Wendy shook her head. “No, that was the first time he’d ever come to story time,” she answered. “I think that was his first visit for treatment?” Shouldn’t he already know that? Was this a tactic for catching people in lies?

Detective James nodded. “Did you talk to him?”

“Yes.”

“What about?”

“Sharks.”

“Ah, sharks.” Detective James’s eyebrows arched in amusement, but he continued to write. “Was he acting strange? Did he seem at all scared?”

“Scared?” Memories of Alex’s cries and the look of sheer terror on his face as he got dragged into the woods flooded her vision. “No, not scared,” Wendy said, swallowing past the dryness in her throat. “He was shy, definitely shy…” Her fingers itched.

“When you were at the hospital, did you notice anyone suspicious in the children’s ward? Anyone who looked like they didn’t belong there?” Wendy could tell he was trying to keep his voice casual and light, but there was a distinct severity to his eyes as he watched her.

Wendy shook her head. “No, I pretty much know everyone that works in the children’s department,” Wendy said.

Detective James hummed to himself. “Small town. Everyone knows everyone else, right?”

“Right…” Wendy cleared her throat. “It was just nurses and doctors, some of the kids’ parents, too.”

“So, there wasn’t anyone in the room with you who was a stranger? No one you thought didn’t belong?” he asked, watching her.

Wendy’s palms were sweaty and her hands shook.

Did they know about Peter? Did they know he had been in the room? Peter said adults didn’t notice him, but was that right? What if someone had seen him talking to Alex? And then talking to her? Wendy didn’t know how to answer that question, but she was taking too long. She had to say something.

So she shook her head again. “No, I didn’t notice anyone like that.” Technically that wasn’t a lie. She knew who Peter was now, so he wasn’t a stranger. But he definitely shouldn’t have been in the hospital to begin with …

Detective James took a long moment to jot down some more notes. Did he know she was lying? He must.

Wendy straightened her back, bracing herself against impending doom. For Detective James to reveal his hand.

After what seemed like an eternity, he put down his pen and sat back in his seat. “I have to say, Miss Darling, I find it very curious how, after what happened with the mystery boy you found in the road—Peter, I believe he told you his name was?—and now Alex’s disappearance, things seem to keep coming around back to you.” His expression was serious. He didn’t even try to put on that plastic smile.

Wendy didn’t know what to say, so she said nothing.