Chapter Twenty-Six

Eddie watched with great amusement as Jessica duct taped slices of bologna over the lenses of any camera that was in the same room as them. Mitch and Rusty had been busy this morning. It looked as if every corner of the first floor was wired for audio and video. He could hear them shuffling overhead as they presumably did the same on the second floor.

She was thoughtful enough to remove the bologna as they left a room.

“You getting a kick out of this?” he asked as they sat in the main dining room.

“Not really. In fact, I hate it. I hate myself for getting stuck out here. I hate every single thing about this place.”

“Just focus on the kids. You know as well as I do that everything happens for a reason.”

He hoped the reason wasn’t so he could re-master his abilities. He felt more in control of himself today than he had been in years. Because of his renewed psychic vitality, he was aware that the house was completely devoid of EB activity. It was a little unsettling.

Where are they?

“I guess we should go out and find them. It might be fun to play tag or something for a while. At least we’ll get some exercise,” Jessica said, pushing away from the table.

“Or you can stay here and help us,” Nina said, sauntering into the room wearing a long black dress and thick, knitted shawl.

“You’re a psychic,” Jessica said. “Read my mind.”

Nina stepped in her path, blocking her exit.

“Not your smartest move,” Jessica said, her jaw clenched.

“I don’t understand why we have to be on opposing sides here,” Nina said. “From what I can see, this is a case of the living versus the dead. Whether you like it or not, we’re on the same team.”

Jessica stepped back.

“That’s your problem. You think you can come in here, rile things up and leave when you have enough to titillate the masses. There’s no war to be had here. This is a place of tragedy. Sometimes it’s best to leave the dead in peace.”

Jessica angled her body to sneak around Nina without coming in contact with her. When Nina tried to block her again, Eddie pushed outward with his mind, sliding Nina back a good two feet until her ass came to rest against a dining room chair. The woman looked to him as if he’d just made a demon appear in the room.

Jessica walked away, oblivious to Eddie’s intervention.

“How did you do that?” Nina asked. Her hands gripped the sides of the chair for support.

“Just be glad it wasn’t Jessica shoving you aside. By nature, I’m a pacifist.” He paused. “We aren’t of the same nature.”

He left Nina in shock.

She doesn’t know as much as she thinks she does. Good. Keep her wondering.

The icy prick of tiny needles jabbed at the base of his skull. She was trying to pry inside his mind. He shut her out forcefully enough to cause her to grunt.

And stay the heck out!

Jessica took a deep, relatively warm breath when they went outside. She wished she’d brought a heavy jacket so being in the house wasn’t so bone chilling. Then again, who would think you’d need anything more than a T-shirt in the South Carolina summer?

She and Eddie went behind the house, expecting to hear Alice and Jason playing nearby. Only the rattle of leaves blowing in the wind greeted them.

“You think they’re back to skipping stones?” she asked.

“It’s what I’d be doing if I was a kid. Boys tend to obsess on anything that involves throwing stuff until they think they’re the best at it. We like to become legends in our own minds.”

Jessica laughed. After the tension with Nina, it felt good. They traipsed through the underbrush, searching for the spot they’d eaten at the night before. She listened for the sound of rocks plinking into the water. They found the spot, but not the children.

“Wanna try the dock next?” she said. Eddie shrugged and followed.

When the docks turned up empty, she began to worry.

“They’re somewhere,” Eddie said. “We just have to think like kids.”

“What if they went in the water and a riptide or something took them under?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think there are riptides in the harbor.” Closing his eyes for a moment, he said, “I can feel them. And yes, they’re very much alive.”

She nudged him in the side with her elbow. “Can’t you do one of your mind tricks where you latch onto them or something? I once described you as a human GPS to Angela.”

“I wish I could. That was one of the first things to go for me when things started to get bad. I’m feeling a lot stronger now, but I still can’t seem to tap into the things I used to.”

Jessica cupped her hands around her mouth. “Alice! Jason! Where are you? Meet us in front of the house so we can play!”

Eddie rubbed his ears. “And you’re a human dog whistle. I didn’t know your voice went that high.”

“You should hear me when I shout stranger danger. I was top of my class in second grade when they gave us that lesson.”

They walked back to the house, Jessica calling out for the kids every few steps.

“You still do that whole kickboxing thing?” Eddie asked.

“When I can. It’s hard to keep up with steady lessons when you’re on the road. A lot of towns I stayed in didn’t even have a place to do it. Why? You think I’m going to need to kick some living ass?”

“I hope not.”

When they got to the house and there was still no Alice or Jason, Jessica said, “Let’s split up. You take the west end of the island, I’ll take the east. Meet me back here in five minutes.”

“It shouldn’t even take that long,” he said. She saw the concerned look on his face.

“You can still feel them?”

“Yes. They’re here. Let’s go.”

Jessica’s heart thudded in her chest. This is what Eve must have felt all those times I wandered off in department stores, she thought. For some reason when she was a very little kid, she derived great joy out of hiding within the circular racks of clothes, sending Eve into a panic. Hearing her name on the intercom only made the game more fun. Her aunt never let her forget how awful it made her feel to make Jessica one of those leash kids. The little chest harness did wonders for her mental health, but it made her feel as if she’d failed as an adoptive parent.

She heard Eddie calling their names, answering his calls with her own. Daphne was standing on the front porch when they met back at the house. A look of expectant terror crippled her normally nonchalant features.

“Where are my children?” she asked, her hands balled into tight fists.

Jessica tried to settle her nerves, breathing in enough air to speak without the words fluttering from her lips. “I don’t know. Eddie and I have been looking everywhere. Can you check the house? Maybe they’ve been inside this whole time.”

“Yes, yes, they may be in their room. They like to do puzzles or read this time of the day. Will you please keep looking for them out here?” Daphne pleaded.

As much as Jessica wanted to remain angry with Daphne for duping her into coming to the island, her about-face over the misguided setup was winning her over. God help the person who came between a mother and her children. This whole farce was a wedge that had shaken Daphne into her senses. Before they could get to the business of sabotaging Tobe and Paul’s aspirations for television greatness, they had to find the kids.

Daphne slammed the door behind her. Eddie grabbed Jessica’s wrist.

He said, “Come on, there are a couple of places we still haven’t checked.”

Daphne scurried up the stairs, ignoring everyone as they tinkered with equipment in the hallway, crying out for Jason and Alice. She ran to their room, throwing the door open with so much force that it smacked into the wall, the knob putting a sizeable dent in the plaster. Their beds were still made, books and puzzles still in the cardboard boxes where they kept them.

She checked her bedroom and the bathroom. There was no sign of them.

Tobe intercepted her before she could head downstairs. He held her arms in a tight grip. He looked pale, paler than usual. Dark circles were beginning to bloom under his eyes. Neither of them had slept much last night.

“Why are you running around like a dog searching for a ball?” he asked.

“We can’t find Alice and Jason,” she said, her breath hitching as she said their names, the burn of burgeoning tears stinging her eyes.

He held her fast as she tried to walk around him. “I think you’re overreacting, Daphne. Just a bit. It’s a small island but there are plenty of places for them to hide. They have to be somewhere. I need you to calm down. We were just about to start filming. If you came barging in here two minutes later, you would have ruined the shot.”

She stared at him, into him, with utter disbelief. Their children were missing and all he cared about was having their filming interrupted.

“How dare you,” she hissed.

“Someone has to keep a cool head. If you just calm down, I guarantee you they’ll show up. We’re on an island. There’s no one here to harm them. You’re losing sight of why we’re here in the first place. You need to snap out of it.”

Daphne jerked back, releasing herself from his grasp. The others cast their eyes elsewhere when she turned to face them, embarrassed to be witness to the domestic dispute.

“Will you help me look for them, Paul?”

Her brother stroked his beard, looked to Nina and Mitch before answering. “Sure, sis. Just give me fifteen minutes. I’m sure they’ll come running back here, hungry, before then. I just need to finish up here.”

To hell with you both! she thought as she brushed past her husband.

Paul watched his sister storm down the stairs, ripples of anger left in her wake. And now he was worried too. A part of him felt that Tobe was right. The kids were safe and sound, probably hiding from one another and everyone else in the process.

But it wasn’t like Jason and Alice to disappear like that, not so long as to make the unflappable Daphne unraveled.

“Hey, maybe I should help Daphne look for the kids. It should only take a few minutes,” he said.

Mitch sighed, ducking his eyes behind his camera when Paul turned to face him.

“That’s a good idea,” Rusty said. “I remember all the times my boys happened to lose themselves, especially during soccer games, when they were young. I swear it’s the reason I lost my hair.”

“Thanks.”

Paul headed for the stairs. His chest collided with Tobe’s unyielding hand.

“You can look for them after,” his brother-in-law said.

Paul pulled him aside. “They’re your kids, man. You should be helping too. This can wait a few minutes.”

“Actually,” Mitch interjected, “we’re losing the natural light. We should get this in the can before it’s too dark.”

Nina leaned against a closed door, an odd smirk on her face. She said, “You’re worrying for nothing. I can feel them. They’re fine.”

Tobe spread his arms wide, his smile even wider. “See, even Nina says they’re all right. Now can we all please calm down?”

Paul didn’t necessarily have the same trust in Nina’s preternatural abilities as Tobe. But there was something in his eyes that warned him against delaying things any further.

“I hope you’re right,” Paul said. He noticed Rusty’s disgust as he shook his head and walked down the hall.

You better be right, he thought. What’s the sense of resurrecting the family’s finances if something were to happen to Alice and Jason? He stood on the X taped to the floor, waiting for Mitch to give him the thumbs up.