NOWHERE TO HIDE  Winner of the Eppie Award for best Thriller NOT ALONE It was nice to be alone. As she brushed her hair, Gail launched into her favorite fantasy of buying her sister a white Ferrari. Ellen's birthday was coming up in May; she'd have the car delivered right up to her door, a big red bow tied on the antenna ... dream on, girl she told herself, grinning at her reflection in the mirror. Tiger padded into the room just then, winding his sleek, warm body around her bare ankles, purring like an old washing machine. I owe her so much, Tiger, Gail said, reaching down to stroke the cat's soft, glossy fur. If it wasn't for... Suddenly, Tiger's back arched under her hand and he hissed. Gail's heart leapt in her breast and her hand drew back as if burned. "What the...?" But Tiger, fur standing on end, had already fled the room. Gail turned in her chair just in time to see his electrified, retreating tail... Then she caught a movement from the corner of her eye. Turning, she froze at the sight of the closet door slowly opening.    "/> Nowhere To Hide