I wait for the beep and leave a message.
“Hey, it’s Casey.” I pause, thinking of how to phrase this. “I just wanted to see if you’re all right. I know you said you were last night, but early this morning, I thought I heard—”
I pause again, hesitant to come right out and say what it is I think I heard. I don’t want to sound overly dramatic or, worse, downright delusional.
“Anyway, call me back. Or feel free to just come over. It’ll be nice to chat.”
I end the call, shove my phone back into my pocket, and go about my day.
Vodka. Neat.
Another vodka. Also neat.
Shower, minus the crying but with a new, unwelcome anxiety.
A grilled cheese sandwich for lunch.
When the grandfather clock in the living room strikes one and Katherine still hasn’t replied, I call again, once more getting her voicemail.
“Hi, you’ve reached Katherine.”
I hang up without leaving a message, pour a bourbon, and carry it to the porch. The whiskey bottle from last night is still there, a mouthful of liquid still sloshing inside. I kick it out of the way, sink into a rocking chair, and check my phone ten times in three minutes.
Still nothing.
I pick up the binoculars and peer at the Royce house, hoping for a sign of Katherine but seeing nothing in return. It’s that hour when the sun starts glinting off the glass walls and the reflection of the sky hides what’s behind them like a pair of closed eyelids.
While watching the house, I think about the unusual nature of what I saw last night. Something big went down inside that house. Something that’s none of my business yet, oddly, still my concern. Even though I haven’t known her very long at all, I consider Katherine a friend. Or, at the very least, someone who could become a friend. And new friends aren’t easy to come by once you hit your thirties.
Out on the lake, a familiar boat floats in the distance. I swing the binoculars toward it and see Eli sitting at the bow, fishing rod in hand. If anyone else on the lake heard the same sound I did, it would be him. I know he likes to rise with the sun, so there’s a chance he was awake then. And if he did hear it, he might be able to clarify what it was and put my simmering worry to rest.
I call his cell, assuming he has it on him.
While the phone rings, I continue to watch him through the binoculars. An annoyed look crosses his face as he pats a front pocket of his fishing vest—a sign he’s definitely carrying his phone. After propping his fishing rod against the side of the boat, he looks at his phone, then at the lake house. Seeing me on the porch, my phone in hand, he gives me a wave and answers.
“If you’re calling to see if I’ve caught anything, the answer is no.”
“I have a different question,” I say, adding a warning. “An unusual one. Did you happen to hear a strange noise outside this morning?”
“What time?”
“Dawn.”
“I wasn’t awake then,” Eli says. “Decided to sleep in a little. I’m assuming you heard something?”
“I think so. I’m not sure. I was hoping you could back me up on that.”
Eli doesn’t ask me why I was awake at dawn. I suspect he already knows.
“What kind of noise are you talking about?”
“A scream.”
Saying it out loud, I realize how unlikely it sounds. The odds of someone, let alone Katherine Royce, screaming at the break of dawn are slim, although not impossible.
Bad things can happen on this lake.
I know that from experience.
“A scream?” Eli says. “You sure it wasn’t a fox or something?”
Am I sure? Not really. Even during this conversation, my certainty level has lowered from seventy-five percent to about fifty.
“It sounded like a person to me,” I say.
“Why would someone be screaming at that hour?”
“Why does anyone scream, Eli? Because she was in danger.”
“She? You think it was Katherine Royce you heard?”
“I can’t think of anyone else it could have been,” I say. “Have you seen any sign of her today?”
“No,” Eli says. “Then again, I haven’t exactly been looking. You worried something happened to her?”
I tell him no, when the opposite is true. Katherine’s lack of a response to my text and calls has me feeling unnerved, even though in all likelihood there’s a perfectly good reason for it. She could still be sleeping, her phone silenced or in another room.
“I’m sure everything’s fine,” I say, more to convince myself than Eli.