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.Alistair's desk.The sheriff put out a hand, however, and said, "Easy, son." Then, to Dr.Alistair, he said, "Just what are you talking about, Hal?""Oh, you don't recognize her?" Dr.Alistair looked prim.I wondered if maybe losing a camper had sent him around the bend.He'd never been one of the most stable people, anyway, if his erratic behavior during all-camp rehearsal had been any indication: Dr.Alistair frequently became so enraged with the horn section, he threw his conducting baton at them, only missing because they'd learned to duck."Jessica Mastriani," he went on, "the girl with the psychic power to find missing people.Of course it's a little late for her help now, isn't it? Considering the fact that the boy's already dead.""Oh, Hal." Pamela stood up."We don't know that.He might just have run away." She looked at me."Wasn't there some altercation earlier today?"I nodded, remembering the tick incident, and the fact that I had refused to give Lionel a strike for punching Shane.More than that, however, I remembered the look Shane had given me when I'd lied to him about that photo of Taylor Monroe.He hadn't believed me.He hadn't believed a word I'd said.Was this his way of getting back at me for lying to him?If only, I thought, I could go to sleep right now.If I went to sleep right now, I'd be able to find out exactly where Shane was.Maybe if I could get Dr.Alistair really mad, he'd clock me with his baton, the way he was always trying to clock the horn players.Could I find missing kids while unconscious? Was that the same as being asleep?Probably not.And I doubted the sheriff would let Dr.Alistair clock me, anyway.Rob definitely wouldn't.I wondered if protectiveness was listed as one of the "10 Ways to Tell He Thinks of You as More Than Just a Friend."Like it mattered now.Now that it looked as if I might have killed a kid.Well, indirectly, anyway."What about the other boys from Birch Tree Cottage?" I asked."Did anybody talk to them? Ask them if they'd seen Shane?" Dave? Where was Dave? He'd promised to look after them."We've got some officers interviewing them now," the sheriff said to me."In their cabin.But so far … nothing.""He was last seen on his way to the lake with the others," Dr.Alistair insisted stubbornly."Doesn't mean he drowned," Rob pointed out.Dr.Alistair looked at him."Who," he wanted to know, "are you? You're not one of the counselors." He looked at Pamela."He's not one of the counselors, is he, Pamela?"Pamela reached up to run a hand through her short blond hair."No, Hal," she said tiredly."He's not.""He's my friend," I said.I didn't say Rob was my boyfriend because, well, he's not.Plus I thought it might look even worse than it already did, me being gone for hours, then showing up with some random guy in tow."And we were just leaving."But my efforts to cover up the truth about my feelings for Rob proved to be for nothing as Dr.Alistair said, pretty nastily, "Leaving? Oh, well, isn't that special.You seem to have a knack, Miss Mastriani, for being unavailable when you're needed most."My mouth fell open.What was this? I wondered.If he was going to fire me, why didn't he just get it over with? I had to hurry up and get to sleep if we were ever going to find Shane."What about those special powers of yours?" Dr.Alistair went on."Don't you feel the slightest obligation to help us find this boy?"Even then, I still didn't get what was going on.I just thought Dr.Alistair was crazy, or something.I think Rob must have felt the same thing, because he reached out and grabbed one of my arms, just above the elbow, like he was going to pull me out of the way if Dr.Alistair whipped out that baton and started firing.I went, "I don't have special powers anymore, Dr.Alistair.""Oh?" Dr.Alistair's shaggy white eyebrows went up."Is that so? Then where were you all afternoon?"I felt my stomach drop, as if I'd been on an elevator.Except, of course, that I wasn't.How had he known? How had he known?"Okay," Rob said, steering me toward the door—I guess because I was so stunned, I wasn't moving."We're going now.""You can't go anywhere!" Dr.Alistair thumped on his desk with his fist."You are an employee of Lake Wawasee Camp for Gifted Child Musicians, and you—"Something finally got through the haze of confusion his question about where I'd been all afternoon had cast around me.And that something was the fact that he was still speaking to me as if I worked for him."Not anymore," I interrupted."I mean, I'm fired, aren't I?"Dr.Alistair looked alarmed."Fired?" at the same time as Pamela said, "Oh, Jess, of course not.None of this is your fault."Not fired? Not fired? How could I be not fired? I had taken off for hours, without offering a single explanation as to where I'd been.And while I'd been gone, one of the kids in my charge had disappeared [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]