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“I don’t know.”
Bree came off the step. “I’m going to kill him! Doesn’t he know he’s only making things worse?”
“He’s pro
bably not thinking too clearly.”
Bree ground out her cigarette. “Because of me. Because of what I said to him.” She turned toward the woods just as Lucy had done on the day they’d met. “Toby!” she shouted. “Come back here right now! I mean it!”
Not exactly the way to lure a frightened kid home. On the other hand, Bree sounded like a million other angry mothers.
Not surprisingly, Toby didn’t appear. Finally Bree grabbed a flashlight of her own, and they separated to search the perimeter of the yard, the root cellar, and the woods around the house. They went into the neighboring orchard and shone the flashlight down the ravine. “I’m calling Mike,” Bree declared. “Toby’s over there now. He has to be.”
But he wasn’t.
“Mike hasn’t seen him,” Bree said when their brief call was over. “He’s going out to look. What am I going to tell him? That I screamed at Toby and told him to go?”
“You’re only human.”
“Maybe he’s at your house. Check over there while I wait for Mike. Please.”
Lucy couldn’t bear the idea of seeing Panda again, and if anything other than Toby’s safety had been involved, she would have refused, but she couldn’t refuse this. She followed the path she’d traveled so many times in the daylight, but at night the woods were no longer as friendly. “Toby!” she called into the silence. “Toby, it’s Lucy. Bree isn’t mad anymore.” Not true, but good enough. “I want to talk to you.”
The only response came from the rustle of night creatures and the hoot of an owl.
She emerged from the woods. It was one in the morning, and the sky had cleared. With no light pollution, the stars shone brightly overhead. Until she’d come to the island, she’d forgotten what a real star-spangled sky looked like.
The house was dark, and she prayed it would stay that way. As she moved deeper into the yard, she shined her flashlight around. Her hands were still tacky even though she’d washed them, and her clothes stuck to her skin. She even had honey in her eyebrows.
A shadow moved on the porch. A shadow too large to belong to Toby. Her heart sank. She couldn’t go through this again. Except she had no choice. She stiffened her spine and directed the beam toward the screen. “Toby’s disappeared,” she said brusquely. “Have you seen him?”
The shadow stood. “No. How long has he been gone?”
“Since around nine.” She briefly explained what had happened, glad she couldn’t see him clearly.
“Let me get my shoes on.” A few moments later, he emerged with a flashlight of his own. Its beam swept over her. “You’re a mess.”
“Really? I wasn’t aware.”
He ignored her sarcasm. “The front door’s locked. I don’t think he could have gotten in the house.”
“He has a talent for breaking and entering. Check while I look in the garage.” No way was she going in the house with him. She made her way to the garage, but as she stepped inside, she was flooded with memories of the afternoon they’d made such kinky love here. She couldn’t imagine ever being so uninhibited again.
She searched the interior of the garage, then went outside to check the area around the woodpile. The longer Toby went missing, the more anxious she became. In so many ways, Toby was her doppelgänger. She knew what it was like to be a kid who felt alone in the world, and she knew how dangerous that kind of desperation could be.
Panda emerged from the house. “It’s clear inside.”
“Maybe the boathouse.”
But that, too, proved fruitless. They split up to circle the yard and the woods nearby. Lucy had tucked her cell in her pocket, and she called Bree, but the agitation in her friend’s voice told her nothing had changed.
“What if he went to the beach?” Bree said. “Anything could have happened. The thugs who vandalized the farm stand—Maybe he ran into them. I called the police back, but they won’t do anything till morning. Why did he have to make things worse? That’s all he’s done, right from the beginning, is make things worse.”
Panda came up behind Lucy. “Ask her if his bike is still there.”
Lucy did.
“Hold on,” Bree said. “Mike’s beeping in. I’ll call you right back.”
