Everett couldn’t log on to Discord on the computer with her out there, but he had a solution now. “I’m going to read and listen to music,” he shouted before closing his door. Although he tucked his earbuds in, he didn’t turn anything on as he slid down to sit on the floor between the window and his bed. He carefully arranged a paperback open on the floor beside him, then slipped the tablet out from under his bed and fired it up.
No message from his dad yet. Everett reached out to Josephine, but as he suspected, she wasn’t online. He started typing out a message anyway, but it seemed less alarming the more he typed. This wasn’t the man who’d rented that locker. Everett had seen the driver’s license. Probably this Alex was just doing what he said he was. Everett deleted half of his exclamation points before sending.
When he got up to open his window, Shadow was there, waiting patiently for her food. The sight of her relaxed some of the tightness in his shoulders. His mom was here, Shadow was here, and he’d be talking to his dad soon. Everything was okay.
As soon as he set the food on the windowsill, a bubble popped open on the tablet.
You there, LM?
Everett gasped and dropped back to the floor. Yes! I’m here!
How’s it going?
After glancing over his shoulder in nervous guilt, he decided to tell his dad what was going on. He probably knew all about criminals, right? Maybe he could offer advice. Today was kind of crazy, actually. I’ve been looking into these murders from like 20 years ago. Or I guess they’re technically missing women since they’ve never been found.
Wow! Sounds cool! Unfortunately today was crazy for me too. I had to move again. Things aren’t good.
The tentative smile that had spread over Everett’s mouth faded. What did that mean? Were the cops closing in?
Lips parting in shock, he typed, Are you okay???
For now but I need your help, his dad responded immediately, and Everett’s heart leapt into a wild rhythm.
He had to type and retype his response several times as he cursed his clumsy hands. Absolutely! Yes! What do you need?
Maybe I shouldn’t ask.
He was shaking his head as he wrote back. No. Go ahead. Tell me. He’d do anything if it meant his dad could keep talking to him.
Ok. I didn’t want to ask this but . . . Your mom has something of mine. It’s nothing dangerous, I swear. But if I don’t get it soon, I’ll have to turn myself in.
Everett’s eyes went so wide he felt an ache at the strain of it. What is it?
Just a notebook.
“Oh.” The word came out on a grunt, like Everett had been punched in the gut. A notebook. Something he’d left behind. Something he needed.
Are you . . . ? Everett shook the chaos from his head and tried to form a clear thought. Are you nearby?
I’m not far. You think I wouldn’t check on you, LM? I have to make sure you’re doing ok every once in a while.
His eyes flew past Shadow to the space beyond the window as if his dad might be standing right there on the patio. He was here? Somewhere close?
Have you seen me??? Everett asked, but his dad’s message arrived at the same time.
It’s brown leather.
What?
The notebook. It’s small. About 6 inches tall. Nice brown leather with some decoration. Do you think you’ve seen it around?
Everett tucked his hands into his lap. He stared at the messages, the balloons shaking and wavering past his tears. His dad was close by. He had to be if he wanted to pick something up. He was close enough to come see him.
And that was why he’d reached out. Not for Everett. Not at all. It was because he wanted something. And he needed Everett to get it for him.
LM?
No, Everett typed very slowly, I haven’t seen it.
Could you look for it for me? It’s probably in a box or in a closet or something?
Everett realized he was crying, crying quietly but hard, snot running from his nose and tears dripping down his cheeks. He wiped a sleeve across his face and tried to take a few deep breaths. He clenched his hands into fists to stop himself from lifting the tablet and smashing it against the floor, smashing it until he could break his dad’s words apart.
He wanted the notebook, and then he’d go away again. And maybe that would be better. Maybe he should disappear forever and never come back.
But how could Everett ever let him go?
CHAPTER 20
Lily glanced toward her son as he stared out the car window at the rain coming down in sheets. His temple rested on the glass, and his bent neck looked so pale in the gray light. He’d been subdued at dinner too, despite the rare treat of a twenty-minute drive for his favorite chili dogs and soft serve.