Seconds Away

CHAPTER 16

When we got home, Myron and I went our separate ways. I did homework with the television on, hoping to catch updates of the shooting at Rachel’s house, but the cable news had no mentions of it.

I thought a lot about Rachel sitting in that hospital bed. I thought about Ema and the rumors Spoon had heard. I thought about my mother going through detox. I thought about my father dead and Bat Lady’s cryptic words. I thought about Myron’s warning about the dangers of being a hero.

I was going to go online and search for Rachel’s name, but before I did, I flipped stations, figuring I’d check the local news. Channel Five ran its ominous nightly warning: “It’s ten P.M., do you know where your children are?” before flashing to the news.

The anchorman had black hair that looked like a plastic wig with wet paint and enough rouge on his cheeks to remind me of a visit to the Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus.

“The president visits troops overseas. A shooting in Kasselton leaves a mother dead and a daughter hospitalized. And that soda you’re drinking? It might be poisonous. We’ll tell you all about the big soda scare and how to stay safe-after this commercial break.”

I looked down at my glass of water. I was glad it wasn’t soda.

When the waxy anchorman came back, he talked about the president and then he got to the “soda scare” story, which told how one person claimed to have found a worm in a certain soda that he got in a fast-food restaurant in West Nyack and so the how-to-stay-safe warning seemed to be to check your soda if you bought it at a certain fast-food restaurant in West Nyack.

Finally: “A shooting in a ritzy neighborhood in Kasselton, New Jersey, last night left a mother dead and her daughter with a gunshot wound to the head.” The screen now showed Rachel’s house. “The shooting of Nora Caldwell and her daughter, Rachel, took place in this lavish mansion. Police believe that it may have been a break-in gone wrong, but they also say it is too early in their investigation to speculate.”

So they knew nothing, I thought.

There were many things that were bothering me about the investigation. For one thing, I had been at Rachel’s house the day before the shooting. She told me that her parents were divorced, that she lived with her father, who was mostly absent (traveling around with Trophy Wife #3), and that her mother lived in Florida. How come she didn’t mention that her mother was up visiting and presumably staying in her ex-husband’s house?

Did that make sense?

Had Rachel just thought that it wasn’t important to tell me her mom was visiting-or was there something else there?

I didn’t know. But something didn’t sit right.

On top of that, what was up with Chief Taylor’s weird hospital visit? I assumed that he must know Rachel via his son, Troy-I was trying not to grit my teeth as I thought about this-but what was up with him not wanting Rachel to talk to Homicide Investigator Dunleavy until she talked to him first? Was he afraid of what she’d say-or, more likely, was Chief Taylor just being a tool who wanted to know everything first?

I climbed into bed, thinking about the fact that both Rachel and I had lost a parent. It made you feel like you were always standing on shaky ground, like the earth could give way at any time and that you could fall and no one would be able to grab you.

I thought about Ema and the rumors. I wondered where she was right this very second, whether she was okay. I picked up my phone and texted her: Just wanted to say good night.

Two minutes later, Ema replied: u can be such a big girl sometimes.

I smiled and texted back: OK. Good night.

Ema: I got some info on your Nazi paramedic.

Me: What?

Ema: let’s meet before school bell Monday. I can show u then.