forensics guys out, it’s usually too late to get anything because they always disappear outside.”
“No ‘human’ footprints? What about animals?”
“There aren’t any big enough to take a child, so I don’t think they’re looking.”
“Wolves? Coyotes? Bears? My parents always warned me to watch out for them.”
“The only wolves in Arkansas are red wolves, which are too small to snatch preadolescents. And if it was something like that, they would at least find…” She cocked her head trying to find a nice way to put it. “Remains.”
“Point taken. It must be a boring summer for them. No hiking, fishing, swimming…”
“It is for the locals’ kids. They’re the only ones being abducted. If your dad drives a Beamer, Mercedes, Lexus or Volvo…”
“You’re safe?” I found that hard to believe. “So it can’t be wild animals then. They’re not that discriminating. What do you have to do tomorrow?”
“The case worker, a guy named Matt, wanted me to come and check things out for myself. He’s worried the board isn’t going to believe him and wanted an outside opinion.”
“Is he single?” Lonna, like myself, had the most rotten luck in love.
“No such luck. Happily married for thirty-four years.”
“Too bad.”
The waiter arrived again, so we ordered our main courses,
“Earth to Joanie,” she called and poked me in the arm with a mussel shell. “What happened with Robert?”
“You would ask.”
“Of course. Things seemed to be going so well.”
“Right. As well as they could be with a married man.”
“I thought he was separated?”
“He was.”
“Is he still?”
“No.” I tore off a little piece of bread and stirred it in the thick maroon sauce. “I think when Cabal got bought, he decided he’d better make nice with the wife in case he lost his job and needed her to support him.”
“How did he tell you?”
“Gads, you’re merciless tonight, woman.”
“It’s my job.” She winked. “That’s what my boyfriends like to tell me.”
“Well, he called me into his office.” Images flashed into my mind of the long walk down the sterile white hallways. “My shoulder was still in a sling so I wouldn’t move it and open the wound. That arm was hidden under my spare lab coat. He didn’t see it at first. When he did, he didn’t react like he normally would have. You know, by jumping up and coming over to take care of me. A look crossed his face… How to describe it? Pain? Regret for having to kick me while I was down? I don’t know.”
“This was after you’d heard your job was no longer there?”
“You can say fired.” I took a sip of my wine. “It’s the reality of it. I was packing up my office when he called.”
“Did you know what was coming?”
“I could hear it in his voice. He asked me to sit down, and he got up and closed the door. I noticed he was limping a little.”
“Serves him right.”
“No kidding. So then he told me since we didn’t have any excuse to see each other on a daily basis, he didn’t know if he could deal with that level of deception.” I felt the all-too-familiar pressure of tears and my vision blurred. “He said he respected me too much to start using cheap motels and made-up business trips.”
Lonna rolled her eyes. “Yet he didn’t mind the chair in his office.”
I smiled a little, and a tear rolled down my cheek into the corner of my mouth. Its warm track turned cold after a second. “So no more boyfriend. That’s what I get for seeing a married man.”
“You just had, what is it called? Where the mentee falls for the mentor.”
“Maybe.”
We both took a sip of our wine, and I wiped my eyes with the napkin.
I looked down at my half-eaten
“Take it with you.” Lonna swirled the little bit of wine left in her glass. “You can put it in the fridge and have it for lunch.”
That’s one of the things I liked about Lonna. She made up any excuse for dessert. It’s amazing she kept her model-like figure.
The chocolate mousse came, and we talked about other things over coffee and dessert. Before we knew it, it was nine o’clock, and Lonna raced back to her apartment with me in tow so we could get up early to drive to Crystal Pines in time for her ten o’clock meeting with Matt.
It bothered me a little I hadn’t told her the rest of my story. Later, it bothered me a lot. I don’t know if it might have saved her—and our friendship—but maybe she would have been more careful. Or maybe I would have.
Chapter Two
It was still dark when Lonna woke me with a shake.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Gads!” I rolled over and turned on the light. We both squinted.
“You were dreaming.”
I ignored the invitation to tell her what. It was too frightening. The image of the large black wolf, its eyes blazing red in the reflection of the fire, snarled and cornered me behind some shrubbery. I woke up every morning just one step ahead. In my dreams, it never turned back like it had
“What time is it?”
“Five thirty. We need to be out of here by six thirty, seven at the latest. It’s a good three-hour drive up there.”
“Have mercy, woman, and make me some coffee.”
“Coming right up.” Lonna laughed and left the spare room.
“Good morning, sunshine,” I mumbled to myself. I walked into the bathroom and turned to see if I had dark circles under my eyes. I don’t know why I bothered. They had become a constant accessory since the dreams started.
“You look gorgeous,” Lonna said from the door, and I jumped. She held two cups of steaming coffee.
“God bless you, woman. And no, I don’t. You’re the only one I know who wakes up as beautiful as she was when she went to sleep.”
“You’ve lost weight, though. And you didn’t have any to spare. Your collar bones are sticking out.”
I pulled down the collar of my nightshirt. “If I have, I’m surprised. I’ve been a slug since I got fired.”
“You look like you did when you started school. Take a shower, raccoon-eyes. It’ll wake you up.”
I stuck my tongue out at her and inhaled the aroma of the coffee. Strong, but light and sweet. Perfect. Just how I liked my coffee…and my men.
At seven, we were on the road, I-40 headed west. I followed her green Jeep Cherokee in my Geo. Luckily we were going against most of the traffic, the commuters from Conway, and other communities west of Little Rock. I popped U2’s
