Emily Kenyon 01 - A Cold Dark Place

exceedingly personal. “Have you heard something about Jenna?”
    He shut the door and struggled to adjust the front seat to accommodate his six-foot, 200-plus-pound frame.
    “No. Let’s drive away from here”
    Without speaking, she put the car in gear and it rolled from the lot to the main street.
    “Let’s go to the park and talk. And no, I haven’t heard anything about Jenna. But that’s what I want to talk about”
    “You’re scaring me,” she said, her eyes switching from the road to Kip, then back again.
    “Don’t be scared. We’re just going to talk and we just can’t do it at the office. Too many people listening all around”
    A spot under a willow that hung over the street like an archway. She parked and they walked over to a picnic table. A couple of preschoolers played nearby on a jungle gym, their mothers fixated on their every flip and twirl. A poodle was tethered to the slide. It barked sharply. It was a sunny morning and for a moment it seemed like any other day.
    But that was all about to change. Kip lit up a smoke and faced Emily, his big brown eyes full of concern.
    “Look,” he said, “I know this is awkward. But I need to know how you and Jenna were getting along.”
    Emily knew where he was going and she didn’t like it one bit.
    “How can you even say that to me? You know we got along. Are you trying to suggest that she ran away?”
    Kip narrowed his gaze. “That’s right. There really isn’t anything to suggest that she left against her will. You know that. She wasn’t abducted”
    “We don’t know that. We don’t know anything for sure. And where is this coming from?” Emily stood up. She wanted to leave. It felt so insulting that her boss, her friend, a man that she trusted more than just about any other would sit there and utter such a cruel lie.
    “I talked to David. He said that Jenna wanted to come live with him. You’d argued about it. Isn’t that right?”
    The poodle got off his leash and started running through the park. One of the mothers was frantically chasing him, while calling over her shoulder for her daughter to stay put.
    The distraction was only momentary, and Emily’s anger was a volcano.
    “Goddamn that David! What an idiot! He thinks his backbiting comments against me are helpful in his daughter’s disappearance? What kind of a man would put his hate toward his ex-wife over the love of his own little girl?”
    “David called us. He talked to Jenna late last night. She called him. She’s fine. She’s-“
    It was a molten iron spike to her heart. “What? He talked to her? Why didn’t he call me? Where is she? What did she say to him?”
    Kip motioned for her to be seated. “Take a breath. One question at a time, all right?”
    Emily planted herself on the rough-hewn wooden bench, her heart pounding and sweat dampening her underarms. She was mad and relieved at the same time. Jenna was alive. She wasn’t Polly Klaas. Jenna Kenyon was alive!
    “Please,” Emily said, “tell me everything my daughter said.”
    Kip exhaled a stream of smoke. “David told us she called last night about midnight. Said she was calling from a pay phone-the caller ID indicated she used a calling card-I knew you would ask. She was a little shaken. She said she’d be home soon. She was helping a friend in trouble.”
    “What friend?”
    “She didn’t say. David pressed her for more details and she was pretty adamant that none would be coming. She did say one thing for you, though. `Tell mom, I’m doing the right thing.”’
    Emily flashed to the sheet metal sign that hung in her daughter’s bedroom. It was the same sign that she’d displayed when that room was hers. It was made to look like a NO PARKING sign and read:
    DO THE RIGHT THING —EVEN IF IT HURTS.
    “What else did she say?”
    Kip shook his head. “Nothing. That’s all. David said she was on the phone no more than a minute, if that long.”
    Distrust won over relief. “I don’t believe him. That bastard’s got her. My daughter is not a runaway.” She didn’t even care that Kip was right next to her and was going to hear intimate family business.
    She flipped open her cell phone and punched the code for David. It rang five times then the recording came on. Jenna must be with him. If she was with anyone else, if that ridiculous story about a mysterious phone call was true, then David would be standing by waiting for another call or even news from Emily in case she had received a