CHAPTER FOUR
Angie had walked to the corner to look for Connie, but quickly realized the ballet academy wasn't located in a safe area. It was fine in daylight when workmen filled the warehouses and nearby industrial buildings. But this party was a nighttime affair so that the parents could also attend. At night, the large buildings seemed eerily empty.
Where, Angie wondered, was Connie?
On the opposite side of the street stood an empty church and churchyard. Where stained glass windows should be, boards were now placed. Something about it felt creepy.
That's it, she told herself. She was sick of waiting for Connie. She picked up two of the five boxes, each filled with a dozen cupcakes, and carried them toward the ballet studio. If she had to make two or even three trips, so be it.
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