Jeff was never what you’d call chipper. He was a bear, just waking up from hibernation, loggy-headed, trying to figure out where he was.

“I was going to call you,” I said. “I wanted to make sure the site’s working okay.”

“It’s fine,” he said. “I was checking it this morning. Your mail’s working and everything.”

“Okay,” I said. “You want a cold drink or anything? They didn’t throw everything out of the fridge.”

“I’ll have a look,” he said and opened the appliance door. His body blocked out the interior light. He pulled out a can of Coke and cracked the top. “I haven’t been sleeping so good,” he said.

“Something on your mind?” I asked him.

“Just worried about Syd. I thought she woulda gotten in touch.”

“Yeah,” I said.

From someplace upstairs: “Oh my God!”

“She’s kind of over the top,” Jeff said softly, tipping his head in Patty Swain’s direction. I knew he liked hanging around with Patty, but her rough edges made him uncomfortable. I’d never heard Jeff swear, not even a “damn.”

“She’s her own person, that’s for sure,” I said.

Jeff stood there looking around the kitchen, not mesmerized by the mess, but off somewhere in his thoughts.

“Why do you think Sydney didn’t like me?” he asked. His choice of tense threw me off for a second, but then I realized he was referring specifically to that period when she’d just broken up with him.

“That’s not true,” I said. “I know Syd likes you.”

“But she must have told you something about why she didn’t want to go out with me anymore.”

I forced a smile. “There’s clearly a lot Syd hasn’t shared with me. Not just about her relationship with you.”

Jeff shrugged. “I mean, she likes me as a friend, I guess. Lots of girls like me as a friend. Patty likes me as a friend. But that starts to feel a bit pitiful after a while.”

“You’re a good guy, Jeff,” I said. “It can take a long time for the right person to come along.”

He looked at me and I could tell he didn’t believe me, but he was too polite to argue. “Sure, I guess.” He guzzled down most of the Coke in one gulp.

“I really hope Sydney comes back soon,” Jeff said, his eyes heavy.

I waited a moment, then said, “Jeff, all this mess, someone breaking into this house, it all has something to do with Sydney. She’s in some kind of trouble.”

“Uh-huh.”

“So I’m asking you, I’m asking you as her father, to tell me if there was anything going on that might have made her run off. Maybe something you’ve thought you should tell me but haven’t so far.”

“I just don’t know,” he said. “Like I said, we’re just sort of friends now. Maybe, before, she would have told me.”

If she hadn’t dumped me, he seemed to be saying, maybe I’d be able to help you now.

“If you think of anything…” I said, not bothering to finish.

“I got to take off,” Jeff said. “I just wanted to come by and see how it was going. Can you tell Patty I had to beat it?”

“Sure,” I said.

About a minute after he left, Patty came back down to the kitchen. “Where’s Jeff?” she asked. “He go back to the circus?”

“What?”

“You know. The tranquilized bears they train to ride the little bicycles?”

“That’s mean, Patty,” I said.

“I say it to his face,” she said. “He’s cool with it. He knows I’m kidding.”

“It’s still mean.”

She was all innocent. “He’s a big boy. You should hear the stuff he says about us. About the girls.”

“What sort of stuff?”

“Like we’re all a bunch of skanky sluts. But he’s just joking around, too. And he’s wound up kind of tight, too, you know? Like, you say ‘shit’ or ‘fuck’ around him and he gets all weird, like he’s a goddamn minister or something.”

“Why would he call Syd a skanky slut?”

“Oh, so you’re not surprised he’d call me that.”

I wouldn’t be baited. “Patty, you push the envelope. It’s your thing. I’d never call you a skanky slut, but a girl who walks into a house and the first thing out of her mouth is ‘motherfucker’ shouldn’t be shocked by what people might think.”

She tilted her head to one side. “Go on.”

“But Sydney, so far as I know, didn’t do anything to cultivate that kind of an image.”

“Cultivate,” Patty said. “Yeah.”

“So why would Jeff say that about her?”

Patty actually gave it some thought. “I think, maybe, because she dumped him, Jeff was thinking, okay, if I run her down, then maybe she was never worthy of me in the first place.”

I nodded. “That’s pretty good.”

Patty noticed some canned goods still on the counter and started putting them away in the cupboard. She followed me around the house for the next couple of hours, helping me tidy, asking me where things went, taking bags of garbage to the side of the house and jamming them into the cans. We worked side by side, and although sometimes we were tripping over each other’s feet and bumping shoulders, we got a rhythm going. Patty’d hold a trash bag open, I’d dump stuff into it. I’d get the vacuum out, she’d move a chair out of the way.

She threw herself into it, working up a sweat, a stubborn strand of streaked hair repeatedly falling forward into her eyes. She tried blowing it away, and when that didn’t work, tucked it behind her ear until it came free a few seconds later.

We were standing in the kitchen, having a drink of water.

“That thing you said, about DVD players in vans being a sign of the end of civilization?” I said.

“Yeah?”

“You might be onto something.”

She smiled. An honest, genuine smile. It reminded me a little of Sydney’s. I fought not to let the thought ruin this moment Patty and I were sharing.

She said, seemingly out of nowhere, but maybe not, “My dad was a complete asshole.”

I didn’t ask.

I CALLED LAURA CANTRELL and brought her up to date. No Syd, trashed house. Laura said that was too bad. Once she was done with that outpouring of sympathy, she was about to ask when I was coming back to work. I headed her off at the pass and told her I’d be in for the afternoon sales shift, which began at three.

In some ways it made no sense going back to work. The mystery surrounding Syd’s disappearance had deepened. I felt I should be out searching for her, but I didn’t know where to turn anymore. I felt overwhelmed and powerless.

I couldn’t just hang around the house. With Patty’s help, I’d made a lot of progress getting the place back in order. I couldn’t sit there waiting for the phone to ring or an email to land. People knew how to reach me at the dealership.

I left the house around two-thirty. I plugged Syd’s iPod into the outlet in the CR-V as I drove along the Post Road to work.

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