Page 193 of Ice Darling
It’s true. Despite his sweater vests and Oxfords, there’s something a little unhinged in Ray’s eyes.
A locker door slams shut behind us, and we all jump when we notice the new guy, Campbell, peering at Chance’s laptop.
“Who’s that?”
“None of your business,” I bark.
The new guy throws both hands high. “Not trying to get into your business but…I think I just saw him.”
I shoot to my feet so hard that Campbell jumps back. Grabbing his shoulders, I growl, “Where?”
“At The Tipsy Tuna. It was during lunch today. He was asking why that garage… What was it called again? It was named after a color…”
“The Pink Garage?” I gulp.
“Yeah, that one.” Campbell snaps his fingers. “He asked why the building was empty and where the mechanics were now.”
Chance and Gunner stiffen behind me.
I brace my hands behind my head, my stomach dropping right out of my body.
Gwendolyn’s husband is here.
In Lucky Falls.
It would be great if he were here to catch up with Sasha and Cordelia. Theyarefamily after all. But I can’t get over those twisted captions.
I’ll never forget, and I won’t let them forget either.
I fumble for my cell phone. “I’ll call Cordelia.”
The line rings and rings.
She’s not picking up.
Panicked, I try Sasha.
My desperation fills the entire room, and Gunner and Chance start scrambling around and making calls too.
Campbell draws closer to us. “What’s going on? What did that guy do?”
I don’t know the new guy well enough to tell him anything. And even if I did, what would I say?
The woman I love has a twin who died in childbirth, and I believe her late twin’s husband has been harassing her.How do I know that?I saw some subtle threats on social media, which means he’s probably said even worse things to her in person, and now, he’s in town, and I have no idea where either of them are.
The phone connects.
“Sasha!” I pace away from Campbell.
“Viking, what a lovely surprise. Are you calling to check on Gordie?”
“Gordie?” I stop abruptly.
“Yes, we have Gordie here with us.”
“Ma’am,” someone says in the background, “which one of these shoes would you like me to box up?”
“Just a second, Viking.” There’s a rustle of fabric, and then Sasha says casually, “I’ll take everything from this wall to the next.”
