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THE DAY THAT AMY WENT missing, that long, long ago Tuesday, Ricky came home late at night. Dusk had settled over the street hours earlier, while I stood at the living room window peering into the shadows. When Ricky got home, there were still two police cars parked in front of the Nessorsโ house and our sink was filled with dirty dishes. I remember the dishes because even more than the police cars outside, those unwashed cups and plates signalled something menacing to me. Amyโs disappearance had crept right into our kitchen and laid its cold hands on my mom, preventing her from washing up like she did every night.
I wasnโt really worried at first, not even when the police were in our living room asking me questions, but when Mom left the dishes in the sink, I felt, for the first time, a penetrating tremor of fear.
I was in my bedroom, though still wide awake, when Ricky finally wandered in through the front door. Mom hadnโt told me to go to bed, but I couldnโt stand watching her pace back and forth across the living room, so Iโd quietly put on my pyjamas and retreated to my room on my own. I had never stayed up this late before. It was as if the world had tilted to one side and everything around me was tipping over.
โWhatโs going on?โ I heard Ricky say.
โAmy, the little girl down the street, is missing,โ Mom said, her voice cracking. โZoe saw her getting into a car and now โโ
โZoe saw?โ
I came out of my room then. I stood at the end of the hall and looked at my brother. His hair was sticking up in places, as if heโd been running his hands through it. โShe was walking in front of me,โ I said. โShe got in a car and now they canโt find her.โ I turned to my mom. โSheโs not back yet?โ
Mom shook her head. โNo sweetie, but everyone is looking very hard for her. It was good that you saw something. It gives them a clue, a very important clue, to work with.โ
I turned back to my brother. โI had to tell the police what I saw. They came in the house and asked me questions.โ
My brother sat down heavily. โHoly shit,โ he said.
I HARDLY SLEPT THAT NIGHT, but when I walked into the kitchen for breakfast my brother looked even worse than I felt. His hand was twitching beside his bowl of cereal, and when he glanced in my direction, I could see that his eyes were bloodshot, narrowed to tiny slits. Mom was there, too, standing beside the counter with a mug in her hands. She was gazing out the window above the sink, staring into the backyard.
โOh! There you are,โ she said, turning in my direction. She gestured toward the table. โHave some cereal.โ
I wanted to ask about Amy, to find out if she had come home while we were sleeping. Each time I woke in the night, which was often, I thought about her empty bed. I pictured her pyjamas and her stuffies and her pillow โ all waiting for her to come back. โDid they find Amy?โ I finally managed to whisper.
Mom poured milk over my cereal. โI havenโt heard anything yet,โ she said. โBut Iโm going to walk you to school today, okay? And after school, I want you to wait for me. Donโt leave until I get there.โ
I nodded, but my throat was too twisted to swallow the cornflakes in front of me. I stirred the spoon around and around, watching my cereal grow soggy. โI wouldnโt get in anyoneโs car,โ I said.
โI know,โ Mom said. โBut still.โ
Ricky didnโt say anything. He sat like a zombie, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of cornflakes. โWere you with Darius last night?โ I asked. I wanted to know and I didnโt. I had tossed the question out casually, but in the split-second before he answered, I felt the tiny fissure of suspicion in my mind widen.
โYeah,โ he said, milk dripping from his spoon back into the bowl. He shovelled in another mouthful. โWe went to a movie.โ
I kept stirring my cereal. The mushy flakes sank to the bottom of the bowl. A few drops of milk dribbled over the side and onto the table. I traced a line through them with my finger, smearing the milk into a thin white arc.
We didnโt have a movie theatre in Dunford, but there was one in Leeville, which was only twenty minutes away. I wanted to believe Ricky. I had to believe Ricky. Heโd gone to the movies many times on a Tuesday because it was cheap night. And yet I couldnโt stop seeing Amy climb into the back seat of that blue car. Who else had been in the car? I struggled to recall specific details. Were there two shadowy figures in the front seat? And then, like a thought dropping from the sky, I remembered seeing a hat. A baseball cap. The driver was wearing a hat. I hadnโt told the police that. I hadnโt thought of it until now.
โThe driver was wearing a hat,โ I said suddenly.
โWhat?โ Mom glanced over at me, setting her mug down forcefully on the counter.
โThe car Amy went in. The driver was wearing a baseball hat. I think.โ
โYou think? Zoe, this could be important! The police said if
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