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Susan Brooks gripped the wheel tighter as she peered down the darkened stretch of unfamiliar New England highway, alert for the turnoff the GPS said was coming up. The digital clock on the dash of the Mercedes showed 1:00 AM. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been up, let alone on the road, this late at night nor could she remember the last time she'd been this anxious. Why do these things always seem to happen when Bill's out of town on business?

She'd just been dropping off into a sound sleep when the frantic call had come from Shelly. Her car had been stolen; she and her friends Katie and Jill were at the hospital in Mayfield. The cell phone kept dropping out making it maddeningly hard to get the full story. Shelly had stressed that they were okay, but they needed her to come pick them up. She only hoped she'd understood the address correctly.

Mayfield, she thought, shaking her head. What on earth are they doing in Mayfield? When the girls had departed for the evening, she'd understood their plan was to attend a concert in Cedar Springs. Mayfield was twenty miles further down the road. The town was best known for a small university, more famous for its hard partying student body than for any academic merits. She'd heard a news report on the radio about some girls who were drugged at an illegal party, a Rave the announcer had called it, in some warehouse there. Surely they couldn't have been mixed up in that.

The GPS prompted two more turns in short order and she saw the hospital. Her heart skipped a beat as she noted the numerous police and emergency vehicles in front, many with their lights still flashing. There seemed to be a mob of people at the door. She even saw a local TV news crew setting up for a broadcast.

Dear lord, she thought as she parked the car, what's happening here? She practically ran to the emergency entrance. The scene was even more frantic inside. There were a number of college aged kids milling about, frantic parents rushing around searching for their own children, uniformed police trying to keep order.

"Mom, over here." She heard Shelly's familiar voice call. She turned and saw all three girls standing by the wall. She rushed over and grabbed Shelly, holding her daughter tightly to her chest. "Shelly, are you all right?"

"I'm fine, Mom," she said. Susan Brooks released Shelly and turned to Katie and Jill taking each girl in an arm and holding them to her. "Are you girls okay?" she asked.

"We're all fine, Mrs. B," Katie assured her.

Her worst fears finally subsiding, she stood back and gave them all a good looking over. She found herself somewhat taken aback at the black leather miniskirt and tight red halter top on Shelly. The others were dressed in similar racy fashion. The petite, red headed Jill was encased in a tight little black dress and the taller, more buxom, blond Katie was sporting skin tight jeans and a cropped tee shirt.