My mother shakes her head.
“And in his room? Did you find any in his room?”
My mother actually looks surprised.
“I know you looked in his room,” I say.
“We haven’t found anything,” my father answers. “Yet. And we also need to take a look in that car. So if you will please give me the keys …”
I am hoping that Owen was smart enough to clear out the car. Either way, it’s not up to me. I hand over the keys.
Unbelievably, they’ve searched my room, too.
“I’m sorry,” my mother says from the hallway, tears in her eyes now. “He thought your brother might have hidden the drugs in here. Without you knowing.”
“It’s fine,” I say, more to get her out of the room than anything else. “I’m just going to clean up now.”
But I’m not quick enough. My phone rings. I hold it so my mom can’t see Owen’s name on the display.
“Hi, Carrie,” I say.
Owen is at least smart enough to keep his voice down so it won’t be overheard.
“Are they mad?” he whispers.
I want to laugh. “What do you think?”
“That bad?”
“They’ve ransacked his room, but they haven’t found anything. They’re looking in his car now!”
“Don’t tell her that!” my mother says. “Get off the phone.”
“Sorry—Mom’s here, and not happy about me talking to you about this. Where are you? Are you at home? Can I call you back?”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Yeah, he really does have to come home eventually, doesn’t he?”
“Look … meet me in a half hour at the playground, okay?”
“I really have to go. But, yes, I’ll do that.”
I hang up. My mother is still looking at me.
“I’m not the one you’re mad at!” I remind her.
Poor Leslie will have to clean up the mess in her room tomorrow morning—I can’t be bothered to figure out where everything goes. That would take too much accessing, and the priority is finding out which playground Owen means. There’s one at an elementary school about four blocks from the house. I assume that’s the place.
It’s not easy to sneak out of the house. I wait until the three of them return to Owen’s room to tear it apart again, then skulk out the back door. I know this is a risky maneuver—the minute they realize I’m gone, there will be hell to pay. But if Owen comes back with me, that’ll all be forgotten.
I know I should be focusing on the matter at hand, but I can’t help but think of Rhiannon. School’s now over for her, too. Is she hanging out with Justin? If so, is he treating her well? Did anything about yesterday rub off on him?
I hope, but never expect.
Owen’s nowhere to be found, so I head to the swings and hang in the air for a while. Eventually he appears on the sidewalk and heads over to me.
“You always pick that swing,” he says, sitting down on the swing next to mine.