Without further explanation, Natalie walked out the front door. I watched through the window as she tapped some numbers into her phone, then a couple more. It was more than a few minutes—closer to ten—before she finally came back inside.
“I called the police department in Helen.”
“And?”
“I asked them to check on any runaways named Callie. No one with that name is missing.”
“Are they sure?”
“It’s a small town,” she explained. “Super small. Like six hundred people. He would know. There are only a few runaways in the books at all in the last five years.”
Despite her findings, I still knew I was right. I could feel it and knew I had to check it out. Though I could drive, flying would be easier. I took a seat at the kitchen table and booted up my computer.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m checking on flights to Atlanta.”
“You’re going to Helen after what I just told you? To do what? Knock on doors? Ask people on street corners?”
“If I have to,” I said.
“What if she lived in the country somewhere? Or in the next town over?”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said.
“You’re doing all this for a girl you barely know?”
“I told her that I wasn’t going to let her die.”
“And you mean that?” Her tone verged on disbelief.
“Yes.”
She was quiet for a moment and when she spoke again, her voice was softer.
“Assuming you’re right and she ran away from home…why would she rather die than contact them?”
“That’s what I’m trying to find out, and it’s the reason I’m going. I’d like to ask a favor, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Call the police department again. Maybe the sheriff, too, while you’re at it, to let them know I’m coming. I’m sure I’ll need to speak with them. Maybe you can help make that part a little easier.”
“When do you think you’ll be there?”
“Tomorrow,” I said. “There’s a flight leaving around eleven. If I rent a car, I should be in Helen by early afternoon.”
“How long are you planning to stay there?”
“A day or two. If I can’t find any answers there, I’ll have to try to convince Callie to speak to me again.”
She considered my request. “I can make the calls, but I don’t know if it will do any good. You’re not in law enforcement and you’re not her family.”
“Any recommendations?”
“How about if I come with you?” she said.
For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I’d heard her correctly. “You’d like to come?”
“If she’s technically a missing person, law enforcement does have a bit of responsibility.”
I tried not to smile. “I’ll need your date of birth so I can book the tickets.”
“I can take care of it.”
“It’ll be easier to do both reservations at once.”
She gave me the information and as I began to type, she suddenly interrupted me.
“Wait.” Her expression was serious. “Before I go, I have one condition.”
I already knew that she was going to tell me to book separate hotel rooms, and that she was only accompanying me in a law enforcement capacity. In other words, I wasn’t to attempt to rekindle things between us.
“I want you to do something tonight. I can pick you up after work.”
“Yes?”
Her exhale was one of surrender.
“I want you to meet my husband.”
Chapter 18
I was too stunned to respond. Suddenly, everything fell into place: why she’d been so uncomfortable at the farmers’ market when the dentist had seen us together, why she preferred to meet at out-of-the-way locations. Why she’d suddenly ended our relationship…
But not everything added up…
Before I could summon anything to say, she hurriedly moved to the front door and opened it, pausing on the threshold.
“I know you have questions,” she said without turning to face me, “but you’ll understand everything later. I’ll pick you up at six.”
I finished booking the tickets, made hotel reservations, read the reviews for some restaurants in Helen, then spent the rest of the day trying to figure out the nature of Natalie’s marriage. Were they separated but now trying to work things out? Did they have an open marriage? I even flirted with the idea that the husband had passed away and we’d be making a trip to the cemetery, but none of those answers seemed to fit with the woman I’d come to know. And why did she want me to meet him?