The steadiness in her clear green eyes reassured me that she meant what she said, and some of the anger and uncertainty bubbling in my chest melted away. But not all of it. How was I supposed to know if we were really on the same page? That she wouldn't, at some point, reveal some new level of duplicity? Maybe it was my turn not to trust.
I sighed and shoved open the door. “Let's focus on one thing at a time for now.”
She nodded and followed me out, but not before I caught the flash of hurt in her expression. I supposed she probably wanted something more for one of her rare apologies, and maybe she had a point, but this was as much as I could manage at the moment.
“Be subtle,” I said as we started for the restaurant. “Remember, if you could see her, she can probably see you, and she'll know what you're after.”
Alona nodded, but I got the sense her mind wasn't entirely focused on the task at hand.
“And if you start to feel…” I hesitated, not sure what to say.
“Less than myself?” she asked, her lips twisting into a wry smile.
“Don't even talk to her, just come find me.”
She nodded again.
I felt my heart pounding harder than normal as we walked into Krekel's, which was packed with the late lunch/early, early dinner crowd, and past a family that seemed to consist solely of screaming children and some people our age that I didn't recognize. They were just out living their normal lives, blissfully unaware of everything happening beneath the surface.
It took only about ten minutes to determine what I'd feared was reality. Erin/Lily wasn't here, and no one seemed to have seen her. So she hadn't come here, or she'd slipped in and out without anyone noticing. Either way, we had no way of knowing where she was now or even where to start looking.
“They have security cameras,” Alona pointed out, once we were back in the parking lot heading toward the car.
“Yeah, and how do we explain why we need to see what's on them, without getting the police involved?” I wanted to avoid that for as long as possible. If I could get things back to some semblance of normality before the Turners found out something was amiss, all the better. “And even if we could, the cameras won't tell us where she went from here.”
“So now what?” she asked. “Check every tattoo parlor, strip club, and doughnut shop between here and the Indiana border?”
I stopped in the process of pulling my keys from my pocket and stared at her. “Strip clubs? Really?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Closest thing to a party at two in the afternoon, probably, right?”
“I have no idea.” I tilted my head to one side, regarding her with curiosity. “Do you?”
“You wish,” she snapped, clearly offended.
In spite of everything, I almost smiled. “We're going to Malachi's,” I said, unlocking the car.
Alona made a face. “That place is so gross,” she muttered. “Seriously, a few hundred bucks more a month and he could have a place that
“Better office space isn't exactly his top priority,” I said, opening the driver's-side door for her to scoot across the seat. She could have opened her door, but with all the people in the parking lot, it didn't seem like a good idea. I hoped she wouldn't fight me on it.
“What does that mean?” she asked with a frown, climbing in without complaint.
I followed her in and slammed the door shut. “It means Malachi has other ways of attracting business.”
I waited until I'd backed out of the space in the crowded lot and got us on the road to Malachi's before sharing everything he'd told me about his sister's death, my dad's visit, and their unusual method for obtaining new customers.
“That's what she meant by Misty being just business,” she said, more to herself than to me. “So they're haunting people to make money, and they picked Misty because of me, because I was her best friend and I died?”
I nodded. “And because they thought her family probably had enough money to make it worthwhile.”
“Son of a bitch,” she whispered. Then she straightened up. “Malachi…
And that was pretty much how I felt about it, too.
But when we got to Malachi's storefront, it was as abandoned and locked up as when I'd been there earlier, and this time, the back looked the same. No van, no boxes, no Edmund.
The jerk had taken off. Evidently he'd gotten tired of waiting around for Erin. Or maybe he thought that she'd catch up to him if she could, and if not, well, then, that wouldn't be so bad, either.
“Shit.”
Alona raised her eyebrows at me. “What's wrong?”
“I don't know his last name,” I explained through clenched teeth. “I have no other way to track him down. I don't even know for sure if Edmund is really his first name. It's not like I asked for ID.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, for heaven's sake, don't be such a whiner.” She marched past me toward the back door.
“What are you—”
