“Rough night?” he asked, and I sighed, poking at my bowl of cereal.
“Something like that.”
Dad filled his coffee mug, the one I’d painted for him at camp back when I actually was a third-grader. He almost always used it, even though the acrylic paint meant he had to rinse it out by hand instead of putting it in the dishwasher.
“Still nothing from David?” he asked, and I bisected a Cheerio with my spoon.
As far as my parents—and everyone else in town—knew, David had left to join his aunt Saylor in some other state, and that move meant we were done. I’d tried to make it seem like it was mutual, that neither of us wanted to do long distance, but clearly I had not succeeded.
“He’s been in touch,” I said vaguely. Which wasn’t really a lie. I mean, that girl showing up proved he’d been thinking about me.
Dad made a noncommittal sound and took a sip of coffee just as Mom breezed back into the kitchen.
“They said Bee called in sick, too,” she told me, and I sat up a little straighter on my stool.
“I wonder if there’s something going around,” Mom continued. She pressed a hand to my forehead, frowning. There were fine lines around her eyes, and she definitely seemed worried, but I had to admit that in the weeks since David had gone, Mom hadn’t seemed nearly as stressed.
Of course she hadn’t known about the Paladin thing, but I think she’d picked up on . . . something. Some Mom sense of hers had alerted her that I was going through stuff she couldn’t understand, and it had clearly taken a toll.
“Maybe,” I told her now. “Or we’ve just gotten too much sun.”
I tried to sound nonchalant, but I was worried about Bee and anxious to get to my phone and call her. Was she really sick, or had that girl paid her a visit?
That thought had me on my feet, muttering something about going back to bed.
When I got to my room, the light on my cell was blinking, and I checked it, relieved to see that I had two missed calls from Bee, as well as three texts, all asking where I was.
So I wasn’t the only one on edge.
I called her back, and she picked up on the first ring.
“There you are.”
“Sorry,” I said, sitting down on the edge of my bed, tucking my legs beneath me. “What’s wrong? Anything happen last night?”
Bee blew out a long breath, and I could practically see her sitting in her own room, blond hair a mess around her head. Bee always had the worst case of bedhead.
“No, but I didn’t sleep because I was so paranoid that girl might come back.”
“Same,” I told her on a sigh.
There was a long pause on her end of the phone, and then she said, almost tentatively, “You were right. About David, about us helping him and screwing everything up.”
My fingers tightened around the phone. “You were doing what you thought was best,” I said, but the words were a little rote—I’d said them before, after all—and she knew it.
“Still,” she said. “Ryan and I . . . Look, Harper, whatever you need us to do, we’ll do it.”
I glanced at the clock. It was just a little past nine a.m., but I was hoping that would mean most everyone in David’s neighborhood was at work already.
“Then meet me back at David’s in an hour.”
Chapter 6
“REMIND ME again what we’re actually looking for,” Bee said. She sat cross-legged on the floor of David’s room, her braid brushing the pages of the book she held in her lap.
Sighing, I picked a book out of the stack in front of me. The title on the spine was barely legible, the gold leaf all but rubbed away from hundreds of hands over dozens of years, but since none of the other books seemed like what I was looking for—they all seemed too new—I figured I was better off starting with that one. We’d been here for nearly an hour already, and nothing was jumping out at me. Luckily, I’d been right about the neighborhood being fairly deserted, and we’d slipped in with no trouble—no one had bothered covering up the hole I’d made by the door—but I didn’t want to press my luck.
“Anything that looks like a locating spell, or something that mentions finding an Oracle. How to track one.”
“Oracle GPS,” Ryan muttered to himself, and I gave him a little smile.
“Something like that.”