“Was the rain muddy?”
They were pretty dirty. Sang’s knees, stomach and elbows were covered in dirt. Nathan was mud up to his knees and over his arms. It had been hard to tell in the dark, but now it was clear how it was caked on. “Long story.” He put the food containers down on the table.
Sang kept her arms over her stomach, like she was trying to hold herself together. She avoided eye contact. “I'll go get my clothes,” she said.
Maybe she should be the one to shower upstairs this time. Nathan thought to follow her, but given the prior circumstances, he didn't want to be alone in the same room in the house. Not right now.
Even if he really needed to talk to her.
“I’m going to change clothes,” Erica said and walked past them to drop her keys and purse on the couch and headed toward the hallway. “This is a crazy week.”
Nathan waited with Jessica. She was poking at the containers, checking the contents. “Weren't you supposed to be over with Danielle?” she asked him over her shoulder.
Nathan stepped a little closer to her. “What?”
She stood up fully and tilted her head, touching a cheek with a fingertip. “Or was that tomorrow night?”
He had no idea what she was talking about, but Sang came down the steps again, with folded clothes in her hands, holding them away from her body. “I'll take the downstairs bathroom.”
Nathan nodded and went to the rear hallway. He opened Kota’s door, closed it behind himself and then took to the stairs carefully, trying to be very light on the carpet. He wasn't totally sure removing his shoes before he went up would help, given the state of most of his clothing. He should probably just toss his clothes into a trash bag.
He did throw the rugs out of Kota's bathroom to help not get dirt into them. He brushed himself off as best as he could before he started the process of removing everything from his body.
He did it absently, scraping dirt and grime off. He left the bathroom naked once he was clear of most of the dirt and mud.
He should be getting Sang’s phone and do something. Help them find North’s Jeep and the BMW. Not that they'd be able to fish out Victor's car until the morning, but he needed to let them know and also make himself available.
Mostly, he needed to go over a plan with Kota. What were they going to tell Erica about tonight? Maybe he should call him.
Kota’s closet was dark, and he flipped the switch. Above the hanging clothes were boxes of old gear. He dug through it, finding an old cell phone, and then realized it was dead.
He wasn’t sure sending an email from Kota’s computer would work. Written records were not the preferred method of communication. They shouldn’t have used the cell line for earlier with all they said, but they needed to say it all. They didn’t have a chance to do it another way.
And would it matter if he sent anything right now? Maybe he could wait until Kota was actually here. With North gone and the cars gone and Volto out there, they probably needed to handle the personal problems on their own, for now.
He went into the bathroom again, turned on the hot water, waited for it to start steaming and got into the shower.
He stood still and let the water run over his body, rinsing off some of the dirt. The contact and warmth did something to his muscles, making them ache in areas he didn’t feel before.
He’d been too tense, too in shock to notice. There were new bruises on his arms and legs, probably from crashing into the lake and escaping. He scrubbed and washed but even after that, he remained in the hot water, as if he could wash away the soreness.
He was still in the shower when there was a knock at the door. He peeked out.
Victor poked his head in through the door. “You didn’t tell me what happened with the car,” he said.
Nathan tensed and then shut the water off. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m real sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.” Victor came inside all the way and shut the door. “I didn’t realize everything going down. You ran in for the phone and left.” He looked down at the floor, at the pile of dirty clothes and bits of mud flaked all over.
Nathan motioned to the closet, and Victor pulled a towel out for him. “Which reminds me, can you go get Sang’s phone? I left it in Erica’s car. It’s probably under the passenger seat.”
“Sure. But after that, let’s figure this out.”
He agreed. Victor left. After patting himself dry quickly, he went back to the closet, getting redressed in there. Kota’s pajama pants and one of North’s black T-shirts would have to do tonight. Most of his own clothing had been removed.
There were footsteps on the stairs and Victor reappeared, emptyhanded. “Are you sure it was in the passenger seat?”
“Under it,” he said. “I dropped it down to hide it from Erica. Honestly, now I don’t know why. I didn’t want her seeing we were trying to work with people to make up a good story for all this behind her back.”
“Which is what we need to do,” he said. “But I didn’t see it.”
Odd. Nathan crossed the room, motioning to him. “Let’s go look.”
Victor followed him down the stairs. The movie was playing again in the living room. Noises came from the kitchen. Erica must be doing something in there. They quietly headed out into the garage.
Erica’s car was parked in her spot. Nathan went over the passenger door. Dirt was stuck to the floor of the car where he’d sat. He’d have to clean it out for her later.
He bent down and peered into the underside. The garage light was on overhead but it wasn’t really enough. “Got a flashlight on you?”
Victor pushed a button on his own cell phone and passed it to him. The camera light remained on steadily. “I looked under there. I didn’t see it.”
Nathan checked and couldn’t find the cell phone either. He checked underneath the mat, and then switched sides to check out under Erica’s seat. And then for the sake of it, checked the back seat.
Victor bent over, lifting the floor mats again and then checked the glove compartment. “Nothing.”
Nathan checked underneath the car and then stopped and stood up. He padded over in bare feet to the garage door and pushed a button for it to rise. He peered out into the dark.
The neighborhood was absolutely quiet. No cars on the road tonight. The rain had slowed a bit. The Sorenson house down the road was lit up in a few windows. His own house was dark.
An eerie feeling rose in his chest.
“What?” Victor asked. He stepped up beside him, scanning the street. “What is it?”
“I think he was here,” Nathan said. “I think he took it. The phone.”
Victor made a face and then rolled his eyes. “Again? Ugh. Well that’s one more to replace.” He pinched his fingers at the bridge of his nose. With his other hand, he pulled out his cell phone. Without even looking at it, he used his thumb to turn it on and dial out. “I have to let them know.”
Nathan went to him, covering his phone with a palm before Victor had a chance to lift it to his face. “Wait,” he said. “We know he’s out there and he likely has her phone. We need to stop using them right now.”
“We can’t,” Victor said. “North is still out there. Luke is in the school. We have to keep communication lines open. I can’t shut them all down now. I’ll try my best to secure them. And I’ll shut down her phone.” He walked over to the door that went into the house. “I might not even want to. I might want to track him. Maybe we can find the Jeep and him. I’ll have to use Kota’s computer. I guess I’m spending the night tonight.”
Nathan heard Victor going inside, but he kept looking out into the dark.
Volto had been close. How did he know Sang’s cell phone was here? And how could get so close to the house without anyone noticing? He’d been in the shower, but he didn’t hear anyone below him, opening and closing the garage door.