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ОглавлениеDennis and Deirdre insisted that Tristan and I return to school the next day. We’d both missed a lot of school lately, they said, and until there was a lead in the search for Jillian and Logan, they expected us both to go to class every day. Dennis promised he’d continue our efforts to contact car dealerships in North Dakota and call us if he got a hit.
I didn’t protest—there was something I needed to do at school. Someone I needed to talk to.
I waited by Melanie’s locker before first period, but she never showed up. In the foreign language hallway before my Spanish class, I asked Ember if she knew where Melanie was. She informed me that Melanie hadn’t been to school since our trip to North Dakota. She’d also quit Lyre, Ember’s band. Poor Melanie was traumatized. I whipped out my phone and texted her my apology, six times throughout the day, but she never replied.
Nathan ignored me all day. He would lose his job at the APR if he bothered me, so he didn’t even look at me.
Deirdre had also insisted that straight after school, instead of going home, I go to the APR and meet her in her preschool classroom. She wanted me to start sketching a mural to paint on the classroom walls. She was babysitting me, keeping me from getting into more trouble. But I didn’t mind. If I was at the APR, I could keep my eye on Kellan to see if he’d gotten any leads on Jillian and Logan.
And also, hanging out with Deirdre sounded kind of nice.
The preschoolers were gone for the day by the time I got there, so Deirdre sat at one of the little round tables with her curriculum planner, while I took a pencil to the wall near the window. I would paint a mural of a garden, I decided. An oversized flower garden. Soon the walls were covered with my pencil sketches of gigantic wildflowers, an enormous rainbow and whimsical trees. And a pair of Nightmare Eyes, which I quickly turned into two giant sunflowers before they overpowered me.
“Hey, Deirdre?” I said as the Nightmare Eyes burned into me anyway. “Would you mind if I took a break? Maybe I’ll go upstairs and visit Brinda. I want to see if she’ll make any more drawings for me.”
“Sure, honey. When you get back, we can swing by Hawthorne’s to pick up dinner.” Humming contentedly, Deirdre resumed her project, and I left the classroom. I passed the lunchroom, where Kellan was sitting at one of the little round tables near the door, peeling an apple. Good. He was here, which meant he didn’t have a lead on Jillian and Logan. I slipped away before he noticed me.
Upstairs, Brinda and her dad welcomed me to the playroom. Brinda spun around, showing off her new pink dress, which I admired with a silent clap.
She gestured to her table, inviting me to sit and have tea. I sipped my invisible drink, then placed Jillian’s ballet slipper and Logan’s sheet music on the table, hoping Brinda could squeeze one more prediction from them.
She didn’t look at them. Instead, she stared at me. Her gaze grew unfocused as Mr. Lakhani lifted the pail of crayons, and she dug through the crayons and pulled one out.
Silver.
She covered the entire paper with silver, solid and shiny, and it reflected the lights from above.
But Deirdre’s dream of a silver-walled house already happened, I wanted to tell her. It’s over. I survived. But I couldn’t speak in here.
She pointed to the paper and then to me, tilting her head.
Oh, she was asking if her drawing had happened already. I nodded yes, then smiled to show her I was okay.
Brinda wiped her forehead with her hand, miming a relieved expression. Then she tore the silver paper in two.
I nudged the ballet slipper and sheet music closer to her. One more premonition, I pleaded silently. Just one.
She glanced at the items and shook her head, then offered me a plastic chocolate chip cookie. Trying not to be too disappointed, I took the cookie and pretended to take a bite.
Brinda sipped her tea, and her gaze landed on the ballet shoe and sheet music again. But after a millisecond, she turned away to pour more tea into her father’s cup.
Mr. Lakhani took a pretend sip of the tea. I took another pretend bite of the cookie.
Brinda’s gaze returned to the shoe and sheet music. This time they lingered for a full two seconds before she looked away.
Come on, Brinda, I pleaded silently. One more prediction. You can do it.
She daintily dabbed her mouth with napkin, then looked at the ballet shoe and sheet music again.
Her gaze stuck, then very slowly, her eyes glazed over.
Yes. This was it. Brinda was going to have one more premonition for me.
Mr. Lakhani raised the crayon bucket. She reached inside and withdrew two crayons: one pink and one blue. With the pink, she drew a starburst at the top of the paper. With the blue, she drew a long wavy line underneath the star.
She placed the ballet shoe and sheet music on top of the drawing, and with clear eyes and a definitive nod, slid it over to me.
A year ago, Brinda drew twelve lakes, and my family went to Twelve Lakes, Illinois.
A couple weeks ago, Brinda drew a gold ring, and Jillian and Logan went to Ringgold, Colorado.
Today she drew a pink starburst and a wavy blue line.
A pink starburst. A wavy blue line.
I froze for a moment, then started shaking as hope, joy, elation zipped up my spine and into every nerve ending. I knew where I would find Jillian and Logan.
I whipped out my phone and did a quick internet search.
* * *
I gave Brinda a handful of stickers and the world’s tightest hug, waved ’bye to her dad, and left the playroom with the ballet shoe, the sheet music and the drawing of the pink starburst and wavy blue line. Down on the main floor, instead of going back to Deirdre’s classroom, I went to the lunchroom.
Kellan was still there, using his index finger and thumb to pop a cherry tomato into his mouth. His apple was gone, but the peel was on his paper plate, coiled up like a red snake about to strike.
I skidded to a stop. Shoved Brinda’s drawing behind my back.
“Whatcha got there?” Kellan said.
“N-nothing,” I said. Brinda’s drawing, I thought.
“A drawing from Brinda?”
“No.” Yes.
Kellan unfolded himself from the plastic chair and sidled to the doorway, blocking my exit. “What did she draw?”
“Nothing.” Pink starburst. Wavy blue line, I thought. A star. A river. “Meaningless scribbles.”
He took a step toward me. “None of Brinda’s drawings are meaningless.”
A star. A river, I thought again. “This one is.” Star River.
“If it’s so meaningless, why do you have it?”
“Because—” Because Brinda drew Star River. “Because Brinda gave it to me as a present.” Star River I looked it up on my phone it’s a town in Texas Jillian and Logan are going to Star River, Texas.
Then I gasped. “I—you aren’t reading my mind, are you?” I made pleading, innocent doe eyes at him. “Please, Mr. Kellan. Please don’t.” Star River. “Because this drawing—it doesn’t mean anything.”
His lip twitched through his red beard. “No. I am not reading your mind. I don’t have time for this anyway. I’m late for something.” He pivoted on his heel and marched out.
Star River, I shouted silently after him, as loud as I could. Star River, Texas! I pushed the words at him as he dashed triumphantly down the hallway at a speed just slower than a sprint. Star River!
He pulled his phone from his pocket as he rounded the corner. To look up information on Star River, no doubt.
Kellan was going to go to Star River, Texas.
Good. That was exactly where I wanted him to go.
Because that pink starburst wasn’t a star. It was a water lily.
That wavy blue line wasn’t a river. It was a brook.
While Kellan was hundreds of miles away in Star River to lie in wait for Jillian and Logan... Jillian and Logan would be coming to Lilybrook.
* * *
Less than an hour later, Tristan and I stood at his bedroom window, looking out at the sunset. In the distance, a little plane coursed past a white cloud. Tristan raised his childhood binoculars to his eyes.
“Is that it?” I asked.
“That’s it.” He handed me the binoculars to look for myself. I adjusted the binoculars, and...yes, there it was: a white plane, marked with NWSL in navy along the side. The APR’s plane was heading south, flying John Kellan and his team to a tiny impoverished town in Texas named Star River.
“Kellan moves fast,” I said.
“When he wants to.” Tristan stroked my cheek with his thumb. “You did good, Clockwise. You used Kellan’s telepathy against him.”
I twisted around so I faced him, then stood on tiptoe to kiss the soft spot on his neck, right under his ear. “Did you write the email?”
“All I have to do is hit send.” Holding me against him with one arm, he reached over to his computer and pressed the enter key. “Done. If any of the psychics in my database get a visit from Jillian and Logan, they’ll send them to Lilybrook.”
If a teenage brother and sister come see you, the email read, tell them to go to Lilybrook, Wisconsin. Tell them they’ll be safe here, and there are people who can help them.
“I just hope it works,” I said.
“It will. It may not happen with the first psychic they visit, but it will happen.”
“They need to get here fast. Before Kellan realizes I tricked him. He’ll realize something’s wrong when we don’t show up in Star River ourselves.”
“I’ll take care of Kellan.” Dennis came in, carrying a battered leather suitcase. Deirdre stood behind him, her hand flittering nervously to her throat.
“I’m going to Star River too,” Dennis continued. “I’ll tell Kellan that Deirdre refused to let you two go, so I came instead, to make sure he doesn’t harm Jillian and Logan when they get there. Heath Van der Sande is coming as my safeguard. It’s standard APR procedure, and Kellan won’t be able to get into my mind to read the truth.” He met my gaze. “We’ll stay as long as it takes, Tessa.”
“You’re okay with this, Mom?” Tristan asked. “Dad going on a case? It could be dangerous. It could be stressful on his heart.”
“It was her idea,” Dennis said.
Deirdre gave a resigned sigh. “Retirement made your father bored and miserable.” With an open palm, she placed her hand on his chest, right over his heart. “I’d rather he be happy. Happiness is good for his heart.”
Dennis put his arm around her and kissed the top of her frizzy head. Tristan strode across his room. “Thanks, Dad.” As the Connellys hugged each other goodbye, I stayed back. Then I remembered that I was part of this family too.
I leapt across the bedroom and tried to wrap my arms around Tristan, Dennis and Deirdre at the same time. It didn’t work, so they opened their arms for me, and hugged me too.
