“Where did it come from?” Heather glanced up. “The video web site. A lot more are popping up.” “But the footage is old. No one would recognize me.” “The guys constantly scan music videos on the computer. It’s a matter of time.” Whisper sat on Heather’s bed, bent at the waist, and placed her forehead in her hands. “I should’ve kept out of their business with the band.” Heather spun the chair to face her. “I asked you to help and you did. Have you heard them?” Whisper closed her eyes. Yeah, they were getting really good. But at what price? “Besides,” Heather said, “if they find out, they wouldn’t say a word. They’d be impressed and keep their mouths shut.” “Honey, you don’t know that. Remember how close those men came to catching us in Georgia? As much as I like those kids, we can’t take the chance. If Doug finds me, you know you’ll have to go back.” Heather immediately burst into tears. She hadn’t meant to scare her or bring back bad memories, but sometimes Heather didn’t think about consequences.
