Dessert was ice cream sundaes. Liam’s melted in front of him as he asked questions and Sybilla answered them between bites.

Liam was, to put it mildly, chagrined. He’d asked everyone he had met in Blewestown if they knew where Erik Berglund lived, except for Sybilla. The one person he could be said to have spent more time with than the rest of them put together, and the one with more institutional memory of the place than anyone else save Jefferson and Houten. Seeing her marching down the street in the altogether had inclined him to dismiss anything she said. It was an epic fail on his part. “Where exactly is your cabin, Sybilla?”

“At the end of Crow’s Nest.”

Liam nodded. “And where is Crow’s Nest?”

Sybilla had to get on the outside of a heaping spoonful of sundae before she could answer. Age had certainly not interfered with her appetite. “It’s off Backstay, which is off Telltale.” She saw his expression and relented. “It’s in the Full Sail Subdivision, about five miles out East Bay Road. The developer was a sailor.”

“Who knew?” Wy said.

He already had his phone out and Wy could see he had called up Google Maps. “Where on Crow’s Nest, Sybilla? What’s the street address?”

She scraped her bowl with the spoon. “It’s the last cabin at the end of Crow’s Nest. Way up high, far away from anyone else.” Her smile was dreamy. “Stanley and I spent as much time there as we could spare from our jobs. Our aerie, we called it.”

Liam pocketed his phone. “Well, thanks, Sybilla—”

Wy touched his arm and he looked at her. “Sybilla,” she said, “you said you had warned Erik, when he came to ask you if he could rent your cabin.”

Sybilla licked her spoon and set it and the bowl aside with regret. “Yes, I did. Erik was one of my students. Well, both of them were.” She sighed. “That’s the best age, ten, when everything is bright and shiny and new, when nothing is impossible, when they’ll believe anything you tell them without question, learn everything you have to offer and beg for more. Josh and Erik were inseparable.” She folded her hands in front of her and stared into the past.

Liam would have said something, but again, Wy touched his arm. She waited long enough for the question to be only inquiring, not interrogational, and kept her tone gentle. “Who was Josh, Sybilla?”

Sybilla blinked at her. “Josh? Didn’t I say? Joshua Petroff. He was Erik’s best friend.” She shook her head. “I never believed all that rubbish they said about Erik afterward. He was attacked and left for dead. It was ridiculous to insinuate that he was faking his amnesia. People can be so cruel, and to say such things of a ten-year-old boy was unconscionable.” Her eyes flashed. “And I said so at the time.”

Liam had his phone out again and was doing another search. Wy guessed it was of Joshua Petroff. When he went rigid beside her, she was sure of it. “Why did you warn Erik, Sybilla?” she said.