i couldn't get to sleep after that. The raspy, whispering voice kept repeating its crude warning in my mind. I hadn't been frightened at first. Sitting in the den, staring at the phone beside me, I'd been more angry than frightened. Did someone really think they could scare me away from Jonathan by whispering stupid threats over the phone? The more I thought about it, though, the more frightened I became. The phone caller knew about the computer. He or she obviously was the one who erased my term paper disk. And did the caller also slash Kenny's bike tires that afternoon when I met Jonathan? Whoever it was knew how to reach me, knew where I lived.
" You have what?" I demanded, certain that I hadn't heard her correctly.
" You heard me," she replied, groaning. " It's a beginner's course in electrical wiring and stuff.