

 

"Look," Rachel said. "Daddy . . . Percy needs me. I have to deliver a message.

It's life or death."

 

"What message? What are you talking about?"

 

"I can't tell you.

 

"Then you can't go."

 

Rachel closed her eyes like she was getting up her courage. "Dad ... let me go,

and I'll make a deal with you."

 

Mr. Dare sat forward. Deals were something he understood. "I'm listening."

 

"Clarion Ladies Academy. I'll — I'll go there in the fall. I won't even

complain. But you have to get me back to New York right now."

 

He was silent for a long time. Then he opened his phone and made a call.

 

"Douglas? Prep the plane. We're leaving for New York. Yes . . . immediately."