somethingâhas been here recently,â Matt said. âCould have been a deer taking a nap. Could have been kids making out.â
âAmber could have been here too, right?â I asked.
In answer, Matt cupped his hands to his mouth. âAmber,â he cried. âAmber!â We both listened, hoping for a reply. There wasnât one.
âShe was unconscious,â I said. âShe couldnât answer our call.â
âWe donât know that,â said Matt. âAnd sheâs not here, is she? If she was unconscious, how did she walk away?â His face was grim. Now he really didnât believe me.
âShe was here,â I told him. âCould she have fallen from the cliff ?â
âThere are no footprints or any sign that anyone has been over there.â
I peered at the ground, hoping to find a footprint to show him. âCheck this out,â I said, following the path. The forest floor was swept from the viewpoint all the way back to the road. âLooks like something heavy was dragged out of here,â I told Matt.
I shuddered at the thought. Did someoneâor somethingâdrag Amber away? âYou donât think a bear got her, do you?â I asked.
âFirst you thought a kidnapper took Amber, now a bear.â Matt shook his head. âYouâre really fishing for news, arenât you? Isnât the story of a lost girl enough?â
âItâs not like that,â I said. âI donât care about the news story. I just want to find Amber. I know she was here.â
I hunted for clues, something to make Matt believe me. There was nothing. Only those drag marks through the pine needles. âShe must have been moved,â I said. âWhat if it wasnât a bear? What if a person dragged her away?â
âYour kidnapper?â Matt raised an eyebrow like he thought I was a fool.
âYes!â I said. âThere must be someone else involved.â I scanned the road. There were fresh tire tracks in the mud. âThere was another vehicle here recently.â
âSo a bunch of dumb kids came up here to party. They dragged their beer cooler back to their car. Mystery solved.â
I was nearly in tears, I was so frustrated. âI know there is more going on here,â I told him. âI know it.â
Matt put a hand on my shoulder. âAmber went for a walk and got lost. This is a huge forest. Even experienced hikers get lost here. We rescue them every year.â
âSheâs not simply lost.â
Matt held out both hands. âHow do you know?â
I shook my head. âI canât tell you. I donât know how I know. I just know .â
Matt opened the door to his truck. âAll right, thatâs enough,â he said. âWeâre leaving.â
He got in and slammed his door shut, leaving me outside. I searched one last time for a clue to offer him, but I didnât find anything. Finally, I got in the truck.
We drove back to the search-and-rescue camp in silence. Matt parked the truck by his command unit, the old bus. âIâm sorry,â I said. âI was so sure Amber was up there.â
Matt got out of the truck without saying a word.
âCan I hold the jacket one more time?â I called out to him. âMaybe Iâll see more detail in my vision this time. Maybe Iâll see where she was moved to.â
Matt turned to me. âGo home, Claire.â He shooed me away. âOr go have that date with Trevor.â
âI want to help.â I tottered after him in my silly heels. âYou donât understand. I need to help.â
âThereâs nothing you can do.â
âPlease,â I said. I took his arm, gripping it harder than I meant to. âI have to be here. Iâm supposed to be here.â
Even as I said that, I knew how nutty I sounded. I had no idea where Amber was at that moment. I couldnât explain those visions.
Carolyn McCray, Elena Gray