She sat on her bed on the other side of the room, but didn’t need to hear a word to know how things were going. First, Dad was mad—with Megan and with Lucy. As her mom calmed him down, Lucy’s body relaxed as well, until at the end, she was practically curled around the phone as if she wanted to reach through it to be with him. Which meant everything was all right. Megan bounced to her feet and gestured to Lucy. She finally hung up and came back inside. “What’s the rush?” Lucy asked. “You know, as busy as they are, we’ll just be sitting and waiting at the police station for the rest of the night.” “Maybe they found Mateo and were too busy to call us—or couldn’t since you were on my phone.” Which her mom wouldn’t have had to borrow if she had a protective waterproof-shockproof case on her phone like the one Megan had gotten after dropping her phone one time too many on muddy soccer fields. She led the way to the door. “C’mon, Mom.” Lucy shoved her wallet, still wet from its dunking, laptop, her gun—no worries about it getting wet, Glocks were designed for that contingency—knife, their room key, and Megan’s phone into her beach tote.
