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Chapter no 27

The Reappearance of Rachel Price

โ€œHis passport is missing too?โ€

Dave Winter eyed her across the table, tapping a pen against his notebook,ย ๏ฌ‚ickering in and out of a beam of morning sunlight.

โ€œYes, Iโ€™ve checked everywhere,โ€ย Bel said, breathless from explaining.ย โ€œButโ€”Iโ€™m trying to tell youโ€”my dad wouldnโ€™t leave. Trust me. Something has happened to him, something bad.โ€

โ€œAnd it looks like a bag has been packed? Clothes missing? His wallet?โ€ โ€œYes.โ€ย Bel held on to the word, borrowing Aunt Sherryโ€™s snakes. Hands

squeezing each other,ย ๏ฌngernails leaving half-moon imprints.ย โ€œBut again, Iโ€™m saying he wouldnโ€™t leave me. Itโ€™s completely out of characterโ€”thatโ€™s what you ask, isnโ€™t it? What all the reports said about Rachel at the time. Something bad has happened and I want toย ๏ฌle a missing person report. You need to look for him. Itโ€™s urgent. Youโ€™ve already left it too longโ€”we should have done this last night.โ€

Dave Winter sighed, unclicked his pen.ย โ€œAnnabel, I understand this feels like an emergency to you. But as an adult, your dad has a legal right to disappear without telling his family, if thatโ€™s what he wants to do. I gotta tell you, all the signs are looking like he left voluntarily, no sign of foul play. Bags packed, passport and wallet gone.โ€

Bel shook her head.ย โ€œSomeone just wants us to think that. Why wouldnโ€™t he take his truck, if heโ€™d decided to leave?โ€

Dave sighed again, picked up his pen,ย ๏ฌ‚icked a couple pages back.ย โ€œWhen did you last see him?โ€

โ€œTen oโ€™clock Saturday night, when I went to bed.โ€ย Bel leaned forward, separating her hands.ย โ€œI donโ€™t know when he went missing, sometime before morning. But that means itโ€™s been almost thirty-six hours since he was last seen. No one has heard from him, and his phoneโ€™s been o๏ฌ€ย the whole time. You need to start looking for him. Now.โ€

Her leg juddered against the underside of the table, just nine days since she was last here, talking about a reappearance, not a disappearance, tables turning, sides shifting again. And Dave Winter still wasnโ€™t listening.

โ€œIโ€™m not sure thereโ€™s anything I can do.โ€

โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€ย Bel straightened up, locking her jaw, the knot in her gut spitting sparks.ย โ€œYou can do exactly what you did last time one of my parents went missing. Look for him. Track his phone. Get search dogs. Do it all.โ€

โ€œI canโ€™t justify a full investigation like that,โ€ย he said, trying to be understanding, failing.ย โ€œYour momโ€™s disappearance was di๏ฌ€erent; the circumstances were suspicious and it was evident she was in danger. Your dadโ€ฆa grown man has a right to take o๏ฌ€ย for a day or two if he wants. Itโ€™s understandable, given the situation. Rachelโ€™s return probably hasnโ€™t been easy on the family. Ms. Nelson told me it sounded like there was a family argument at your house on Friday. She saw your dad storming o๏ฌ€ย down the street. Itโ€™s just stress, blowing o๏ฌ€ย steam. Iโ€™m sure heโ€™ll be back in a couple of days.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re wrong.โ€ย Bel slammed oneย ๏ฌst against the table, making his notebook pages fan back.ย โ€œYouโ€™ve already been wrong; you said heโ€™d probably turn up last night. He didnโ€™t. Something bad has happened to him. The circumstancesย areย suspicious and heย isย in danger.โ€

โ€œIn danger from who?โ€

โ€œRachel!โ€ย The knot in her gut exploded and Bel did too, her new promise to Dad shattered and forgotten.ย โ€œItโ€™s something to do with Rachel!

Sheโ€™s back for just one week, and now my dad disappears? Itโ€™s connected. Itโ€™s something to do with her.โ€

Not just something; it was everything to do with her. Rachel was a liar; sheโ€™d orchestrated one disappearance, and now sheโ€™d made Dad disappear too. Bel should have worked harder, faster, toย ๏ฌnd evidence and remove Rachel from their lives. Now it might be too late; Dad was already gone, the worst had already happened. The last thing heโ€™d asked her to do was to trust Rachel, and now Rachel had taken him from her.

โ€œIโ€™m sure itย isย connected,โ€ย Dave said.ย โ€œRachel coming back after being presumed dead all this time was an unprecedented event. And the stress of knowing the man who took her is still out there. I thinkย Iโ€™dย want a break if all that happened to me.โ€

โ€œMy dad didnโ€™t leave!โ€ย she shouted, bothย ๏ฌsts on the table.ย โ€œAnnabel, you need to cโ€”โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t tell me to calm down.โ€ย She took aim with her eyes, blinking theย ๏ฌre his way.ย โ€œYouย need to do your job. File the missing person report and look for him.โ€

Daveโ€™s mouth opened silently, building up another sigh. Anger wasnโ€™t going to push him, but something else might.

โ€œYou owe him,โ€ย Bel said, darkly, lowering her voice.ย โ€œYou owe him, and you know it. Youโ€™ve been wrong about him before. Convinced he was the one who killed Rachel. Locked him up, made him face trial. You were wrong and you put him through hell. Hereโ€™s your chance to do the right thing. You owe him. Please. Help meย ๏ฌnd him.โ€

Daveโ€™s mouth stayed open, but there was a shift in his eyes, and a shift in his shoulders.

โ€œOK,โ€ย he said gently. Hisย ๏ฌngers drummed the table, dancing spiders.ย โ€œIโ€™m going to need a written statement from you for the report. Iโ€™ll need all his details: phone number and carrier. It will take a few days to subpoena the records. I need bank details, if you have them, papers at home.โ€

โ€œYes,โ€ย Bel said, breathless again. A new feeling too: hope. It was small and fragile, and she fed it to the knot in her gut.ย โ€œI can do that. Right now.โ€

โ€œAn o๏ฌƒcer will have to come out to the house, do a search. And weโ€™ll need a statement from Rachel too.โ€

โ€œThank you,โ€ย she said, throat dry and scratchy. Eyes too, fromย ๏ฌtful bursts of sleep,ย ๏ฌghting it all night, watching the door in case Rachel came for her too.

Dave stood up from the table, knocking his knuckles against it once.ย โ€œDonโ€™t thank me,โ€ย he said, holding his notebook against his chest, eyes heavy and sad.ย โ€œLike you said, I owe him.โ€

Bel nodded. They all did.

โ€”

Bel didnโ€™t go home again until it was dark. She closed the front door, wincing at the sound of the latch, giving her away. Home, except it wasnโ€™t anymore; the air was di๏ฌ€erent, it got trapped in your ears, amplifying every creak and sigh that a house was supposed to make. And the ones it wasnโ€™t: footsteps from the living room, mu๏ฌ„ed and creeping.

Rachelโ€™s head appeared around the corner, the rest of her body following, trapping Bel in the hallway.

โ€œAn-B-Bel. Where were you?โ€

Bel shrugged o๏ฌ€ย her jacket.ย โ€œJe๏ฌ€ย and Sherryโ€™s. Where were you?โ€ย She shot the question back at her.

Rachelโ€™s mouth twitched, sharpening her chin.ย โ€œAfter the o๏ฌƒcersย ๏ฌnished their search here, I went to give my statement to the chief of police, told him the last time I saw Charlie, before I took a bath that evening. I didnโ€™t hear him leaving, but he must have, during the night.โ€

Bel took one step forward, forcing Rachel to take one back, freeing her.ย โ€œI thought you werenโ€™t sleeping well,โ€ย she said, heading for the kitchen. Rachel tailed her.ย โ€œStrange you didnโ€™t hear anything.โ€ย Using one lie to un-ย ๏ฌ‚ip another.

Bel reached for the refrigerator, pulled out the carton of apple juice Rachel had bought. Said sheโ€™d missed it while she was in that basement.

โ€œHe must have been quiet,โ€ย Rachel said, from the doorway.

โ€œMust have been.โ€ย Bel took a sip, straight from the carton. Rachel didnโ€™t react.ย โ€œItโ€™ll be OK,โ€ย she said instead.ย โ€œI promise.โ€

Bel tipped her head up and drained the carton, wiping her mouth on her sleeve.

โ€œWhere were you the rest of the day? Doesnโ€™t take six hours to give a statement.โ€

โ€œDriving around,โ€ย Rachel said,ย โ€œto the places I thought he could be.

Looking for him.โ€

Bel squeezed the empty carton, caving it in. She dropped it into the trash can, on top of a red takeout co๏ฌ€ee cup, a logo with a cartoon cow, pursed lips to blow a steaming mug. Rachel must have stopped at a co๏ฌ€eehouse while outย looking for Dad.

โ€œYou didnโ€™tย ๏ฌnd him, then?โ€ย Bel spun around.

Rachel had moved into the room while Belโ€™s back was turned, feet silently tracing theย ๏ฌ‚oor. Both of them circling the other, pushing and pulling. Getting ready.

โ€œNo, I didnโ€™tย ๏ฌnd him,โ€ย Rachel said.

โ€œI will.โ€ย Bel met her eyes.ย โ€œIโ€™llย ๏ฌnd him, bring him home.โ€ย Said as a promise, meant as a threat.

Rachel blinked.

โ€œRisotto for dinner. Do you like risotto?โ€ โ€œI already ate.โ€

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