49
Wyatt
The key! I remembered, now, the key in the hairbrush. Danielle had shown me. Or was it a dream? Still it might be important.
“Rachel,” I said, “you have to get the key.”
A pause. “I don’t understand.”
“The key. The key! It’s in my car, outside the Red Fox. It’s inside the hairbrush on the front seat. I think it opens the door or something here. You have to get it. Or, better yet, go to the police with it.” Because, even as I said it, I knew I didn’t want her coming here. If they’d locked me up, what would they do to her?
“Rachel?”
No answer. But even though I was inside, trapped, I heard a whistle of wind in trees. Nothing else.
“Rachel?”
I wondered if the brothers were outside, if they could hear me. But if they could, they would probably think I was some idiot, babbling to myself. Still, I lowered my voice.
“Rachel?”
No answer. And then, I sensed that the reason she wasn’t answering was because her attention had turned to something else.