The Missing Place
“Well, third, counting the one first thing in the morning. Just two, and it was almost noon. Half a day. Two in half a day, four in a whole day; if she could manage that, it was all right. Not perfect, not by a long shot, but under control.
She jumped when Colleen rapped on the passenger window. She turned the ignition on and leaned across to unlock the door, the automatic control having quit on her last year.
Colleen slid into the seat. In her hand was a large plastic Walmart bag.
“Is that the boys’ things?”
“Yes,” Colleen said tensely. “But can we go? I don’t want to look at them here.”
Shay headed up the road out of the camp and back through town. She focused on staying under the speed limit. Halfway back, Colleen spoke again. “It’s only Taylor’s. Paul’s was—there wasn’t anything in his room.”
“He took it all with him? Or someone cleaned it out?”
“Well, it wasn’t there, that’s all we know. Whether he took it or . . . or something else.”
There was something in her voice, some sharp s...plinter of fear, and Shay didn’t push.MoreLess
She jumped when Colleen rapped on the passenger window. She turned the ignition on and leaned across to unlock the door, the automatic control having quit on her last year.
Colleen slid into the seat. In her hand was a large plastic Walmart bag.
“Is that the boys’ things?”
“Yes,” Colleen said tensely. “But can we go? I don’t want to look at them here.”
Shay headed up the road out of the camp and back through town. She focused on staying under the speed limit. Halfway back, Colleen spoke again. “It’s only Taylor’s. Paul’s was—there wasn’t anything in his room.”
“He took it all with him? Or someone cleaned it out?”
“Well, it wasn’t there, that’s all we know. Whether he took it or . . . or something else.”
There was something in her voice, some sharp s...plinter of fear, and Shay didn’t push.MoreLess
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