“Stay close, okay?” I ask her. I’ll need some backup in case it gets ugly.
“Stick around where I can see you,” Rachel counters.
“Deal. Be right back.”
“Remember: subtlety!” she calls after me.
There’s a tall man with his back to me talking to Matt as I approach. When I get to the steps, I realize it’s his uncle. I remember what Adam had said, about family having to make sure Matt went to meetings. I can’t imagine it, sharing like that, and letting your family listen.
“Sophie.” Coach smiles at me. “Your dad is so happy to have you back. How are you feeling?”
“Hi, Coach, Matt.” I look up at the church. “I’m doing good. Feeling kind of stupid right now—I must’ve misread the meeting time. I thought it said seven.”
“No, it starts at six,” Matt says.
Coach’s cell phone rings. “I’ve got to get that,” he says, squeezing Matt’s shoulder. “Good job today,” he says in an undertone. “Sophie, it was great seeing you. Tell your dad I’ll get back to him about the game next Thursday.”
“I will,” I say as he steps away toward the parking lot to take his call.
Matt smiles down at me. “I’m sorry you missed the meeting, but there’s another one tomorrow at the Elks Lodge.”
If I were Mina, I’d smile back and twirl my hair. I’d ask innocuous questions, make him feel comfortable, lull him into my net.
But my edges are too sharp. I want this done.
“I’m actually not here for a meeting. I’m here to ask you if you got Jackie pregnant.”
Matt’s smile vanishes, along with most of the color in his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Look, I could be all nice like earlier, dodging around the questions, but you’re a tweeker. Lying is what you do. So—you…Jackie. Did you get her pregnant?”
I stare hard at his face, trying to see the answer in it because I know his words won’t tell me. But there’s only fury pulsing off him. He looks over his shoulder, where his uncle is standing just out of hearing distance.
“You need to get the hell out of here.” He steps toward me when he says it, and I hear a car horn blast from the parking lot—Rachel letting me know she has my back.
“Was Detective James right?” I ask, never taking my eyes away from him. He won’t meet them, and his shoulders shake underneath the baggy polo he’s wearing. “Did you do it? Did you take her? Kill her? Was the baby why?”
“You are so out of line,” he says. “Get out of here.”
“Or what?” I ask. “Are you going to hit me in the head with a piece of rebar again? Try to finish me off this time?”
He backs hastily away from me, all the fight suddenly gone. “You’re a crazy bitch,” he says. “And you need to leave me the hell alone.”
He stalks down the steps toward Coach Rob, and I stare at his retreating back, at the line of his shoulders, trying, trying to recognize something from that night—something, anything in the way he walks or sounds. Rachel comes running up to me, breathing hard.
“Are you okay? What happened?” she asks.
I keep staring after Matt until he turns the corner. “I wasn’t subtle,” I say.
54
ONE YEAR AGO (SIXTEEN YEARS OLD)
“Why are you so late?” Mina demands as I get out of my car. She’s perched in the back of Trev’s truck on a plaid blanket she’s spread carefully over the peeling paint. Her legs swing off the edge of the tailgate, a daisy flip-flop dangling from her foot. In front of us, the lake stretches out for miles, nothing but blue water reflecting sky and mountains. The sun’s starting to fade, and we have at least a half hour before the fireworks begin.
I get the plastic bag I’ve stashed in my backseat. “Fourth of July traffic,” I say. “Is Trev here?”
“No, I borrowed the truck,” Mina says. “What’s in the bag?” She makes a grab for it, and I step back so she can’t get it. She pouts, her strawberry-red lips sticking out. “Mean.”
I just smile and set the bag out of her reach before boosting myself up beside her.
Mina sinks down, lying on her back in the truck bed, and I follow suit. We pass a bottle of Boone’s Farm back and forth, the fruity sweetness clinging to the back of my throat as Mina traces clouds with her fingers, rings glimmering in the dying sun. She describes shapes to me, each more fantastic than the next.
“Soph, do you ever think about what’s going to happen when we leave?” she asks.
I tilt my head to the right so I can look at her. My hair and hers, blond and brown, are twined together on the blanket, and she’s careful not to meet my eyes.
“You mean for college and stuff?”
Mina nods, still staring up at the darkening sky. The crickets are starting to sing, and their chirps echo across the water, blending with the frogs and some distant laughter from a houseboat out past the harbor.
“It’ll be weird, right?” Mina asks. “Not to see each other?” When I don’t answer, she turns to look at me, rolling from her back to her side, our faces inches apart. “Won’t it be?”
“I don’t like thinking about it,” I say.
Mina bites her lip; I’m close enough that I can smell the strawberry gloss. “Sometimes it’s all I think about,” she says, so quiet I almost don’t hear her. She sighs and reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Her hand lingers for a moment on my skin, settling into the little crook under my jaw where my pulse thumps.
There’s a pop-pop-pop in the air, breaking the spell. Sparks light up the night sky in a dazzling cascade of red, white, and blue. The reflection of the fireworks on the water stretches out until it feels like we’re surrounded by light.
“It’s starting!” Mina sits straight up and hops out of the truck, clapping her hands like a kid, and I smile as she watches the show, as transfixed as I am by her.
After the final firework has been shot off, the night settling into hints of smoke and ash, Mina stands there, eyes fixed on the sky, waiting, like there’ll be one more just for her.
While her attention is on the sky, I reach back and pull out the plastic bag I stashed earlier. When she turns around, I’m sitting on the edge of the tailgate, a lit sparkler in hand, my offering to her.
She beams at me, and I beam back.
Instead of taking it, she wraps both hands around mine, and we stay there, me sitting on the tailgate and her standing in front of me, the sparkler showering light between us, popping and hissing in the air. Shadows play across her face, the light illuminating her in fits and starts, and I’ve never felt more sure, and she’s never looked more beautiful.
Long after the sparkler’s fizzled out, Mina’s ash-smeared hands hold mine between her palms.
“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” she whispers.
I hook my thumb around hers, and our matching rings click against each other, the unspoken promise of forever…someday.
55
NOW (JUNE)
When I get home, I page through Mina’s notes, trying to find any mention of Jackie’s possible pregnancy. But either she hadn’t had the time to write it down or she hadn’t finished figuring it out, because there’s nothing in the time line or her notes to suggest she even suspected it.
I close my laptop after I’ve searched all the files. I’m almost positive an unplanned pregnancy is the reason Jackie disappeared. I wish it were July, so Margaret Chase was back from vacation. I don’t have much hope that she’ll confirm my suspicions—there are rules about sharing that kind of stuff—but maybe if I go into the clinic and talk to her, I’d be able to tell from her reaction. Just to be sure.