Definitely Dead

come out, but she couldn’t find him when she went in to check.”
    “So Mrs. Jasper was there waiting for Cody?”
    “Yes, she was the only one left, sitting there in her car with her grandchildren.”
    “This is very scary. I don’t suppose David knows anything?” David, Holly’s ex, lived in Springhill and had remarried. I registered the departure of the Pelts: one less irritant.
    “Apparently not. Holly called him at his job, and he was there and had been all afternoon, no doubt about it. He called his new wife, and she had just gotten back from picking up her own kids at the Springhill school. The local police went by their house and searched, just to be sure. Now David’s on his way here.”
    Holly was sitting at one of the tables, and though her face was dry, her eyes had the look of someone who’d seen inside Hell. Danielle was crouched on the floor beside her, holding her hand and speaking to Holly urgently and quietly. Alcee Beck, one of the local detectives, was sitting at the same table. A pad and pen were in front of him, and he was talking on his cell phone.
    “They’ve searched the school?”
    “Yeah, that’s where Andy is now. And Kevin and Kenya.” Kevin and Kenya were two uniformed patrol officers. “Bud Dearborn is on the phone setting up an Amber Alert.”
    I spared a thought for how Halleigh must be feeling right now; she was only twenty-three or so, and this was her first teaching job. She hadn’t done anything wrong, at least that I could tell—but when a kid goes missing, no one escapes blame.
    I tried to think how I could help. This was a unique opportunity for my little disability to work for the greater good. I’d kept my mouth shut for years about all kinds of things. People didn’t want to know what I knew. People didn’t want to be around someone who could do what I could do. The way I survived was keeping my mouth shut, because it was easy for the humans around me to forget or disbelieve, when the evidence of my odd talent wasn’t shoved in their face.
    Would you want to be around a woman who knew you were cheating on your spouse, and with whom? If you were a guy, would you want to be around a woman who knew that you secretly wanted to wear lacy underwear? Would you want to hang with a gal who knew your most secret judgments on other people and all your hidden flaws?
    No, I thought not.
    But if a child was involved, how could I hold back?
    I looked at Sam, and he looked back at me sadly. “It’s hard, isn’t it, cher ?” he said. “What are you going to do?”
    “Whatever I have to. But I have to do it now,” I said.
    He nodded. “Go on down to the school,” he said, and I left.

Chapter 6
    I DIDN’T KNOW HOW I WAS GOING TO ACCOMPLISH this. I didn’t know who would acknowledge that I could help.
    There was a crowd at the elementary school, of course. A group of about thirty adults was standing on the grass on the street side of the sidewalk in front of the school, and Bud Dearborn, the sheriff, was talking to Andy on the front lawn. Betty Ford Elementary was the same school I’d attended. The building had been fairly new then, a straightforward single-level brick building with a main hall containing the offices, the kindergarten, the first-grade classrooms, and the cafeteria. There a wing to the right for the second grade, a wing to the left for the third. A small recreational building was behind the school in the large playground, attainable by a covered walkway. It was used for the children’s bad-weather exercise sessions.
    Of course there were flagpoles in front of the school, one for the American flag and one for the Louisiana flag. I loved driving by when they were snapping in the breeze on a day like today. I loved thinking of all the little children inside, busy being children. But the flags had been taken down for the day, and only the tied-down ropes moved in the stiff wind. The green lawn of the school was dotted with the occasional candy wrapper or crumpled notebook paper. The school custodian, Madelyn Pepper (always called “Miss Maddy”), was sitting on a plastic chair right outside the main school doors, her rolling cart beside her. Miss Maddy had been the custodian for many years. Miss Maddy was a very slow woman, mentally, but she was a hard worker, and absolutely reliable. She looked much the same as she had when I had gone to school there: tall, husky, and white, with a long fall of dyed platinum hair. She was smoking a cigarette.