Jessica, Elizabeth, and all their friends at SVU have been cordially invited . . . to the ultimate blow-out.
An end-of-the-millennium blast.
The party to end all parties.
It's bound to be the wildest night of their lives. The kind of night when anything - make that everything- could happen.
But not everyone is going to live to ring in the new year . . .
Lila heard the buzzing sound. It took almost a second for her to realize it was her cell phone. She knew it was Bruce, could almost hear it in the sound of the ring. And right now he was the one and only person she wanted to talk to.
"Hello?"
"Lila," the female crank caller shrieked."It's me. Are you having fun at your party?" the voice sneered before abruptly hanging up.
"No," Lila whispered to the dial tone, "I'm not."
Slowly Lila closed the receiver and sank back agasint the wall. Another crank call.
But this time Lila didn't find it just a silly nuisance. This time, sitting in the darkness as thick as black velvet with nervous, scuffling guests trying to see their way past each other, Lila felt things had gone beyond a joke.
And something told her this was just the beginning . . .