The Secrets of Lake Road

“Don’t be such a girl,” Billy said.

A familiar rush of anger shot through Kevin, reaching as far as his toes. Billy had a way of making him look like a sissy, like less of a man in Jo’s eyes. Sometimes he hated him. “No thanks,” he said.

“You’re killing me.” Billy placed his hand over his heart. “Please. Eddie’s got the boat ready. I have the gear packed. All you have to do is show up.”

Kevin played a couple of chords. “I don’t think so,” he said.

Jo leaned on her elbows, watching them.

“You’re breaking my heart,” Billy said in such a sincere way, the girls took pity on him.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” Sheila said.

“He wants to hang out with his best friend,” Jo said to Kevin. “Look at him. He’s begging you. How can you say no?”

Kevin looked at Billy. In his eyes he could see that Billy’s sincerity was real. Damn him. How did he do it? How did he make Kevin feel like the bad guy every single time?

“Fine.” He put the guitar down next to Jo, stealing one last look at her in the bikini, his erection long gone. He followed Billy to the docks, where Eddie and the boat awaited them. Eddie was shirtless and wearing cut-off jean shorts. A cigarette was pinched between his lips. He wiped his hands on a towel. “She’s ready to go. All I need is someone to run up to the cabin and grab the tackle box.”

“Great.” Billy turned to Kevin and poked him in the chest. “That means you. Oh hey, while you’re there, grab some sandwiches and some cold ones.”

“I thought all I had to do was show up?” Kevin didn’t wait for Billy to reply. Instead he turned and marched back the way he came, arms pumping at his sides. He overheard Eddie ask Billy, “What’s wrong with him?”

Eddie’s cabin was only a few feet away. It wasn’t like he had to walk miles. But still. Still. He stomped inside and yanked open the refrigerator door. He pulled out cold cuts and a couple of beers. Fuck it, if Eddie’s dad noticed he was missing a few cans. He threw the sandwiches together and tossed everything into a small cooler. On his way out the door, he grabbed Eddie’s tackle box and an extra fishing pole. Maybe he was overreacting, but Billy had a way of making him do things he didn’t want to do. Billy made him feel every bit the chump.

He returned to the boat, stashed the gear, and untied the lines from the dock. When they were well on their way to the far end of the lake and miles from the beach, for a moment, a fraction of a second, he thought about pushing Billy overboard and drowning him.





CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Caroline walked out of the Pavilion and into the lot where the tents were being constructed. She took two or three steps before she noticed Adam and his mother approaching. His mother had her hand gripped tightly around Adam’s arm, dragging him through the crowd of men and women blocking their path.

Caroline stopped and waited for whatever was coming. By the look on Adam’s face, it wasn’t good.

“I suppose this was your harebrained idea,” his mother said.

Caroline glared at Adam. He kept his eyes on his dried muddy sneakers. “She figured it out. What was I supposed to do?” he mumbled.

His mother continued. “Sneaking out and releasing those snappers.”

“Yes, ma’am. It was all my idea,” Caroline said, and Adam’s head snapped up. He stared at her.

“Do your parents know about this?” his mother asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The sheriff’s vehicle rolled to a stop a few feet from where they were standing.

“Well,” his mother said, “here comes Sheriff Borg now. Do you want to tell him or shall I?”

“I’d rather if neither one of us said anything,” Caroline said.

“I’m sure you would, but I’m not the only one who’s going to pay a fine because you two knuckleheads did something stupid.”

The sheriff stepped from his car. After placing his hat on his head, he walked toward them. He tipped his hat at Adam’s mother and said to Caroline, “How’s your grandmother doing?”

“She’s better.” Caroline avoided his eyes.

“Glad to hear it,” he said, and glanced out at the lake before settling his gaze on the three of them.

Caroline didn’t say anything more, waiting for Adam’s mother to turn them in. But she said nothing. The sheriff tipped his hat again and headed in the direction of the docks, where Stimpy and his men were finishing setting up the large tent that would become the control center for the tournament.

Caroline and Adam exchanged awkward glances.

“Well,” his mother said, “maybe he’s forgotten all about it with everything else going on.” She motioned to the festival and then the recovery team on the lake. “I suspect it’s because they’re still searching.” She waved her finger at them. “You won’t be so lucky if there’s a next time. Do you hear?”