“What? Where?” He jumps up, fists clenched. And the look on his face: like he will kill Kendall when he finds him. It reminds me of the boy I thought he was. The boy maybe he still is, but only partly. His fists relax like something has occurred to him. “Wait, are you sure it was him?”

He’s got doubts. And not only about this. Like he wonders if the stress of this situation has me imagining things. And fair enough. Since the day Kendall left us in that cabin, he’s been a ghost. The Seneca police department acknowledged that someone fitting his description had worked for them. And they admitted that they had sent said person up to the camp in search of our missing friend—though they’d made clear they had no idea we’d gone along (which was also true). As it turned out, Kendall was a recent hire—not the lifelong town resident Quentin had claimed or maybe even believed him to be. Who had lied to whom was still an open question, but whoever Kendall was, he had vanished after leaving us at that camp.

Until now.

“He was pretending to be some doctor from the NIH, but it was definitely him. I saw him up close. I ran after him and tackled him.”

“You tackled him?” Jasper looks alarmed.

“You had to be there,” I say, then hand him the folded note. “He gave me this and told me to get out of here. It’s an address.”

“Obviously, you should get out of here. Thank God Kendall came all the way here to point that out.” Jasper takes the note but keeps his suspicious eyes on me. He shakes his head and hands it back to me without reading it. “Wait, why are you even giving this to me? How stupid does he think you are?”

“Yeah, except why would he—”

Jasper holds up a hand. “No, Wylie. And I mean seriously no. Who cares what he’s doing or why? You need to get out of here. That’s what we need to focus on. That’s why I came. Throw that note away.”

“He feels bad about what happened,” I say. And I sound so naive. No, not naive—just stupid. Still, I can’t stop with my explanations. “He came here to make up for what happened. That’s why he gave me that note.”

Jasper’s nostrils flare. “He said that to you?”

“No.” I hold his stare. “I felt it.”

Jasper starts shaking his head. “Wylie, that’s crazy.”

Crazy. I don’t want the word to hurt my feelings, but it does. “Awesome,” I say quietly.

“I didn’t mean—you know what I meant, Wylie. Crazy to listen to Kendall. Not that you’re . . .”