Free Eyes Wide Open by Andrew Gross Page B

slightly and the person was smoking.
    And they seemed to be watching me.
    “Jay . . . ?”
    Kathy’s voice brought me back. “Sorry . . .” I said, ducking back under the carport.
    “I said that Maxie’s coming back tomorrow. I’m picking him up at school. And Sophie said she texted you . . . She’ll call them later today.”
    “Okay . . .”
    I heard an engine start up and glanced back and saw it was the car I’d been watching.
    The headlights flashed, momentarily blinding me. I was about to turn away when the driver’s window rolled down and the person behind the wheel, eyes still seemingly fixed my way, flicked their cigarette onto the street.
    In my direction.
    Then they rolled up the window and drove away.
    The whole thing had the feel of some kind of strange warning.
    “Jay, have you even been hearing me?” Kathy sighed, frustration in her tone. “You know, you’re not going to change them. You know that, don’t you?”
    “Yeah, I know that, Kathy.”
    I stepped out from under the carport and watched the car drive away down Division Street. “But what happened to Evan was wrong, Kathy. And when I get back on that plane Thursday, what the hell else have they got?”

Chapter Fifteen
    “T hat was nice,” Gabby called from the kitchen after Jay had left, finishing cleaning up.
    Charlie had picked up his guitar again. “Yes.” He strummed a few chords distractedly. “It was nice.”
    “Here, do something . . . ,” Gabby said to him. “You’re always in your own world. Make yourself useful.” She bundled up a bag of trash and handed it to him to take out.
    “All right.” He put down the guitar and, without objecting, took the bag outside to the plastic trash bins on the side of their apartment.
    She was right, of course, he decided—it was nice to have Jay out here. To feel they were close again. Like time had taken them back to a simpler and better day. Even if . . . Suddenly the reason Jay was there came back to him.
    Even if it was because Evan had died.
    He lifted the plastic trash cover and was about to drop in the bag when . . .
    He barely noticed it at first.
    It was just lying there, on top of yesterday’s trash. Staring back at him—as if alive.
    And in a way it was alive!
    “Gabby! ” he tried to scream. “ Gabby! ” dropping the trash bag, but nothing came out.
    Only a tsunami of shock and overwhelming confusion swept through him.
    It was a black Nike sneaker.
    His heart came to a stop. Evan’s sneaker.
    The one he’d been wearing up on the rock the day he died.
    The one they never found.
    Hands tingling, Charlie gingerly picked it out of the trash bin. Yes, he was right—he was sure!
    It was Evan’s sneaker.
    What could it possibly be doing here?
    At first his heart almost exploded. Overcome with joy. This proved it, didn’t it? What he’d felt all along? That Evan wouldn’t have killed himself.
    He turned to shout: Look! Look what I found.
    Gabby!
    But then he stopped. The elation throughout his body shifted to fear. He scanned around, expecting someone to rush out of the shadows at any moment. But no one was there.
    He held the sneaker like a priceless relic, tears welling in his eyes.
    He knew he couldn’t tell anyone. Not Gabby—poor Gabby—who would die herself just to see this.
    Not even Jay.
    No, no one could see this. Because he knew who had put it there. The past had brought it. Just as he always feared.
    The past.
    That’s what it meant.
    That the past had found him.
    And there was nothing he could do about it. Nothing he could do to stop it now.

Chapter Sixteen
    I took Charlie and Gabby to view Evan’s body the next day, and it was one of the toughest things I ever had to do.
    He had a deep gash in the back of his head. Some reconstructive work had been needed. He had a calm look on his face, that same little smirk, like he knew more than the rest of us, seeming finally at peace.
    Gabby kissed him all over his face and hands and said her