went over the hump I heard the voice more clearly and knew that it wasn't his. The Game Freak was waiting for me in a nest of stringy autumn grass. Ben was gone.
3
I called as loudly as I could.
''BEN!!!'
No answer came except for the sound of my own thundering heart and the Queen's tinny voice. She had finally found Modus, a great fat giant of a man with a bullet head and pencil-point eyes. She launched kick after kick, punch after punch, screaming her vow of vengeance as the two of them fought in an endless loop through a blood- drenched room.
'Now you die! Now you die! Now you die!''
I held the Queen of Blame close, and hurried back up the hill.
CHAPTER 2
time missing: oo hours, 2 minutes
The sun was dropping. Shadows pooled in the deep cuts between the ridges as if the canyon was filling with ink. I left a note in the middle of the kitchen floor: STAY HERE--I'M LOOKING FOR U, then drove down through the canyon, trying to find him.
If Ben had sprained an ankle or twisted a knee, he might have hobbled downhill instead of making the steep climb back to my house; he might have knocked on someone's door for help; he might be limping home on his own. I told myself, sure, that had to be it. Ten-yearold boys don't simply vanish.
When I reached the street that follows the drainage below my house, I parked and got out. The light was fading faster and the murk made it difficult to see. I
called for him.
'Ben? ''
If Ben had come downhill, he would have passed beside one of three houses. No one was home at the first two, but a housekeeper answered at the third. She let me look in their backyard, but watched me from the windows as if I might steal the pool toys. Nothing. I boosted myself to see over a cinder-block wall into the neighboring yards, but he wasn't there, either. I called him again.
''Ben! ''
I went back to my car. It was all too easy and way too likely that we would miss each other; as I drove along one street, Ben might turn down another. By the time I was on that street, he could reappear behind me, but I didn't know what else to do. Twice I waved down passing security patrols to ask if they had seen a boy matching Ben's description. Neither had, but they took my name and number, and offered to call if they found him. I drove faster, trying to cover as much ground as possible before the sun set. I crossed and recrossed the same streets, winding through the canyon as if it was me Who was lost and not Ben. The streets were brighter the higher I climbed, but a chill haunted the shadows. Ben was wearing a sweatshirt over jeans. It didn't seem enough. When I reached home, I called out again as I let myself in, but still got no answer. The note that I left was untouched, and the message counter read zero. I phoned the dispatch offices of the private security firms that service the canyon, including the company that owned the two cars I had already spoken to. Their cars prowled the canyons every day around the clock, and the companies' signs were posted as a warning to burglars in front of almost every house. Welcome to life in the city. I explained that a child was missing in the area and gave them Ben's description. Even though I wasn't a subscriber, they were happy to help. When I put down the phone, I heard the front door open and felt a spike of relief so sharp that it was painful. ''Ben! ' 'It's me.' Lucy came into the living room. She was wearing a black business suit over a cream top, but she was carrying the suit jacket; her pants were wrinkled from so long in the car. She was clearly tired, but she made a weak smile. 'Hey. I don't smell hamburgers.'
It was two minutes after six. Ben had been missing for exactly one hundred minutes. It had taken Lucy exactly one hundred minutes to get home after we last spoke. It had taken me one hundred minutes to lose her son.
Lucy saw the fear in my face. Her smile dropped. 'What's wrong?' 'Ben's missing.'
She glanced around as if Ben might be hiding behind the couch, giggling at the joke. She knew it wasn't a joke. She could see that I was serious.
'What do you mean, missing?'
Explaining felt lame, as if I was making excuses.
'He went outside around the time you called, and now I can't find him. I called, but he didn't answer. I drove all over the canyon, looking for him, but I didn't see him. He isn't next door. I don't where he is.'
She shook her head as if I had made a frustrating
mistake, and was getting the story wrong.
'He just left?'
I showed her the Game Freak as if it was evidence.
'I don't know. He was playing with this when he went out. I found it on the slope.'
Lucy stalked past me and went outside onto the deck. 'Ben! Benjamin, you answer me! Ben!' 'Luce, I've been calling him.'
She stalked back into the house and disappeared down the hall.
'Ben!'
'He's not here. I called the security patrols. I was just going to call the police.'
She returned and went right back onto the deck. ''Damnit, Ben, you'd better answer me!'
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