I realized my remark was out of line and apologized. “I know. I guess I didn’t want to sound like a nut job. You’re right, though. At least they’re going to look for him. I hope they find him and he’s okay.”
“But you don’t think so, do you?”
I couldn’t answer. The visions were too new. The darkness at the end of the fear and the running could mean anything. I was taking it to mean that something bad had happened, but maybe not. I truly hoped not.
We headed back to Corolla on the sand trails and turned in the Segways when we got there. I still needed time to go home and change before the town meeting. I wasn’t looking forward to it, especially since I was coming home from Corolla without anything new to share.
“I know I’m not in law enforcement,” I said to Kevin as we got back in his pickup. “But Sam’s actions don’t seem to be those of a man who’s running away because he killed someone.”
Kevin nodded. “I agree. I wouldn’t go get on one of those things and head out into the island. Logic dictates Sam going to the mainland and hiding out. Too many people know him here. That’s a bad thing, unless there’s someone willing to hide you.”
“I know it’s not enough to keep him out of jail if the police really believe he blew up the museum and killed Max. But maybe it might make them think about it differently.”
“Maybe. If he has a good alibi, that would be a lot better. It’s hard to beat a good alibi.”
“I guess we won’t know unless they find him.”
“You’ve done what you could for now.” He smiled at me. “At great personal risk too, I might add. I don’t know if I would’ve touched that scooter not knowing what I might find. You’re a brave person.”
“And foolish.” I laughed. “Don’t bother to deny it. I can hear it in your voice.”
We’d reached my house, and I hopped out of the truck after it had pulled in the driveway. “Foolish? I don’t know. Crazy might be more like it.”
“Thanks!” I slammed the truck door. “See you at the meeting.”
The house was quiet and dark when I got inside. Gramps had left a note on the kitchen table telling me that he was out doing volunteer fire department drills and that there was a casserole in the oven.
I glanced at the casserole and decided to skip it. I grabbed a granola bar from the cabinet and went up to take a quick shower.
I opened a new bar of soap and went through all the sensations that described where and how it was made. Already it was becoming routine to me. I looked at my hands as I got washed and wondered why the explosion at the museum had triggered this effect in me.
I thought about all those times my hands had tingled when I approached something valuable. It was one of the ways I decided what to buy when I went shopping for treasures. Maybe this new ability had always been there, lying dormant, waiting for some event—the explosion in this case—to set it lose.
Kevin wanted to protect me from making mistakes that might cause me to end up like his FBI partner. But I’d realized this afternoon, when I grabbed the statue and then the scooter, that I couldn’t shy away from this new aspect of my abilities. I couldn’t protect myself from it any more than I could keep myself from getting wet in a downpour.
It was here. It was part of me. Though it might be uncomfortable right now, I knew I’d master it. I’d learned from the best when my mother had taught me as a child. I appreciated Kevin’s guidance, definitely his backup, but with time, these new abilities and I would learn to get along fine together.
After getting out of the shower, I dried off and changed into a plum-colored knit dress that made me look like a sober and dignified mayor—with style. I wasn’t ready to be too sober or dignified yet.
I looked at my slightly sunburned face as I applied plum-colored lipstick and brushed my wayward hair. I’d spent all day with Kevin. It had been an enjoyable experience. In many ways, we seemed to fill in small gaps in each other’s personalities. It was exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. What would I say to everyone, especially Shayla? I didn’t want Gramps planning our wedding already, but I knew he’d be interested too.
That’s one of the problems with small-town life, but it was one of the perks as well. People might be there when I didn’t want them to be—but then again, they were always there when I needed them.
I smiled at myself in the mirror. Being with Kevin was different than I’d expected yet everything I’d thought it could be.
I left the house and started walking down Duck Road toward town hall along with several other people headed in the same direction. The Duck Shoppes parking lot was full, always a barometer of how well attended a meeting would be. It looked like people wanted to hear what the chief had to say about the explosion at the museum.
Shayla stopped me as I started up to the boardwalk, demanding to know where I was all afternoon. “I thought we had an appointment to go over your chakra again.”
I admired the beautiful black shawl she wore with such flair. Shawls always looked awkward on me, and I was never sure what to do with them. Usually I ended up taking them off. “Sorry. I forgot. There was so much going on.”
Her eyes narrowed as she looked me over. “It wouldn’t have anything to do with you seeing Kevin, would it? Your chakra is a little fuzzy today but better than yesterday.”
Obviously, Old Man Sweeney had been happy to share his knowledge of my whereabouts with the rest of the town. “Shayla—”
“Don’t bother explaining, Dae. Kevin doesn’t want me anymore. Maybe he wants you. But for how long? The man is fickle.”
“I don’t know,” I admitted, feeling bad for her. “Look, we had dinner at the Inn so I could look for a wine cask he was missing. It wasn’t anything serious.”
“So you aren’t dating now?” Her brown eyes narrowed, gauging my response, until I thought she might be asleep. Except for that terrible frown.
I wanted to lie. Even though I was usually jealous of Shayla and her laid-back, Big Easy attitude, I wanted to reassure her that she wasn’t being left out. But how could I after what had happened between Kevin and me? Besides, there was no point in not telling her something she was bound to find out anyway. “We’re sort of dating, I guess.”
“Ha!” She wrapped her beautiful shawl around her slender body and marched up the stairs.
“What does that mean?” I yelled after her despite the looks from all the people who were on their way to town hall.
“It means if you lie like that, Dae, your nose could grow like the doll in the fairy tale.”
I stormed up the stairs to stand beside her. “Puppet,” I corrected automatically. “Pinocchio was a puppet.”
“Doll. Puppet. Whatever. You lied to me. If you wanted Kevin, you should’ve said so. I asked you. You said you weren’t interested.”
“You dated him already and broke up with him,” I reminded her. “That kind of makes him fair game.”
“Fair game?” She pursed her lips. “If you weren’t my friend, I’d slap you. He’s not fair game. We were taking a break, that’s all. We never said we wouldn’t get back together again.”
“Then I guess you will, if we break up.”
She stared at me as if wishing I were a voodoo doll she could put pins in—then walked into town hall alone.
I sighed, trying not to think about it, at least not for a while. I needed to be clearheaded about what I’d say at the meeting. Then I could mull it over and decide if being with Kevin would be worth jeopardizing my friendship with Shayla.
Inside, town hall was filled to capacity. People were standing along the side walls and sitting on the floor. Nancy was scurrying around trying to find chairs for as many people as she could. “We’re gonna have to find a bigger place,” she huffed as she went by.