donât care to see a third.â He swiveled, paced two steps toward the wall, and pivoted back. âNow weâre one bodyguard short, the tourâs over, and Iâve got to get everyone home safely. We need two guards here, switching off for this room, and that leaves no one for everybody else. And now I hear thereâs still a killer out there!â
My body went hot. I dragged my fingers along the bed, scrunching up the covers. Why hadnât I thought about this? What if my silence had put other members of the band in danger?
A knock rapped against the door.
âYes?â Ross snapped. I twisted around.
Wendellâs head appeared. âIâve got the first two suitcasesââ
âFine. Push âem in and leave.â
Surprise at the angry tone flicked across Wendellâs face. He glanced at Mom, then opened the door wider and rolled in my two large bags. The door closed.
I glared at Ross. âYou didnât have to be so mean to him. He saved my life, you know.â
Ross flapped a hand in the air. âAnd Iâm trying to save lives now.â He yanked his cell phone from a front pocket and punched multiple buttons. âDetective Myner should have been looking for this Gary Donovon since last night. Now you can bet Donovonâs seen the news and gone underground. We may have lost our chanceââ His head jerked. âYes, Detective, itâs Ross Blanke. Shaley has something to talk to you about.â
Ross marched over to me and held out the phone. âTell him.â
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P erched stiffly on my hospital bed, I told Detective Myner everything. I wouldnât look at Ross, but I could feel his laser-like stare. When I apologized to the detective for lying, Ross sucked air through his teeth. He didnât know Detective Myner had asked me what Jerry whispered, and Iâd replied it was nothing important.
My fingers cramped from gripping the cell phone so hard.
âAll right.â The detective didnât even sound mad. At least that was something. Ross was mad enough for two people. âThanks for telling me, Shaley. Weâll start running this down immediately. Weâll find the guy.â
Fear and wild hope shot through me. If they found my father, maybe I could see him.
But if heâd sent Jerry, why would I want to?
âOkay. Thanks.â My voice dulled out. I just wanted to reverse the world three daysâwhen I knew nothing about my father and could still dream he was a good, loving man.
âCan I talk to your mom for a minute?â the detective asked.
âSure.â I handed the phone to Mom.
The detectiveâs voice filtered to my ears. He asked for the spelling of Donovon.
Mom told him, then listened. âI donât know. The last time I saw him was seventeen years ago.â
All appetite for breakfast was gone. The smells coming from the McDonaldâs bag turned my stomach. No way was I going to hear the rest of the story about my father like this.
I thrust myself off the bed and made for the bathroom. Inside, I shut the door hard and locked it, closing out Momâs voice.
The bathroom looked cold and sterile. A shower with a seat. One sink. A floor of white tile. The toilet was handicapped-size. On the wall next to it ran a strong silver bar for support.
Eyes burning, I sat down on the closed toilet and put my head in my hands. Loneliness washed over me in waves. How had I gotten here, in this hospital room, so far from my home? Why had God let me lose three friends in the last few days, one of them turning out to be a traitor?
Now I was losing my dadâbefore I even knew him.
A tear plopped to the tile between my feet.
Remember, God is always watching . Carlyâs words from two days ago ran through my head. Yesterday Iâd vowed to find the truthâall of it. The truth about my earthly father, and the heavenly Father whom Carly insisted loved me so much.
So much for the