When the doorbell to the condo rang, Alice thought it was probably the police. She was prepared. She would tell them how Gina had come to her door the night before, apologizing and wanting to go for a night swim in the ocean, and how Gina had seemed intoxicated.

But when Alice opened the door, it was Mrs. Bergeron, Gina’s mom, standing on the landing. Alice had never seen her without makeup on before, and she almost didn’t recognize her. Her skin was blotchy, and she had bags under her eyes. “Is she here?” she asked Alice.

“Who? Gina?”

“She’s missing, Alice. I went into her room this morning and she hadn’t even slept there.” She was stepping into the house, uninvited, and Alice suddenly panicked that Jake was about to come down the stairs naked.

“She’s not here, Mrs. Bergeron,” she said, “but she was here last night.”

“She was? When?”

“I don’t know exactly. It was late. She knocked on the door, and she seemed really drunk. She apologized about dinner, and asked me if I wanted to go swimming.”

“Swimming?”

“That’s what she said. I told her I was tired and going to bed, and she left. That’s all I know.”

“Why did she want to go swimming? It’s so cold out.”

“I know. I thought it was strange, too, but she wasn’t herself. I shouldn’t have let her . . . I should have . . .”

“Jesus, do you think she went swimming by herself? Stupid, stupid girl.” Mrs. Bergeron’s eyes were jittery. “Can I use your phone?”

“Of course.” Alice led her into the kitchen, and to the wall-mounted phone. Mrs. Bergeron plucked the receiver up, then pulled out a card from the front pocket of her jeans, dialed a number. Alice could see that the card was from the Kennewick Police Department.

“Is that Michael?” she asked, her voice panicky. Then: “I think she went swimming. In the ocean . . . Last night . . . Okay, yes. Okay.”

Alice watched the conversation from the doorway, and jumped a little when she realized that Jake was standing right behind her. “What’s going on?” he said.

“Gina’s missing,” she said, turning. He was dressed but he hadn’t shaved yet. His dark stubble was flecked with grey.

“Since when?” he asked.

“She was here last night, after you fell asleep. She was drunk.”

“Did you—”

He was interrupted by Mrs. Bergeron hanging up the phone, and racing out of the kitchen. “I have to go, Alice,” she said, moving toward the front door.

“Can we do anything to help?” Jake asked, but she had already left.

Alice went to shut the front door, while Jake went into the kitchen.

“Do you think I should help them look for her?” she asked him as he was pouring coffee into a mug.

“She’ll turn up,” he said. “I’m sure of it.”