Finn speed-walks through the mall as fast as her Birkenstocks can take her, dialling Nicki’s cell on the way. She can’t stop shaking. I should have known, she thinks, dodging an old man with a walker. I should have figured it out. I should have done something. No wonder no one fucking trusts me.

“I know where they are,” she says as soon as Nicki picks up.

“You found them?”

“Well, not exactly.” Finn tells her an abbreviated version of the story, leaving out the part about London asking her to drive her to Duluth.

“So they’re heading for Duluth?” Nicki says. “Great. That’s just great.”

“At least we know where they’re going. You can get the cops here to call the police in Duluth and put out an APB or whatever on the Volvo, track them down somehow.”

“These stupid piece-of-shit cops aren’t going to do anything,” Nicki says. “She’s with an adult family member, and she hasn’t been missing for twenty-four hours. They told me to go home and calm the fuck down.” Nicki’s voice has turned shrill, bordering on unbearable. “Did you hear that, Finnie? They told me to calm the fuck down.”

“I heard you,” Finn says, trying to remember the last time Nicki called her Finnie. She must really be scared. “Well, look, we can try to track that guy down, the shark guy. He has to be the person she’s going to see. I can Google him –”

“Adam Pelley,” Nicki says. “London’s been obsessed with him for years. He’s not just a shark guy, Finn, he’s a TV celebrity. She’s being fucking scammed. Some disgusting pedophile stalked her Facebook profile or something and convinced her he was Adam Pelley to lure her in.” Nicki’s breath comes in short bursts. She sounds like she might be running. “What the fuck, Finn. How can this be happening?”

“I don’t know.” Finn sprints across the parking lot and reaches Hamish’s truck. Inside, it still smells like coffee. “Look, if she thinks this guy is Adam Pelley, she’s going to go to Adam Pelley, right? He’s definitely in Duluth, Nicki, I saw the news clip.”

“You saw it?”

“Yeah. London showed it to me.” So much for leaving out her own part in this. “Yesterday. She showed me this news clip about how he was in Duluth filming some kind of shark special. She wanted me to drive her down there.”

She hears a banging noise on the other end of the phone, then a muffled scream. Finn starts up the truck and presses her head against the steering wheel, waiting for Nicki to finish her tantrum. When she finally comes back on the line, her voice is dangerously calm. “So. London asked you to drive her to Duluth, and you didn’t think to tell me about it?”