Next was Doc’s bedroom. Same procedure, same results.

The upstairs bathroom, and then her room.

Five minutes later she was back downstairs in the damp, dimly lit basement, holding down her nervousness as she checked every corner, every shadow. Again, the search turned up nothing.

She lowered the shotgun and climbed the stairs back to the kitchen, her gaze still wandering watchfully. But she was fairly certain now that whoever had broken the window must have taken what they wanted and left.

Or maybe, she thought, it was just an accident-someone had come by to visit, gotten careless, and left guiltily before she and Doc arrived. But that seemed far-fetched.

More than likely, they had been robbed. Burglary was uncommon around these parts-some folks still left doors and windows unlocked-but not unheard of. Candy did a more thorough search of the house, still carrying the shotgun with her. Nothing seemed to have been taken-the TV, DVD player, checkbooks, and what little diamond jewelry she owned were all still in their places. Even the engagement ring Clark had given her way back when was still tucked into its place in a corner of her jewelry box.

She walked back into the kitchen. That’s when she noticed what was missing.

Sapphire’s files were gone-all of them.

Last she remembered, they had been sitting on the table in two piles, in front of Doc. Could he have taken them? It was possible, she thought, but that didn’t make sense. Where would he have taken them, and why hadn’t he told her if he had?

No, someone else must have taken them-someone who broke into their house for that purpose. But who? Who even knew she had them? She hadn’t told anyone about the files, except Herr Georg that morning, and she told him only about his own file. He couldn’t have known she had more. Ben knew she had some files, of course, and Maggie. But why would they steal the files from her? They could have had access to the files at any time-all they had to do was ask.

Candy was about to pick up the phone and call the police to report the break-in when it rang, making her nearly jump out of her skin.

“Damn, I hate phones,” she muttered to herself as she set the shotgun aside and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”

“Candy! It’s Maggie!”

“Oh, hi, I-”

“Amanda’s gone!” Maggie cut in, sounding almost hysterical. “She’s run away! With Cameron!”

“What?”

“Amanda and Cameron-they’re gone! They took off!”

“Took off? Where? When?”

“I don’t know. I just got home. Amanda left a note. They must have left sometime this morning, after I went to work. They took Cameron’s car.”

Inexorably, Candy’s gaze was drawn to the place where Sapphire’s files had been.

“Cameron!” she shouted in realization. “That’s who took them! He’s the only other person who knew about them!”

“Knew about what?”

“Never mind. I’ll tell you later. Do you know where they went?”

Candy could sense Maggie’s anxiety. “I… I’m not sure. What’s going on? What’s this all about?”

“I don’t know yet,” Candy said, “but we’re going to find out. Stay where you are. I’m coming to you. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

After she hung up, Candy made one more call, to the police station. She left word with Carol at the front desk, asking her to pass a message on to Doc: The house had been broken into. He needed to get back home as soon as possible.

Then she grabbed her purse and keys and headed out to the Jeep, sighing as she went. She had hoped to spend a quiet evening at home with a glass of wine and perhaps a good book. But it was not meant to be. She had more important things to do now.

Cameron. She shook her head in disbelief as she climbed into the front seat and started the engine. How had he got himself mixed up in all this? Why had he been so upset to hear about Sapphire’s death? What had he been doing in her secret room? And why would he have stolen the files?

What was he trying to hide?

She didn’t know, but she promised herself she would find out, one way or the other.

THIRTY

Maggie threw up her hands, deep frustration showing on her face. “I can’t believe they’re doing this to me. What are they up to? Where can they be? We’ve checked everywhere.”

Candy nodded. It’s true, she thought, both hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. She felt edgy, ragged, and thirsty; her brain hurt and her fingers felt numb. She knew she was rapidly wearing out-it had been a long day, and it showed no signs of ending soon.

They had been combing the town for the past two hours, starting at Cameron’s home, which they found dark and lifeless, then on to all his favorite haunts, including McCoy’s, the only burger joint in town, where the high school kids hung out in the summer evenings, and the teen center in the basement of the Episcopal church. They had come up empty everywhere they looked. Maggie had tried to use her cell phone to call folks around town, to ask if anyone had seen Cameron and Amanda, but the reception was lousy, fading in and out. It was sporadic even on a good day, which was why Candy had gotten out of the habit of carrying her own cell phone. But when inclement weather set in, it was near impossible to get a signal-so they had been forced to stop back at Maggie’s house to use a land line. They wasted another twenty minutes there, and even that effort turned up nothing positive.

That’s when Candy had an idea, and that brought them here, to Sapphire’s house, less than twenty-four hours after they had broken into the place.

As before, Candy parked a block away and they snuck around to the back of the house. It wasn’t fully dark yet, but the thick clouds that had been building throughout the afternoon and early evening had darkened and lowered, threatening rain, and a strong wind was kicking up out of the northwest. Sapphire’s house looked eerie in the odd slanted dusk light and gathering gloom, like a dark sentinel guarding a long-held secret.

But there were no more secrets to be revealed this night. The back door was locked, and the key was in the exact place Candy had left it the night before, on a ledge above one of the back windows. It hadn’t been moved since she had put it there, as far as she could tell, so unless Cameron had his own key, he wasn’t here.

They hovered around the back of the house for a few minutes, debating whether to enter again. In the end, they decided against it. “They’re not here,” Candy said, the disappointment strong in her voice as she glanced at the upper windows, which showed no signs of life inside. “If they were, we’d know it. We’d see their car or footprints, or hear them talking inside. They’re teenagers, after all.”

“Where are they then?” Maggie asked again, looking as though she was about to burst with anger and worry. She had bitten her lip raw, and her eyes were red and tired. “I just want to find them,” she pleaded, to the sky as much as to Candy. “I just want to make sure they’re safe.”

“I know. Me too.” Candy lowered her head and for the first time felt ashamed she had ever thought Cameron could have had anything to do with Sapphire’s death. Something was bothering him, yes-something that tore at him, that much was obvious. Whatever it was, it had him running scared, taking Amanda with him. He wasn’t a killer-she realized that now-but he still could be in trouble. Candy and Maggie had to find him before he did something they’d all regret…

She looked up at Maggie, who stood with arms crossed as the wind tore at her clothes. “Is there anyplace else they could have gone? Anywhere? Maybe Cam has a friend who lives out of town… or Amanda? Up in Bangor, maybe?”

Maggie thought a moment, then shook her head. “I’ve called everyone I can think of.”

“Some place, then-where they might hang out, go for walks, hiking, anything like that?”