Too bad his brother-in-law hadn’t stormed out tonight, feigning insult. That would have given him a window to change all the locks before Miguel came back in a day or two to try more sweet talk on Margarita. If he’d refused to leave, they could have threatened to call the police, charge him with trespassing—and Miguel wouldn’t have wanted to risk an encounter with law enforcement. He’d have slunk away and left them in peace.

But the end was in sight. In seventy-two hours he’d walk out the door forever and their worries would be over.

After all, he’d been under their roof already for close to twelve months. What could it hurt to delay a few more days?

“I’m glad you stopped by today, Cate. I like to get to know the new students. And remember—my door is always open if you want to chat.” Noah checked his watch. “But I do have another appointment this afternoon. Is there anything else you’d like to talk about before you leave?”

Cate kept her demeanor neutral, hiding her frustration.

The past thirty minutes had been a total waste.

Noah had been cordial, warm, and caring. He’d listened, encouraged, and offered a few suggestions.

The man had done nothing improper.

Nor had he provided any insights on Stephanie Laurent’s disappearance, despite the opening she’d given him by mentioning the stories she’d heard about the girl running away . . . and how that notion held a certain appeal.

Noah had discouraged such thoughts, urged her to seek him out anytime she had such inclinations, and talked up the importance of hanging in and getting a quality education.

If he knew anything about the girl’s vanishing act beyond the official runaway story, he’d done a masterful job masking it.

Cate tugged her backpack into position. “Nothing else is on my mind today. But I appreciate you reaching out to me in the hall yesterday.” She stood.

He rose too and joined her at the door. “That’s what I’m here for. Call or text me—night or day.” Instead of opening the door, he rested a hand on her shoulder, encroaching on her personal space a tad.

Her antennas went up.

“I don’t want to bother you if you’re off work.” She leaned in ever so slightly.

He didn’t back away.

“This is a 24/7 job for me. I care about all the girls here—especially the ones who could use a friend.” He gave her a squeeze. “And I try to help however I can. If you—” At a knock on the door, he removed his hand. Retreated a step as he grasped the knob. “My next appointment.” He pulled the door open.

Another girl waited on the other side.

“I’m sorry . . . am I early?” The student looked between the two of them.