Why hadn’t she thought of it before? She and Denise had been sitting at the same table, and they had the same color hair. The question was, why would anyone want to kidnap Denise? One idea struck Nancy right away—and it didn’t make her at all happy. It had probably looked to anyone watching as if Denise were Ned’s girlfriend. After all, Denise was the one who had received his victory hug and kiss after the game. Denise was the one sharing his menu at the restaurant—and they had looked so comfortable with each other. Nancy had already considered that if someone wanted to have a hold over the Wildcats’ star player, they might try to kidnap his girlfriend. Only the people had confused Nancy with Denise. There was something about that theory that didn’t sound quite right to Nancy, but she didn’t have time to figure it out right then. She leapt out of bed and threw her bathrobe over the oversized T-shirt that she had slept in. She had to call Denise. There would be lots of Masons in the Chicago phone book, though.
