Down By The Water (23 page)

FORTY FOUR

We left the house at the same time. Ty got in his truck and headed toward the sheriff's office and I planted myself in the driver's seat of Kyle's car and headed toward the auto shop. I wasn't sure what compromising position I'd find my sister in but I was pretty sure she'd be there.

Ten minutes later, I pulled into the parking lot. And saw a hand-written note attached to the door.

I stepped out of the car and walked toward the entrance of the shop, the words on the note coming into focus as I approached.

Out to lunch. Back at 1:00.

I peered through the door, searching for the clock I knew was mounted on the wall. It was 1:15. I reached out and pulled on the door handle. It was locked.

Irritated, I fished my phone out of my purse and called my sister. It rang four times before rolling over to her voicemail. I ended the call and tried again. Voicemail.

I tapped my foot impatiently and swore. I knew where she was. More likely than not, she was in the back room of the shop, screwing Sven's brains out. She was in countdown mode, too, and I knew what she was thinking. Get everything she could before her reason for hanging around Pelican Lake disappeared.

“
Well, well, well.”

The voice startled me and I turned around.

Caroline stood at the curb, a pair of car keys dangling from her hand. Her black hair was pulled into a low pony-tail and sunglasses shaded her exotic-looking eyes.

Her lips curved into a smile. “Still having car trouble?”

“I could ask the same thing.”

She nodded her head in the direction of a cherry red Jeep parked next to my borrowed car. Somehow, I hadn't noticed she'd pulled up.

“Time for an oil change,” she said.

“
Shouldn't you be at work?”

“
It's Wednesday,” she replied. “I work the morning shift. My job isn't a full-time gig. Yet.”

“
Oh.” I pointed at the sign. “Looks like he's out to lunch.”

She lifted her sunglasses and read the note taped to the door. “Well, shit.”

“Does he close up shop often?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual.

Caroline slipped her sunglasses back over her eyes. “No idea. I come here once every few months.”

She wasn't going to be any help. “Okay.” I started to walk away, furious with my sister and irritated with the girl standing next to me.

“
Jorgenson knows,” she said.

I turned around. “Excuse me?”

She had one hand on her hip, the other clutching a pair of keys. “He knows.”

I felt a knot form in my stomach. “Knows what?”

“Knows that you're snooping around.”

I took a step toward her and her grip on her keys tightened. “What did you tell him?”

“I didn't tell him anything,” she said. “But he was asking me questions yesterday after you left.”

“
What kind of questions?”

She adjusted her purse on her shoulder. “Like why you were at the office. What you were looking for.”

I stared at her. “How did he know I was there?”

She shrugged. “I don't know. Someone must have said something.”

“Someone like you?”

She smirked, shaking her head. “I didn't say a word.”

“Bullshit,” I muttered.

She hiked her purse up on her shoulder again. “I could care less about you. I was doing Ty a favor. That was it.”

“I'll bet.”

“
You can think what you want,” she said. “I did it for Ty.”

I had no doubt she was telling the truth about that. But I wasn't convinced she didn't have something to do with telling the sheriff.

She twirled the keys in her hand. “So, is your car almost ready?”

I almost laughed. I knew what she was really asking: when the hell would I be leaving.

“Yep,” I told her. “Should be ready tomorrow.”

A small smile of satisfaction crossed her face. “Good.”

I couldn't resist saying it. “And then you'll have Ty all to yourself again.”

“
I don't have him.” The keys stilled in her hand. “Yet. But I will.”

FORTY FIVE

Caroline peeled out of the parking lot and I got back into my borrowed car and called Ty. He answered on the first ring.

“Hey.”

“
You find my dad?”

“
No.”

“
No?”

Ty sighed. “I drove straight to the county building. Stopped by the sheriff's office. Your dad wasn't there.”

“Did you ask about him? About my dad?”

He snorted. “Uh. No. Didn't think you wanted me announcing he was in town. Especially if he decided to just go back home.”

He had a good point. “And how was Jorgenson? Did he wonder why you were there?”

“
Nah.”

I turned the AC dial up a notch and repositioned the vent. “No?”

“He's used to seeing me around there.”

I bit my lip and said nothing. Of course he would be. If he and Caroline had dated while she was working there, he was probably at the building a lot. Picking her up for lunch or after work, just dropping in to see her. I could picture him bringing in a bouquet of flowers or a sweet note, just to brighten her day. Because he struck me as that kind of guy. I knew he was that kind of guy. Thoughtful.  Sweet. Devoted.

And it made my stomach churn to think of him being that way with someone else.

With her.

“You still there?” he asked.

“
Yeah, yeah.” I forced the images out of my mind. “I'm still here.”

“
No,” he said. “I mean there. At Sven's.”

“
Oh. Yeah, I'm still here. But Jenna isn't.”

“
What? Where is she?”

I leaned my head back on the headrest. “No idea. Neither of them are here, actually. There's a sign on the door. Out to lunch. But they were due back a half an hour ago. At least according to the note.”

“Did you go around back?”

“
What?”

Ty chuckled. “The back door. It isn't just an office. If you know what I mean...”

I rolled my eyes. “Good God. No, I didn't. But I will now.”

“
Okay.” I could hear the smile in his voice. “I'm gonna head back to the house. Call me after you talk to her?”

I was puzzled. “Why?”

“Just so I know you're okay.”

I swallowed a swoon-induced sigh. Further proof, right there, that he was thoughtful and sweet and a guy I absolutely did not want to say goodbye to.

“I will,” I promised.

“
I'll be waiting.”

The phone clicked and the line went dead. I shoved my phone back in my purse, then thought better of it and pulled it out again. I stared at my list of contacts, my finger hovering over Jenna's name. I'd already left her one voicemail. Maybe a text would get her attention, especially if she was in mid-who knew what with Sven.

I tapped the screen.

Where are you
?

I waited.

Nothing.

I made a face at the screen, like it was the phone's fault she wasn't picking up. I squeezed the phone, set my jaw and walked around the building. The side was a gravel lot and I slid before I got my footing. My feet felt a hundred times better but I winced when I dug my sandal into the ground, trying to keep my balance. The reminder was there, the cuts that had scabbed over but would burst open if pushed too far. I stepped around the corner and saw a door right in the center of the building. I walked up to it and leaned my ear against the warm metal, listening for sounds that I didn't want to hear.

But it was quiet.

Before I could talk myself out of it, I pounded on the door and waited for one of them to answer in some state of undress.

But the door stayed shut and no one came out, grabbing onto their underwear, breathing heavily.

I made the same face at the door as I'd made at the phone and walked back around the building.

Just as Jenna and Sven were pulling up in an old pick-up truck. Fully clothed.

Sven killed the engine and Jenna hopped out of the cab. “What are you doing here?”

“Looking for you,” I answered. “Where the hell have you been?”

She held up a white paper bag. “Getting lunch. Sorta like the note on the door said...”

“I called and texted you,” I said.

She glanced at Sven, who'd gotten out of the truck, too. “I left it inside. We were gone for like fifteen minutes. What the hell's the matter with you?”

I glanced at Sven. “You wanna excuse us for a minute?”

He held up his hands like he wanted no part of it and kept walking toward the building and garage. He disappeared inside.

“What the hell has gotten into you?” Jenna asked, clearly annoyed.

“
Why don't you ask Dad?” I said, not bothering to hide my irritation either.

Her cheeks colored. “Is he here?”

“Oh, he's here,” I said. “I told you not to call him.”

She leaned back against the front of the truck. “I know.”

“So why did you, Jenna?” I asked. “Jesus. I told you I didn't want him or Mom here.”

“
Mom didn't come, did she?” she asked, her voice flooded with disbelief.

“
No.”

“
Thank God,” she said. “Look, I told you. I just thought you needed some help.”

“
And I told you I didn't.”

“
So what?” she asked, waving a hand in the air. “You're just going to spin your wheels here and let Jorgenson jerk you around?”

She had no idea. She didn't know that he'd come snooping around with more questions. That I'd been asking questions of my own. I might have hinted to her that I was going to do that but I'd never told her what had happened. What I'd found and what remained elusive.

“No,” I said. “I'm leaving tomorrow. So I don't need Dad here. But he's here. Because you called him.”

She was fidgeting with her hands and I knew she was wishing she had a cigarette to light up and puff away on, exhaling her nervousness and anxiety.

“Okay. So then it's no big deal he's here.”

“
It is a big deal, Jenna.”

“
Why?” she asked, clearly exasperated.

Because I wanted to protect him. Because I wanted to protect him from the haunting memories of the past and the threat Jorgenson presented here and now. But I didn't tell her this.

“Because I wanted to handle this myself and now I can't!”

She gave me a dismissive look. “You weren't handling anything.”

“Bullshit.”

“
Really?” she asked, raising her eyebrows over her sunglasses. “What exactly were you doing? What have you been handling?”

I looked away. I wasn't going to get into it there. Spill about the file and my conversations with Cheryl and how Ty's dad had pretty much confirmed that Jorgenson's master plan was to find me guilty of hurting Annie and killing my sister.

“Dad has always been the one person who's backed you up, right?” she said. “He never questioned, he never asked, he never needed to. He knew you didn't do anything. And any time anyone has suggested otherwise, he's shouted them down. Loudly.” She shrugged and re-gripped the paper bag with the sandwich. “I just thought if anyone could dig you out of this, he could. And would. Because that's what he does. And you didn't seem like you were doing anything other than worrying about what Jorgenson and everyone else thought about you.”

I thought about what she'd said. I wanted to be mad at her. I wanted to scream at her and tell her she was wrong. But part of what she was saying was right. I talked a good game, listening to Ty and talking to Cheryl, but what had I really accomplished? Nothing. Maybe I did need my father to swoop in and fix things. Maybe I hadn't been strong enough to do it on my own and maybe that's what I was really pissed about.

Jenna brushed at her hair. If possible, it was even more of a mess than before. “I'm sorry, Lily. I was just trying to help.”

I had no choice to believe her. “I know.”

“But he's here now and he's not going to leave,” Jenna said. “You know that.”

“
I know,” I said again. “And I already told him I was leaving tomorrow, that the car would be ready.”

“
So he should be happy then, right?”

“
I guess,” I said. “He and Ty's dad kind of got into it and I haven't seen him since.”

She made a face. “Probably out for a walk to cool off. You know how he is.”

I nodded. She was probably right. He'd always found a way to calm himself down before he could say or do something he regretted. Jenna and I were both the opposite. He'd preached his way, but it had never taken with either of us.

“
Can I go inside now?” Jenna asked. She held up the bag. “I'm starving.”

I had nothing left to say. “Yeah. Fine.”

“You want half?” she said. “I'll share.”

“
No, I'm fine,” I said. “I'm gonna go back to Lake Land.”

Jenna smiled at me. “Good. Because that means I can get one more tune-up with Sven before I have to go.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks for that image.”

She strolled past me, the sandwich bag over her shoulder. “You better just hope we don't do it in the backseat of your car.”