Hey, LM. Find anything?
Everett set his jaw and curved over the keyboard. Maybe. You need the notebook for money, right?
He held his breath, waiting for a return message, but his dad took so long to respond that Everett had no choice but to draw another deep breath, and then another.
The message finally arrived. I guess you’re old enough for honesty. Yeah. I’m struggling & that’s my last back-up plan. I need those codes.
Everett’s fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long time. He didn’t want to ask. He didn’t want to know. But if his dad was going to disappear again, why shouldn’t he? He typed it out and hit SEND.
Is that the only reason you came back?
He couldn’t cry here. He couldn’t, but his face burned as he waited for the response. Finally, it came.
Don’t think I don’t love you, LM. I always have. And I wanted to get in touch. I tried. Did you get my cards?
Everett blinked. Cards? I got your birthday card when I turned 7.
Yeah. Yeah, ok. I fucked up. I dropped off the face of the earth for a long time and then . . . Well, that was my fault. But now we can talk whenever you want.
You promise?
I promise. I can’t stay nearby. It’s too dangerous. But I can be online when it’s safe. I can find you again here, right? Whenever we want?
Everett nodded, breathing carefully through his nose so he wouldn’t cry. As much as he wanted his dad close, he needed him gone now. But they could always find each other again. Couldn’t they?
I have the notebook, he wrote. He hit the button to send it, and then he closed his eyes. His dad would have what he wanted, and he’d leave. Then it would be safe for Everett to call the police. He’d tell them about Alex Bennick, about the storage unit, about the missing girls. They’d come and investigate, and his mom would be safe. His dad would be nowhere to be found, and more important, he’d be nowhere to be caught.
A tiny pop alerted him to a new window. Everett forced his eyes open.
LM? Can you meet me somewhere tonight?
He shook his head, ignoring the little bolt of lightning that shot through his body. He wouldn’t be home until almost five, and his mom wasn’t going to let him go anywhere after dinner. I don’t think so. But I can tomorrow. Neck prickling with alarm, he made his offer. The bus drops me off at school at 8:10.
Everett glanced over his shoulder, then back to the screen.
Do you remember where we used to feed the ducks? his dad asked.
A tear finally leaked from Everett’s eye. Because he did remember, and his dad did too.
CHAPTER 27
Lily grabbed a piece of packing paper that had blown up next to the fence and walked it over to the trash can, her eyes still scanning the road.
Any minute now. Any minute. Josephine had texted when they left the library.
Finally she heard wheels on the road and retreated to her hidden corner. Josephine’s dad was driving them home, and Lily hadn’t met him yet. She was far too upset to summon up pleasantries and friendly talk right now. She’d look like a madwoman. Better to stay in the shadows. She heard a door open; then she heard her son calling goodbye. The small gate opened, and the car pulled away. Lily stepped onto the walk.
“We need to talk,” she said, and Everett skidded to a stop, hands flying up in surprise.
“Mom! What? Why?”
“A lot of reasons, actually. Starting with the things I found under your bed.”
She saw the color drain from his face. His eyes went wide and wild as he took a step back. “Mom!” He shouted it, but it was more like a yelp of fear than outrage.
“You promised me you didn’t steal anything.”
“Mom, I—”
“I know you’ve been struggling with some things lately, and I know I’ve let you down. I avoided talking about Jones with you because . . . because I didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry, Ev. But what you did, that’s not all right.”
When she heard the sound of another car approaching, she winced, assuming it was Josephine’s dad returning for some reason. “Let’s just . . .”
But it wasn’t him. Instead Alex’s SUV turned in. Cursing his timing, she managed a small wave of greeting.
Everett made a strangled sound, and this time the pure alarm on his face didn’t surprise her at all.
“Mom, I do need to talk to you,” he said, the words rushed and tripping over each other. “Now. Can we go inside? Please?”
Alex parked outside the gate instead of pulling in.
“Mom!” Everett said as Alex opened his door and began to get out.