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Chapter no 6

The Reappearance of Rachel Price

Snow on a warm April morning that tasted like early summer, the road sun- dappled, trees in full, green bloom. Fake snow. Made of shredded paper, Ramsey told her. Not everywhere, that would have been far too expensive and they didnt have that kind of budget. But enough to set the scene, to cover the ground around the car.

Its the exact same car,” Ramsey said, too pleased with himself. A 2007 Honda Accord in royal blue.

Bel pretended to be impressed. Well, it couldnt be the exact same car; that one must be in police storage somewhere, but the same in all the ways that mattered. Parked roughly up on the shoulder there in the exact spot it had been found, matched up to the crime scene photos. In the middle of a small, nameless road that led out onto US Route 2, toward Moose Brook State Park at the other end. It was blocked off for lming, vans and trucks parked sideways across the entrance and exit, a morning chorus of angry horns.

Bels eyes were stuck, tracing the outline of the car. The same car Rachel was driving that day, the one she disappeared from, the one she left Bel behind in.

Ramsey was watching her.

Let me know if this is too weird for you,” he said.

This is too weird for me.

But Ramsey had already been called away by someone. There were four more crew members milling around today, another camera rig, more microphones, more metal trunks, more voices. One right in her ear now.

Hey, Bel,” Ash said, the sound of him so out of place in this road that was out of season, out of time.

Bel turned from the snowy scene to face him.

A small camera was mounted on his shoulder, the uy pad of an external microphone attached on top. The red recording light blinking. Bel blinked back at it.

Rams wanted me to lm some behind-the-scenes,” he explained. Fake snow,” Bel said.

Yeah, that stuff is a nightmare. Been here since ve. Just got to get through the lming and life can go back to normal.

Amen.

Hey, maybe they werent so dierent after all. Actually, forget that: Ash was wearing a white-and-black candy-striped shirt tucked into green ared pants with bright pink clip-on suspenders. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing one tattooed forearm.

See you came dressed for the winter weather,” she said. Always.

Least youll scare the bears away,” she said, trying to be as quick as he was.

Wait, theres bears in New Hampshire?” He swallowed, looking nervously at the trees.

Bel laughed, but so did Ash. It was a joke. That was annoying, now hed think he was funny. Which he wasnt, by the way.

Ash shued. Ramsey said you were ill on Thursday. I hope youre feeling better.

What are those?” She pointed at him.

Tattoos. Do they not have those in New Hampshire?

Yeah, but what are they?” Bel said, studying the designs tracking up just one arm, pale esh running like tributaries around the gray pictures.

Theyre memories. Family stu, you know.” “No, I dont know,” she said, pushing him.

He held out the arm, camera still rolling. That rose, thats for my sister, Rosie. Took the thorns out because shes nice all the time. The lily next to it, thats for my sisteryou guessed itLily.

The leaf?

g leaf, for my oldest sister, Eve. Shes married to Ramsey. Im the youngest, the baby. Thats me, the old campre. Im Ash, by the way. Never properly introduced myself. Ash Maddox. That bird above my elbow is my mum, Bridget, but everyone calls her Birdie.” Ash twisted his arm, showing her the bare, exposed patch by his wrist. Gonna get one for Ramsey too. He doesnt like the idea of being an old horned sheep.

The campres the worst one,” Bel said, taking a shot, getting him back for the bears.

Tell me about it.” An amused sniff that meant something more. Theyre all amazing people, my mum, my sisters, Rams. Im the only fuckup.

Have you considered, maybe, just trying to be normal?

A car pulled into the road then, saving Ash from her. They must have moved the truck to let it through.

Ramsey, shes here!” Ash called, using it as an excuse to walk away from Bel. He hadnt lasted long. Shes here.

Who was she? Not the horsefucker again, surely. Bel was the only one in the family scheduled to lm today, the only one they needed, because shed been the only one there when Rachel disappeared.

The car rolled to a stop thirty feet away, sunlight glaring against the windshield.

The passenger-side door opened. Rachel Price stepped out.

Bel froze.

A cold winter wind that only she could feel, inside and out, as she came undone.

It couldnt be.

Rachel covered her eyes against the sun. Dressed in the same clothes she was wearing when she disappeared. Black jeans and a red long-sleeved top, under a large gray quilted coat. The coat shed left behind in the car. The same age shed been that nal day.

Hi, hello,” she said to nobody in particular, in the crisp voice of a New Yorker.

Hi, Jenn, welcome back,” Ramsey said, jogging over. Bel, let me introduce you.

He caught Bels elbow, unsticking her, and walked her over to Rachel. Not Rachel.

A fake Rachel.

Bel could see that now, her mind thawing out, dripping cold down the back of her neck.

Thanks for the fucking heads-up,” she hissed, taking her elbow back from Ramsey, Ash following them with the camera.

Ramsey glanced down, eyes kind and concerned. Yeah, right.

I told you it was a reenactment,” he said. Thought you assumed.” They stopped.

Bel, this is Jenn, the actress wholl be playing the role of your mum today. Jenn, this is Bel, Rachel Prices daughter.

Good to meet you,” Jenn said, gum popping in her mouth, sticking out her hand.

Bel didnt take it. She was busy studying the stranger in front of her. The dierences were clear, now she was this close: the color of the eyes, the shape of the chin, no birthmark on the forehead. But for a moment there

You look like her,” Bel said, instead of a greeting. So do you,” Jenn replied.

As if she didnt dislike this woman enough already. Not as pretty, though,” Bel added as a quick jab.

Aw, well, your mom was beautiful. Im sorry about what happened to her,” she said, ddling with a strand of her yellow-blond hair. Im obsessed with this case, oh my gosh. I listened to a podcast about it last fall, called

Wine and Murder or something, and Im obsessed. Ob-sessed.” She split up the word, holding on to it like a snake.

Yes, you said. Three times.

Bels eyes icked over to Ramsey. A blink, slow enough for him to read. Fake snow and fake Rachels. This gum-popping idiot? He blinked back, like he almost agreed with her.

He clapped his hands. Long day ahead of us. Sooner we get started, the sooner we can wrap up.

Not soon enough.” “Thats the spirit, Bel.

Everyone was waiting. Ash stood there beside the car, headphones cushioned around his neck, beckoning Bel into the backseat.

Fake Rachel was behind the wheel. You guys dont actually want me to drive today, right? I dont have a license.

Ramsey shook his head, from the passenger seat.

OK,” Ash said, a little louder this time, gesturing at the backseat again.

The window on the other side was rolled down, a camera rig mounted half inside the car, to point directly into Bels face. Another camera set up on a tripod in front of the car, shooting through the windshield. Battery- powered light boxes hemming them in.

Lets get started,” Ramsey said out of his open window. Hop in, Bel.” Hop in. Like it was that fucking simple. Oh, shell just hop in, all right.

Bel took a step toward the backseat, the knot growing in her gut, a fake

ball of ice, sharp where it melted. She ducked her head, held her breath and climbed inside, Ash hovering too close like he could somehow speed the process along. Bel sat back, hands balled together in her lap, pressing against her stomach, kneading the knot.

You OK?” Ash said, like he was a fucking mind reader now. Bel lashed out at him. He was the closest, in range.

Just shut the door,” she snapped, inching when he did.

Done, OK. She was in the backseat. This wasnt so bad now, was it? No dierent from the front. Not really.

We shot the full reenactment yesterday.” Ramsey turned around to bring Bel into the conversation. Louise from the crew, her two-year-old was playing young you, Bel. Very cute. But while we have the real you today, this is more the interview part of the sequence. Ill ask Bel questions, and Jenn, today I dont want you to speak or react in any way, almost like youre not here.

Fake Rachel was just a prop, like the paper snow and the undrinkable water.

Why is she here, then?” Bel asked.

Were going to interpose the interview with shots from the reenactment, so you go from young Bel to you, sitting in that same seat, talking us through what might be happening, what youre feeling. Its hard shooting a reenactment when you dont actually know what happened, but I thought it was important for Rachel to have a presence in both time zones. Here, even though shes not.

Bel had something smart to say to that, but it was too late, Ash was in front of the car, holding the clapper board in front of the camera.

Someone else shouted, Action!” loud enough that birds scattered.

How does it feel, Bel?” Ramsey turned to her. Sitting here, in the same car, on the same road where your mum disappeared? To be reliving this moment?

Did it count as reliving when you couldnt remember the rst time? Fine,” she said. Bit strange.

Why is it strange?

Because there was a woman cosplaying as her dead mom, sitting in front of her.

That Im here, in the same way it happened sixteen years ago. I dont remember being here, but I know that I was. Right here, in a little blue coat.

She was wearing a blue sweater today, like Ramsey asked, the same color, to match. Look how Louise-from-the-crews cute two-year-old grows

up into this haunted young woman, you can tell by the bright blue.

I wonder, does being here in these exact same conditions, does it spark anything in your memory? Any images, feelings?

Shit, yes, now you mention it, Ive just suddenly remembered everything and solved the entire case, can you believe it? What a plot twist.” She didnt mean to do that. Just that Ramsey was now the closest, in range. And it was uncomfortable here, on the backseat. But memory didnt work like that. If it was gone, it was gone, or it had never existed in the rst place. If Ramsey needed her to have some big revelation for his lm to

work, she was going to have to disappoint him. Sorry.

Never apologize,” Ramsey said. I like the real stu, the unguarded moments.

Unguarded? She was as guarded as they came, mate. Layers of iron and steel between her skin.

Maybe its better to start with the little that we do know,” Ramsey said, defusing. Tell us how you were found. I know you dont remember, but what youve learned since.

This is all I know, from Julian Tripps testimony. I was found here, in the backseat,” she said, so tense that she wasnt truly sitting against it, stopping herself from sinking in, a hot ache in her lower back. It was freezing outside. Snowing. The real stu, not paper. But the car engine had been left on, so the heaters were still running, and the headlights were on. Mr. Tripp was driving the other way from Route Two. He spotted the lights, saw that the car had veered off onto the shoulder, half on the road. So he pulled up to investigate, see if anybody needed help.” Bel glanced out the window, as she might have done sixteen years ago, through smaller eyes. Had she been scared at the time, sitting here in the dark, all alone? Did she even know what scared was? He came up to this window. It was dark inside, but he had a ashlight, saw me here in the backseat. He told police that he called out a few times: Hello? Is anybody here? When he got no answer, he opened the door to see if I was OK.

And were you?” Ramsey asked, even though he already had all the answers.

I was ne, he told police. I didnt seem distressed, like maybe I hadnt been left that long. The heaters were on, so I wasnt cold at all. I was ne, not crying. He said I was babbling words and sounds, nonsensical, trying to talk to him. Hed met me before, but he didnt recognize me right away. After he checked that I was OK, Mr. Tripp called the police. This was all just after six oclock that evening. He sat with me, to keep us warm while we waited for the police to turn up. He gave me a juice box that he found in the footwell. He saw Rachels coat and purse there on the passenger seat, where you are now.

Ramsey was quiet, a reverential silence for the front passenger seat. Which was stupid, because this wasnt even the same car. Rachel had never been here.

It was cold that evening. Freezing, even.” Ramsey studied his phone screen. Twenty-three degrees Fahrenheit, or minus ve Celsius already at six oclock.

Thats cold,” Bel agreed.

Not easy for someone to survive out there in just a thin red top, without their coat,” Ramsey said, running his hands over said coat. Not the real one; the police had that too.

No, it wouldnt be easy,” Bel said. Unless youd planned it.

But she might not have been out in the elements for long,” Ramsey continued. Police brought in a K-9 unit the following morning. Snier dogs who followed Rachels scent from the abandoned car. They tracked her scent thirty yards up the road that way”—he pointed out the windshield

—“where they lost the trail, in the middle of the road. That might have been down to the snowy, windy conditions, and it doesnt mean that Rachel didnt walk into the trees, but police initially thought this indicated that Rachel got into another vehicle there, thats why the trail suddenly ends. Whether by her own will or not.

Wouldnt need your coat if youre getting into another car,” Bel said, putting an end to that thread of discussion, cutting it off like Rachels trail,

vanished in the wind.

Youve touched on something that many online theorists obsess over. The fact that the engine was left on, and the heaters too. If someone did abduct Rachel from the car, people theorize that they left the engine on and shut all the doors on purpose, to keep you safe, Bel, so you wouldnt freeze to death. People think this possible abductor could have been someone known to you, someone who cared about you and didnt want harm to come to you.

That had been one of the prosecutions theoretical arguments against her dad. Scrabbling at straws for their weak case.

Bel shrugged. I dont think so,” she said. If someone did take Rachel from the car, the engine was probably already running, and if they shut the doors, maybe its because killing a two-year-old would have gone against their moral code. Or they thought the crime scene would be more inconspicuous with the doors shut. Or maybe it was Rachel herself who did that, who left me here. Whether it was meant to be for a few minutes or… longer.

All more plausible. Rachel walking away from the car, walking away from her life, leaving Bel behind, but she didnt want her daughter to actually die in the process. Mother of the year right there.

On the topic of public opinion, of the enduring obsession with this mysterious, unsolvable case…”

He should talk to Fake Rachel there. Shed listened to one podcast and she was Ob-sessed.

Do you mind if I ask you about Phillip Alves?” Well, hed already asked, permission or not. Thatne.” Bel cleared her throat.

Phillip Alves, a plumber from Boston, who was thirty-seven at the time of Rachels disappearance, became xated on this case when it rst hit the news cycle. An obsession that only grew as time passed without answers. He traveled to Gorham, convinced he was the one destined to solve this case, to nd Rachel Price. Police suspect hed been watching your house, going

through your trash, taking photos. Can you tell us what he did to your uncle Jeff and aunt Sherry back then?

It was in the early days,” she said, before my dads arrest. The police were around a lot, as you can imagine, wanting to talk to everybody. Phillip Alves dressed up as a police ocer and went to interview Jeff and Sherry, asking questions about Rachel and our family. They didnt realize he was an imposter, only found out when they told Police Chief Dave Winter about this interview, but police couldnnd him.

Its believed that Phillip made regular trips to Gorham,” Ramsey said, over the following months and years, to stalk your family, to search for Rachel, growing more unstable. His wife left him, lost his job because he spent all day researching, reading the message boards. His obsession reached another boiling point in October 2014. Can you tell us about that incident?

Bel actually could this time, from her own memories, from her statements to police.

Uh, I was eight years old, in elementary school. It was a Thursday, and I was waiting for my dad to pick me up from school. But this police ocer turns up instead, tells my teacher hes supposed to collect me. She believes him, because of the uniform and the badge. So I go with him, he takes me to his car, tells me to climb into the backseat and put my seat belt on. I did. But he wasnt a police ocer. It was Phillip Alves.

He kidnapped you,” Ramsey said, voice breathy, in the shape of a gasp, like he didnt know exactly how the story ended. Besides, Bel didnt like using that word. So dramatic.

He didnt really take me anywhere, and I didndisappear for long. He drove a couple blocks away, parked, then turned around to talk to me. Kind of like you are now.

Ramsey didnt like that comparison, she could tell. And Bel didnt like being here, in the backseat again.

What did he want to talk about?

He wanted to ask me questions. Well, he was kind of screaming from the start. Sweating, angry. Tell me what you saw that day,” Bel whisper-

yelled in the voice of Phillip Alves. You saw who took Rachel, tell me who it was. You have to remember something, you were right there. I need to know what you saw.” She stopped; it was hurting her throat.

Was that terrifying for you?” Ramsey asked. Eight years old in a strangers car and hes screaming in your face, demanding answers you didnt have?

Bel had been old enough to know fear then. But she was even older now, and knew it was better to keep that to herself.

I just kept saying I dont know. That teacher called the police right after letting me go, realizing her mistake. Dave Winter, chief of police, hes the one who found me, got me out of the car. I was only gone about seven, eight minutes. Phillip was arrested, and they realized he was the same man whod interviewed Jeff and Sherry. That hed been stalking us for years.

Police of course looked into Phillip, in connection with Rachels disappearance, but found no evidence of his involvement,” Ramsey said, rounding off the story for her. Phillip pled guilty to charges of stalking, kidnapping and impersonating a police ocer, and served three years in state prison. He was released six years ago, but upon his release, your whole family led a restraining order against him, is that right?

Yep. Hes not allowed anywhere near us.

Ramsey cleared his throat. Weve actually been trying to contact Phillip, to see if hell talk to us for the documentary. If we nd him and he agrees to an interview, is there any message you would want to pass along?

Bel thought about that for a moment, now she was ten years older and ten years meaner. Fuck you, I guess. Why do you think you deserve the truth more than anybody else?

Ramsey looked pleased with that answer.

Good,” he said. Thats really good, Bel. OK, I think we should stop for lunch.

Lunch was a sad, wilted sandwich and a bag of chips. Bel ate hers silently, watching Ash and James ddle with the camera rig in the car window, Ash being pointed around here and there, go get this, go get that.

Fake Rachel was standing close by, facing the other way. She hadnt eaten because she was off carbs, apparently, had an audition next week. Made sure everyone knew that.

Ive not done a documentary before,” Jenn said to one of the crew.

Louise, Bel gathered, the mother of the little Fake Bel.

No? What do you think of this case? Mind-boggling, huh?” Louise asked her, checking quickly side to side, making sure they werent being overheard.

Surprise, Bel was standing right here, twenty feet behind them. Should have checked harder.

Isnt it?!” Jenn said. Like, how did they disappear in the mall, just vanish into thin air, and then the kid turns up here, alone?

The kid didnt know either.

Just crazy,” Louise agreed. What do you think happened?

Honestly,” Jenn said, her abrasive voice dipping into whispers, not any quieter. I think its pretty obvious what happened.

Obvious, huh? Please, do share. It was the husband.

The knot outgrew Bels gut all at once. Winding up her spine, python- strong.

He must have killed Rachel. That makes the most sense.

I guess its always the husband,” Louise said, half committed to it.

I feel bad for the daughter, honestly,” Jenn continued. What a sad, messed-up life.

Belst closed around the chip packet, squeezing it to death. How fucking dare she? Give Bel two minutes alone with her, then shed have a sad, messed-up face. Best of luck with the audition.

Bel threw the balled-up packet toward Fake Rachels head. Hey!

It made contact.

Ten points.

But Bel was already moving past them, shoes angry and fast against the rough dirt road. She didnt look back.

Was that what they all thought, the crew? The extra ones today and the original four, the ones Bel was starting to trust. Ash? Ramsey? Maybe Bel had never been in control of the story, just a prop, repositioned where they wanted her.

The knot grew inside, pulling harder, so Bel walked faster, almost a run.

Beyond the replica car, footprints in the fake snow, toward the thick canvas of trees.

They swallowed her whole, welcoming her into their shadows, vanishing her.

Bel?

Well, not quite.

Oi!” A voice followed her into the trees. Ash.

Oi,” Bel repeated, picking up her pace. Donoi me, what even is that?

Where are you going?” He struggled to keep up, the hem of his pants snagging on the forest oor.

Im storming o,” she spat.

Oh, right,” he said. C-could you do that a bit later? Weve got a few more scenes to shoot.

Bel turned back, wildre in her eyes, a growl in her throat. Fuck o, Harry Styles.

So he did.

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