“I’m…I’m okay. I like the walk,” she says.

“You sure?” He flashes a skeptical smile. “How far are you going?”

“Just, you know. Up the hill a ways.” Janie gestures with a nod of her head up the snowy road that disappears into the darkness beyond Mr.

Durbin’s headlights. “It’s not that far.”

“It’s really no trouble. Get in.” Mr. Durbin stands there, waiting, arm draped over the top of the open car door, like he won’t take no for an answer. Which makes Janie’s skin prickle. But…maybe she should take the chance to get to know Mr. Durbin a little better, for investigation purposes.

“Well…” Janie’s starting to get shaky with hunger. “Thanks,” she says, opening the passenger-side door. He slips back inside the car and moves four or five plastic grocery bags to the backseat, and she gets in.

“Straight ahead, right on Butternut. Sorry,” she adds. She’s not sure why. For the inconvenience, maybe.

“Seriously, no problem. I live just across the viaduct on Sinclair,” he says. “It’s right on my way.” The blast of the car heater fills the silence.

“So, how do you like the class? I was happy to see so many students.

Ten is big for this one.”

“I like it,” she says. It’s Janie’s favorite class, actually. But there’s no need for him to know that. “I like the small size,” she adds, after more silence, “because we each get our own lab station. In Chem. 1, we were always doubled up.”

“Yep,” he says. “Did you have Mrs. Beecher for Chem. 1?” Janie nods. “Yeah.”

Mr. Durbin pulls into the driveway when she points it out, and looks puzzled to see Janie’s car standing there, looking like it’s just been driven. There’s no snow built up on it, and steam rises off the hood.

“So, you prefer to walk on a frigid night like this and lug all that junk home through the snow?” He laughs.

She grins. “I wasn’t sure I’d have ol’ Ethel back tonight. Looks like she’s here now.” She doesn’t explain further. He puts the car in park and opens his door. “Can I give you a hand?” The bags, once she got into the car, had slipped every which way, and are now a tangled mess. “You don’t need to do that, Mr. Durbin.” He hops out and hurries to her side of the car. “Please,” he says. He gathers three bags and scoots out of her way, then follows her to the door.

Janie hesitates, knocking the snow off her boots, adjusting her bags, so she can open the door. Notices things about her house that she overlooks most days. Screen door with a rip in it and hanging a little bit loose on its hinges. Wood exterior rotting at the base, paint peeling from it.

Awkward, Janie thinks, going inside, Durbin at her heels. She flips on the entrance light and is momentarily blinded by the brightness. She stops in her tracks until she can see again, and Mr. Durbin bumps into her.

“Excuse me,” he says, sounding embarrassed.

“My fault,” she says, feeling a little creeped out by having him in the house. She’s on her guard. Who knows? It could be him they’re after.

They turn the corner into the shadowy kitchen. She puts her bags on the counter, and he sets his next to hers.

“Thank you.”

He smiles. “No problem. See you Monday.” He waves and heads back outside.

Monday. Janie’s eighteenth birthday.

She rummages through the bags on a mission. Grabs a handful of grapes, rinses them off quickly, and shoves them in her mouth, craving the fructose rush. She starts to put things away when she hears a step behind her.

She whirls around. “Jesus, Cabe. You scared the crap out of me.” He dangles her car keys. “I let myself in. Thought you’d be here.

Heard an extra voice, so I hid in your room. So, who was that?” he asks. He’s trying to sound nonchalant. Failing miserably.

“Are you jealous?” Janie teases.

“Who. Was. It.” He’s enunciating.

She raises her eyebrow. “Mr. Durbin. He saw me walking home and asked if I wanted a ride. He was in line behind me at the store.”

“That’s Durbin?”

“Yes. It was very nice of him, I thought.” Janie’s gut thinks otherwise, but she’s not feeling like having a work discussion with Cabel right now.

“He’s…young. What’s he doing, picking up students? That’s odd.” Janie waits to see what his point is. But there doesn’t seem to be one.

Still, she makes a mental note to record this incident in her case notebook—can’t be too cautious. Janie turns and continues to put things away. She’s still confused over how quiet Cabel was earlier.

Doesn’t say anything.

“I didn’t know where you were,” he says finally.

“Well, if I knew you were coming, I would have left a note.

However,” she continues coolly, “I was under the impression that you were pissed at me. So I didn’t expect I’d see you.” She’s visibly shaking by now, and grabs the milk, rips open the cap, and chugs from the bottle. She sets it down and looks for something that won’t take long to prepare. She grabs a few more grapes and snarfs them.

He’s watching her. There’s a look in his eye, and she doesn’t understand it.

“Thanks for bringing my car. I really appreciate it. Did you walk all the way back to school?”




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