Deep Betrayal

route. Calder kept his eyes straight ahead and left the car in park. “It’ll take us six hours to drive to Thunder Bay, and that’s just one way,” he said.
    I looked at the legend and walked my fingers down the interstate. “Twelve hours? Plus who knows how long it will take us to find her. My mom’s never going to let me be gone that long.”
    “Have you tried calling for your dad again?”
    I folded up the map deliberately, taking my time to line up the creases before I answered. “No. Have you?”
    “I’ve tried, but he’s not responding. I thought maybe you might have had better luck.”
    “We don’t need his help,” I said.
    “He’s not the bad guy,” said Calder, leaning toward me. “He’s just a little lost right now.” He pressed his head to mine. “Three searchers are better than two, particularly when one can’t swim very fast.”
    I gave him a little head butt and he sat back, rubbing his forehead. “Okay, fine. I get it. You don’t want his help.”
    “How far a swim is it to Isle Royale?” I asked.
    “Just because driving would take too long doesn’t mean we’re swimming. It’s over a hundred nautical miles. That’s too far for you.”
    “I can handle it,” I said.
    “No.”
    I pushed harder. “Our little boat can’t make it that far. It’s too small to cross that much open water. Swimming is our only option.”
    Calder shrugged and adjusted the rearview mirror. “No problem. I’ll get us a bigger boat. There’s plenty to choose from in the marina.”
    “Let’s not add to our troubles, okay? Maybe the Pettits would lend us their Sun Sport.”
    “Which one of us is better equipped to ask for it?” asked Calder, chuckling low under his breath.
    “Let me try the traditional way,” I said. “I’ll ask politely. They might say yes.”
    He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me close. “Gotta love your optimism. Just let me know when you get the no, and I’ll pick us up something nice.”
* * *
    In the end, I was right. Jack might have fallen into hysterics when I told him why we needed the boat, but he handed me the keys anyway, saying “You’re delusional. We both know who’s behind it all. Quit being so gullible.”
    I ignored Jack and prepared for our trip, packing food and putting on the best fate-tempting outfit I could find: a Jimi Hendrix Isle of Wight Festival T-shirt, dated August 1970. If this was going to be our last hurrah, so be it.
    Calder didn’t seem as fatalistic. I wondered if he planned on leaving me alone in the boat while he searched. If he did, he was a slow learner.
    Calder checked the gas tank and filled an extra can. He spread maps on the captain’s stand. “I’ve never gone that far north above the surface,” he explained. “I need to get my bearings.”
    “How long will it take to get there?”
    “About three hours if we really power it.”
    “That’s still so long.” I lifted the seats and pulled out the white vinyl cushions, uncovering Jack’s cinder-block anchor, and his dad’s scuba suit. Calder started the engine, and I leapt off the boat to untie the dock lines. As Calder backed from the slip, I walked the boat back, holding the line just as I’d seen Gabby do, and jumped onto the side rail as it pulled away.
    “Very good,” Calder said. “I’m impressed.”
    Once we cleared the no wake zone, Calder pushed the throttle forward and headed north, toward Basswood. The closer we got, the more the muscles in Calder’s jaw flexed and jumped.
    “What’s wrong?” I finally asked over the drone of the engine. “You know Maris isn’t there. They’re probably still camping on Oak.”
    “Just bad memories,” he said.
    “Tell me.”
    He looked over at me with a frown, sighed, and cut the engine. The momentum of our wake caught up with us and the boat bobbed several times before the water settled.
    “This is where they trapped me. This is where I was when I heard you agree to jump.”
    “Oh.” I should have known by the look on his face not to ask. I got up and reached for the key to restart the engine. We didn’t have to talk about this. It was better that he kept his mind clear. We had other things to worry about than the past. But he caught my hand.
    “This is where I was when I saw you, through Tallulah’s mind, at the top of the cliff, and realized I could never make it back in time.”
    “You did make it back.”
    “Not in time to save you.” He bowed his head and scowled at the floor of