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“I understand what you’re saying,” Gordon Pelt said stiffly. It was the first time the man had spoken. He didn’t sound happy to be where he was, or to be doing what he was doing. “I realize we haven’t gone about this in the best way, but I’m sure you’ll excuse us when you think about what we’ve been through.”

“Oh, of course,” I said, and if that wasn’t a complete truth, it wasn’t a complete lie, either. I shut my purse and stowed it in the drawer in Sam’s desk where all the servers kept their purses, and I hurried out to the bar.

I felt the upheaval wash over me. Something was wrong; almost every brain in the bar was broadcasting a signal combining excitement with anxiety bordering on panic.

“What’s up?” I asked Sam, sidling behind the bar.

“I just told Holly that the school called. Holly’s little boy is missing.”

I felt the chill start at the base of my spine and work up. “What happened?”

“Danielle’s mom usually picks up Cody from school when she picks up Danielle’s little girl, Ashley.” Danielle Gray and Holly Cleary had been best friends all through high school and their friendship had continued through the failure of both their marriages. They liked to work the same shift. Danielle’s mother, Mary Jane Jasper, had been a lifesaver for Danielle, and from time to time her generosity had spilled over to include Holly. Ashley must be about eight, and Danielle’s son, Mark Robert, should now be four. Holly’s only child, Cody, was six. He was in the first grade.

“The school let someone else pick Cody up?” I’d heard that the teachers were on the alert for unauthorized spouses picking up their kids.

“No one knows what happened to the little guy. The teacher on duty, Halleigh Robinson, was standing outside watching the kids get in their cars. She says Cody suddenly remembered he’d left a picture for his mom on his desk, and he ran back into the school to get it. She doesn’t remember seeing him come out, but she couldn’t find him when she went in to check.”

“So Mrs. Jasper was there waiting for Cody?”

“Yes, she was the only one left, sitting there in her car with her grandchildren.”

“This is very scary. I don’t suppose David knows anything?” David, Holly’s ex, lived in Springhill and had remarried. I registered the departure of the Pelts: one less irritant.

“Apparently not. Holly called him at his job, and he was there and had been all afternoon, no doubt about it. He called his new wife, and she had just gotten back from picking up her own kids at the Springhill school. The local police went by their house and searched, just to be sure. Now David’s on his way here.”

Holly was sitting at one of the tables, and though her face was dry, her eyes had the look of someone who’d seen inside Hell. Danielle was crouched on the floor beside her, holding her hand and speaking to Holly urgently and quietly. Alcee Beck, one of the local detectives, was sitting at the same table. A pad and pen were in front of him, and he was talking on his cell phone.

“They’ve searched the school?”

“Yeah, that’s where Andy is now. And Kevin and Kenya.” Kevin and Kenya were two uniformed patrol officers. “Bud Dearborn is on the phone setting up an Amber Alert.”

I spared a thought for how Halleigh must be feeling right now; she was only twenty-three or so, and this was her first teaching job. She hadn’t done anything wrong, at least that I could tell—but when a kid goes missing, no one escapes blame.

I tried to think how I could help. This was a unique opportunity for my little disability to work for the greater good. I’d kept my mouth shut for years about all kinds of things. People didn’t want to know what I knew. People didn’t want to be around someone who could do what I could do. The way I survived was keeping my mouth shut, because it was easy for the humans around me to forget or disbelieve, when the evidence of my odd talent wasn’t shoved in their face.

Would you want to be around a woman who knew you were cheating on your spouse, and with whom? If you were a guy, would you want to be around a woman who knew