Taylor said this after Grandmother was out of earshot. “If that really is his name, which I seriously doubt.” “It does seem fishy that Eliza disappears the same time he gets his days off.” Rhiannon stared out at the quiet pool. “And I wonder what kind of police checks are done on security guards.” “He did creep me out.” DJ shuddered to remember the sleazy sound of his voice as he tried to entice her to come out of the pool. “Eliza might not be my best friend, but I sure hope she’s not with Tom Jones right now.” “Your grandmother’s right,” Taylor said. “It won’t do any good to stay up worrying. And maybe tomorrow we’ll think of something.” “Or Eliza will decide to come home,” offered Rhiannon sadly. “I think we should pray for her,” said DJ so suddenly that she actually surprised herself. “God knows where she is and what she needs.” “I have been praying,” admitted Taylor. “But you’re right. We should all pray together.” And so they did pray.
