It’s been two years since Jaci and her friends were kidnapped by The Hand and ultimately escaped. Jaci has done her best to re-assimilate into high school society, to put that terrifying experience behind her. As a runner on the cross-country team and the almost-girlfriend of a popular football star, it seems as if her future is finally falling into place.
When a series of weird, innocuous notes begin to show up at her house and in her locker, Jaci assumes her brother is playing jokes on her. But as the notes grow more sinister, she begins to question their origin.
By the time she suspects that her previous kidnappers are involved, too much is at stake to tackle this problem on her own.
Somehow Jaci must avoid capture without involving her family or endangering her friends.
This book is the third book in the Perilous series and is frequently sold in conjunction with the other books in the series. It has high rankings and consistent sales.
Jacinta Rivera reached her silver Toyota in the gravel lot behind the gym, where she had quick access after cross-country practices. She gave the car a quick once-over, making sure no one had broken in or was lurking nearby. Even though two years had passed since the kidnapping, she still walked a fine line between caution and paranoia.
The middle-school bus was just leaving when she reached her house. She pulled over next to her eleven-year-old brother as he started up the long dirt driveway.
“Hey, Cesar. Want a ride?” she asked.
He shielded his eyes against the sun and stared up the drive. “Mas que claro.”
She unlocked the door and he climbed in, tossing his bag on the ground and throwing his feet on the dash. “How was school?” she asked. “Did you see Abby today?”
His olive skin flushed pink. The highlight of his days seemed to be spotting Abby in the lunch line or something equally romantic. “Sí. She wore her hair like this.” He made ringlets with his fingers.
“Did she say hi?” Jaci bumped the car over the gravel and stopped in front of the two-story house. The porch swing swayed in the breeze, tempting her to forgo her warm-up and sit outside instead.
“No.” He shook his head. Jaci doubted Cesar would respond even if the sixth grader who had stolen his heart said something to him.
“Well, maybe tomorrow. I have to go for a jog, okay? Will you be all right for ten minutes?”
He rolled his eyes and got out of the car. “I’m eleven, not six.”
“Heavens, I keep forgetting.” She followed him up the porch steps and into the multi-level brick house. They separated at the entryway, Cesar heading downstairs and Jaci up to her room.
She changed quickly. It had to be nearly four.
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