“Because he likes her. He likes the way she looks and the way she acts. She’s more like my first mommy.”

The next word comes out through trembling lips. “Who?”

My lips tremble because, again, they know the answer before she says it.

She says it anyway.

“Your daughter. Nicole. And he wants her to come back.”

Chapter Fourteen

Day fourteen

Roger Booth was not at the inn when Nic returned from the woods. A laminated sign was posted on the reception desk saying that management is off site for the evening. He left a phone number in case of emergencies. Where the hell would Roger Booth be for an entire evening?

Nic’s mind was still on the thoughts, the words, that had been set free on her run, but also the fence and the small hole someone had tried to cut in it. She had questions that needed answers. She needed Roger Booth.

In the parking lot, she saw a car, then Kurt Kent in the driver’s seat. She’d forgotten about their meeting, and ran now, outside to catch him before he drove off.

“Did you find out anything? About the truck?” he asked when she jumped into the passenger seat.

“Not yet,” Nic answered.

“Yeah. Things move slow around here. Which is strange since there’s not a lot to do. Inertia I suppose.”

He took a left out of the parking lot, heading toward the river.

“Inertia?”

“Yeah. Physics, you know. An object in motion.”

“No—I know what it means. I just . . .”

“Figured I wouldn’t?” He sounded insulted, like he knew she was making assumptions about him just because he was stuck in this town. And because he felt above all of it—this town and Nic’s assumptions.

“I’m the high school dropout,” she said, hoping to diffuse him.

He looked at her, then back at the road. It seemed to work.

“Yeah. Okay.”

They drove in silence, past the police station, town hall, the auto body shop. They got to the end of Hasting Pass, where the road met the river, and made another right.

“Did you know there’s a fence behind the inn?” Nic asked. “It’s about a mile and a half into the property, and about eight feet tall. Barbed wire coils. Barbs in all of the wires, actually.”

“Did you ask Booth? Maybe it’s his fence.”

“He said he didn’t know. But why would the Booth family need a fence? You can get to the property from either side of the buildings, and through the back doors. Not exactly a steel trap.”

Kurt shrugged. “Animals, maybe. Bears, but also wolves and deer. The deer can jump seven feet. The wolves hunt the deer. I don’t know.”