along, and he said heâd be fine, but he was concerned about leaving young Huntley on his own. I was about ready to turn in, but said Iâd come on up to the house, thereâs a movie Iâve been wanting to watch on his big-screen TV. And thatâs what I did.â
âWas Chris there when you arrived?â Katie asked.
Ben shook his head. âNope, didnât see him, must have just left.â
âWhat about the truck?â
Ben frowned. âThe truck? Canât recall. I assumed heâd taken Pita though. Thatâs rough terrain for his old beater.â
âThen what?â
âWell, letâs see.â He rubbed a hand over his chin.
âI zipped upstairs to see if Huntley wanted to watch the movie, but he was already sawing logs, heâd put in a full dayâs workâheâs a good worker, that boy.â
Sheila scowled and sipped her chocolate milk.
âThen I made myself some coffee so I could stay awake. I went to the living room, slipped my video in the machine and settled on the couch.â
âDid you watch the whole movie?â
âYou kidding? Have you tried that couch? Itâs so soft you feel like youâre floating in the clouds. And Iâd been working hard since six oâclock that morning. Donât think I got through ten minutes before I nodded off. Never touched my coffee. Next thing I knew, the back door creaked open and I leapt off the couch. Couldnât believe it was after two already!â
âWas it Chris?â
âChris? At the door?â He shook his head. âThatâs what I figured at first.â
âSo who was it?â
âTurned out to be Ryan, my son. He came looking for me, said he got worried when I was so late.â
âDoes he have keys for the house?â
âI generally leave all the keys right there,â he nodded at a row of key hooks beside the door, âbut I took them with me that night. Ryan found a key for the back door he used as a kid. Thatâs why he came in that way, he took the shortcut to the back of the house.â
âThen what?â
âUhâ¦let me think. I went into the hall to meet Ryan, we talked for a minute and then I went back to shut off the TV. Ryan offered to stay at the house until Chris came home.â
âAnd? Did he?â
âNo need. Thatâs when Chris arrived at the front door. We said goodnight and wandered on home.â
âSo you both went out the front door?â
âYep.â
âDid you notice the truck then?â
âAs a matter of fact, yes. It was there all right. I remember because it was pinging away like it does when it cools. Sounded way louder in the quiet night.â
âWhich means the truck had been running,â Katie said, making a careful note.
âWell, yeah, I guess youâre right. I was too sleepy to think about it at the time, but now you mention it, I guess I did know something I didnât know I knew!â
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W orse and worse. Everything they learned made her dad look guiltier. If he went out in the truck that night, thenâ¦she couldnât think about it right now. With her thumb, Sheila traced a big âxâ in the condensation on her chocolate milk glass and vaguely heard Katie ask to use the bathroom.
âSure thing, just down the hall next to Ryanâs room.â Ben nodded in that direction.
Katie closed her notebook, placed her pen and empty glass on top, gave Sheila a warning glance and left the room.
Sheila wondered what that was about.
âYour friend fancies herself a detective, does she?â Ben asked after they heard the bathroom door close.
Sheila nodded. âKatie manages to stumble across a mystery everywhere she goes, like sheâs some kind of bad-luck charm.â She stared at her hands, fingers locked together on the countertop. âI should never have brought her here.â
âWhat? Sheila, whatever happens