“Alright,” he said. “I want to meet tonight so I can hear what you’ve learned.”

“That’s fine.”

He named a restaurant and we agreed on eight o’clock.

“Eight tonight,” he reiterated. “I hope you have some information for me.”

I was hoping for the same thing.

FORTY

Jordan told me that he’d called Coronado and arranged for a visitor’s pass for me. What he didn’t tell me was that I’d also find Gina Coleman.

She was sitting in a chair outside the main office, paging through the school newspaper.

She set the paper down when she saw me. “You took longer than I thought.”

“You my babysitter?”

“Depends.” She smiled. “Do you need babysitting?”

“No.”

“Then I’m just along for the ride.” She paused, watching me.

I eyed the turtleneck she was wearing. “How’s your neck?”

She pulled down the collar. There were several finger-sized purple and red marks just to the right of her throat.

“I’m sorry,” I said.

She let the collar slide back up her neck. “I’ll live.” She messed with the collar, getting it back in place. “So. How angry are you that I’m here?”

I wasn’t angry. I was expecting something like this. Jordan wasn’t the type to take orders from someone else without pushing back. This was his way of pushing back. If he’d sent one of the two goons, I would’ve been angry. But Gina was competent and had been honest with me thus far.

I shrugged and walked past her into the office.

Lana McCauley was behind the desk. She slid a visitor’s badge across the counter to me. “Mr. Jordan arranged this for you, Joseph.”

“Thank you.”

“Please don’t misuse it.” Her tone was filled with disapproval.

“I won’t. I’m just trying to help.” I hung the pass around my neck. “If I need to see a student’s schedule, who should I speak with?”

“Me,” Lana said, her lips pursed, her thick eyebrows furrowed together. “The student’s name?”

“Derek Weathers.”

Lana tapped at her keyboard.

“What are you doing?” Gina asked, coming up next to me at the counter.

I ignored her.

The printer next to Lana’s computer buzzed to life and quickly spat out a piece of paper. She retrieved it and laid it on the counter in front of me. “There you are.”

“I need a couple of others,” I said.

Her lips pursed some more and her eyebrows furrowed deeper. “Joseph, I’m not sure…”

“I’m trying to help find Meredith Jordan,” I said. “Nothing else. I can have Mr. Jordan call and confirm that again, if you’d like. But I want the schedules.”

She tried to hold my gaze, but couldn’t. I didn’t like putting her on the spot and undermining what she saw as her domain. But I was hired to find Meredith and to help Chuck. I couldn’t worry about ruffled feathers.

She shifted her eyes away from me and began typing. “Names?”

I gave her the ones I wanted and thirty seconds later, the printer produced several more sheets of paper, She pushed them across the counter to me.

I took them. “Thank you, Mrs. McCauley.”

She gave a curt nod in dismissal.

Gina and I stepped out into the hall.

“You were kind of rude to her,” Gina said.

I paged through the papers in my hand. “She wanted to have a pissing contest. If it was her kid that was missing, you think she’d give a shit about printing out a couple of schedules?”

Gina shuffled her feet, but didn’t respond.

When looking for my own daughter, I’d learned immediately to be direct with people, to put the onus on them. Most people didn’t understand the urgency in looking for someone that was missing. It wasn’t my job to make them understand. It was my job to get the information I wanted. If people got their feelings hurt, that wasn’t my problem. I wasn’t looking to make friends. I was looking for a teenage girl no one else could find. That was the only thing that mattered.

“You know the layout of the school?” I asked. “Where the classrooms are?”

“I know it well enough,” Gina said.

I held out Derek Weathers’ schedule. “I wanna start with him.”

FORTY-ONE

Derek Weathers was in Room 246, studying AP English with a teacher named Mr. Ridley. The room was at the end of a long, wide hallway lined with classrooms and blue and red lockers. Painted signs hung on the walls in between the classrooms, exhorting various sports teams. The carpeting that lined the floor appeared to have just been vacuumed. It was quiet.

We reached the end of the hallway and stood across from the classroom door. I was expecting a bell to signal the end of class, but instead it was a series of chimes that sent the students streaming out into the hallway, turning the quiet into an eruption of voices and laughter.

Derek was one of the last students out of Room 246. A blue baseball cap sat backward on his head and a pencil was stuck behind his left ear. He wore a black Rolling Stones T-shirt that showed off the muscles in his chest, tattered cargo shorts and flip flops. A textbook hung from his right hand.

He saw us immediately and froze in the doorway. His buddy Matt nearly ran up his back.

“The hell are you doing, dude?” Matt asked, annoyed, chucking him in the back of the shoulder.

Derek didn’t answer and Matt followed his gaze to us.

“Got a minute?” I said to Derek.

Derek’s face settled into the same cocky sneer I’d witnessed at the hotel. “Not really, bro. Got history now.”

I held up the papers in my hand. “We got you a pass. Bro.”

He shrugged.

I motioned for the door at the end of the hallway and he started that way. Matt followed behind him.

“I didn’t get you one,” I said to Matt. “Take off.”

Matt’s face reddened. He pivoted and headed down the hallway, glancing back at us once before he disappeared around a corner.

Gina, Derek and I walked through the glass door at the end of the hallway and stepped outside. The air was still cool, a slight breeze blowing across the athletic fields toward us. Moisture on the grass glistened in the sunlight.

“Make it quick, alright?” Derek said, frowning at us. “I don’t wanna miss-”

Before I could say anything, Gina grabbed his left arm and swung him hard into the building. His back thudded against the brick facade, the book flew from his hand and he grunted.

“Don’t be an asshole, Derek,” Gina said, right in his face, a hand pressing against his chest. “I know it’s a challenge for you. But do your best.”

He tried to put the sneer back on his face, but he was missing the arrogance he needed to make it work.

“You know where Meredith Jordan is?” I asked. “And before you answer, think about this. If you lie to me, I’ll find out.” I stepped in right behind Gina. “Then I will break both of your arms. That isn’t an idle threat just meant to scare you, to make me seem tough. If you lie to me, I will find you and I will fracture your forearms.” I took his left arm in my hand and pressed my thumb into his ulna. “Right there is where I’ll do it. I’ve done it to guys a lot bigger than you. It will hurt like hell and you’ll cry and you’ll have trouble jerking off for six to eight weeks.” I stared at him. “So think before you answer.”

He yanked his arm out of my grasp and pushed Gina’s hand off his chest. He looked back and forth between us several times. Indecision and fear lined his face.

“I don’t know where she is,” he finally said.

Neither Gina nor I spoke, waiting to see if he had anything else to add.

He kept his mouth shut.

“Who would know where she is?” I asked him.

He licked his lips, trying to regain some composure. “Megan’s her best friend. If anyone would know, it’d be here.”

“She doesn’t know.”

He shrugged. “Then I don’t know, dude.”

“Tell me about the time you saw her father hit her.”

He couldn’t hide his surprise. “How’d you know about that?”