here, Jay,” Maxie called. “And so is Lou. You remember Lou Malone?”
“Your cop?”
Lou shot Max a look. Since when had he been considered her cop?
“Jason, what’s happened to Delia?” Maxie asked quickly.
“I don’t know. That’s just it. She was on a trip with her best friend, Janie. Headed up the coast to celebrate spring break. Senior year, you know? Then I got this call from her. She sounded terrified, Storm. Said she was in trouble. We got cut off after that. And to be honest, the entire call was broken, full of static, I could barely hear her most of the time. But I’m sure she said the name of a town—Endover, New Hampshire.”
“And that’s where you are now?” Stormy asked.
“Yeah. It’s like a freakin’ ghost town here.”
“You’ve tried to call her back?” Max asked.
“That was the first thing I did. First through hundredth. No luck. It’s freaking weird, Max.” He sighed, a broken sound. “But I believe she’s here—I think they both are.”
“When did you get that phone call, Jay?”
“Earlier today,” he told her.
“And you haven’t heard from her since?”
There was the slightest delay before he said, “No. Not a word.”
Stormy looked up at Max. Lou saw that they’d both heard the hesitation. Jason had started to say something else, then thought better of it.
“I need you guys to come down here. Immediately.”
Stormy opened her mouth, but Lou spoke first.
“Have you called the police?”
“Hell, Lou, you know as well as I do they wouldn’t take this seriously. Not when she was out on a road trip with a friend. They’d think I was being overprotective, melodramatic, alarmist.”
“Are you sure you aren’t?” Lou asked.
Max sent him a furious scowl and mouthed “Knock it off.”
“It’s all right, Jason,” Stormy said. “Look, this is what we do for a living now. Right, Max?”
“Right,” Max said. “Jason, you’re in Endover now, correct? “
“Yeah. The motel where I’m staying is at the north edge of town on 1-A, on the right. The North Star Motor Lodge. You can’t miss it.”
“All right.”
Stormy had turned to the computer and was typing rapidly as Jason spoke. Lou looked at the monitor over her shoulder to see she had punched the information into an online map-making program. She hit Enter. About three seconds later the driving directions appeared, and she hit the print button. “Jay, it looks like it’s about four and a half hours from here. Allowing time for us to pack a bag or two, we can be there by 5:00 a.m.”
“Wait a minute, wait a minute,” Lou said. “Jason, these two have already driven close to eight hours today. And not without incident,” he said with a sharp look at Stormy and Max when he sensed they were about to object.
Max sighed. “He’s right. We shouldn’t be driving without a few hours’ sleep.”
She didn’t surprise him. He knew her concern for Stormy would be the one thing that would outweigh her rush to help out an old friend.
“How about we get a decent night’s sleep and leave first thing in the morning? We could still make it by noon.”
Lou hadn’t realized he’d said “we” until he felt Max’s eyes on him, and by then it was too late. Then Jason voiced the question he was already asking himself.
“What do you mean, ‘we’? Look, Lou, I don’t want the police involved in this.”
“I’m not the police. Not anymore. Retired a few months ago, kid. Any other reason you don’t want me in on this thing?”
The suspicion and the hint of inexplicable animosity in his tone were not entirely unintended. He couldn’t seem to keep them out, and he didn’t particularly want to. This guy on the phone was sending up so many red flags, Lou could hear them flapping in the breeze.
“Of course not,” Jason said. “The more help I have on this thing, the better. Noon tomorrow will be fine. Thank you, guys.”
“You’re welcome, Jason,” Maxie said.
“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Stormy added.
Jason hung up without a goodbye. Stormy reached to hit the disconnect button, but Lou held up a hand. Sure enough, the second click came, just as it had before. They both heard it, and he saw their eyes widen. Then he nodded, and Stormy hung up.
Stormy looked at Max, then at Lou. “Something is wrong with him.”
“His sister’s missing,” Max said. “It’s like he said, it’s amazing he can form a coherent sentence. You know how he adores her.” She snatched the pages off the printer and took a look at the driving directions.
“Seemed like more than that,” Lou said.
“Hell, Lou, you barely know him.”
“That makes me more objective. Besides, I’m a cop, remember? “
“Ex-cop,” she corrected.
“Once a cop, always a cop. And I’ll tell you, kid, after twenty years, you get to know when something’s off, and something about your friend Jason is definitely off. Way off. And then there are the monitored phone calls.”
“You can’t be sure that’s what that extra click was,” Max said.
He nodded, conceding that. “Can’t be sure it wasn’t, either.”
She shrugged. “I can be sure of one thing, though.”
“Yeah? What’s that, Nancy Drew?”
She met his eyes and smiled the most triumphant, smug little smile he’d ever seen her wear. “You’re planning to come with us.”
He couldn’t even argue with her. Instead, he sighed and lowered his head.
“I need more pizza,” Maxie said. She walked out of the office, a little bounce to her step on her way to the kitchen, where they’d left the extra slices in a box on the island.
Lou watched her go and tried to quell the little voice that told him it was a mistake to give in to her yet again. But there was an even bigger feeling, one that was far more important. It sat like a brick in the pit of his stomach, and it told him that something very bad was waiting for Mad Maxie Stuart in Endover.
