Dance Till You Die by Carolyn Keene

Freeborn’s eyes. “Thank you, Miss Drew,” he said with a grateful smile.
    After saying goodbye, Nancy and George headed for the warehouse district.
    The warehouse district, which was normally busy with trucks delivering freight and goods during the day, was almost totally deserted at night. Here and there, the girls could see hunched-over figures pushing shopping carts and the campfires of homeless people glowing in the corners of vacant lots.
    â€œWe’re getting off the beaten track, aren’t we?” George observed warily.
    Nancy clicked on her high beams to read astreet sign ahead of them. “Here we are, I think. This is where the dance is tonight,” she said, turning down the side street.
    A row of parked cars stretched along the street in front of them. Nancy pulled into an empty spot, and then she and George followed a group of young people to a nondescript, gray metal door. A guy wearing black baggies and suspenders stood by the door, taking money. “The party’s on the sixth floor,” he announced.
    Nancy and George paid their five dollars each and climbed the six flights of stairs to an upstairs loft. The loft was basically one large, open room with redbrick walls. House music was blasting from a set of oversize speakers that someone had hung from the ceiling.
    Nancy recognized some of the same faces she’d seen at the amusement park the night before. Underground parties obviously drew from a crowd of regulars. She hoped that someone would have heard of Gaetan and Charity’s whereabouts.
    The teens were dressed in their coolest outfits for a special dance competition. The crowd formed a semicircle around the couples who were competing. Nancy and George stood near the back of the crowd, applauding as the male dancerof the couple threw his partner into the air in a spectacular flying twist.
    â€œThose guys are really good,” George commented enthusiastically.
    â€œWhy don’t you grab a guy and get out there, George?” Nancy asked with a chuckle.
    George shook her head. “I’m all left feet on the dance floor,” she said ruefully.
    Getting back to the business at hand, Nancy checked around for anyone she recognized so she could ask about Charity and Gaetan. Then her heart skipped a beat. There was Gaetan, standing talking to the DJ! “George,” Nancy muttered under her breath. “Look over there, by the music console.”
    George followed Nancy’s glance. “It’s Gaetan!” she gasped. “That’s pretty amazing that he’d show up in public tonight, with the police looking for him,” she said.
    â€œI’d like you to go find a phone somewhere and call B.D.,” Nancy said. “Tell him that Gaetan’s here. I’m going to have a talk with him.”
    â€œOkay,” George replied. “It may take me a while. I didn’t see too many pay phones around here while we were driving over.”
    As soon as George left, Nancy walked toward Gaetan. He spotted her and instantly tried tomelt into the crowd. Nancy blocked his retreat by stepping around him.
    â€œNot so fast, Gaetan,” Nancy said swiftly. “You have some explaining to do.”
    A scowl crossed his face. “What are you talking about?” he snapped. “Didn’t you bother me and Charity enough yesterday?”
    â€œI came to ask you some questions about Etienne,” Nancy replied.
    â€œWhy don’t you ask him?” Gaetan replied, turning his back on her. It looked as if he was getting ready to leave.
    â€œI can’t ask Etienne, because Etienne is dead,” Nancy said evenly, waiting for his reaction.
    Gaetan froze in his tracks. Then he spun around and stared at Nancy. “What do you mean, dead?” he whispered.
    â€œEtienne was murdered—strangled. I was there today when the police found a threatening message from you on his answering machine,” Nancy