Pendragon - The Rivers Of Zadaa Part 24

"So? How do we find her?" Mitch.e.l.l asked.

Mark had already thought this through. He got the map of the school he had printed out from their Web site. They parked in the visitors parking lot and went to the registration office. Mark put on his most polite voice and introduced himself to the secretary as Courtney Chetwynde's brother. He said they were visiting and needed to know where her dorm was. Mark was so polite that the woman had no problem giving him the information. It helped that Mark had Andy wait out in the corridor. He was sure that if the woman got a look at Andy Mitch.e.l.l, they'd be lucky not to be thrown out on their b.u.t.ts. With the information in hand, Mark and Andy walked quickly across the campus to Courtney's dorm. Within minutes they were standing in front of the old, ivy-covered brick building.

"One problem," Mark said. "It's an all-girl dorm. They don't allow guys in to-"

"Gee, yeah, that's a big problem," Mitch.e.l.l said, and walked right in. Andy Mitch.e.l.l wasn't big on following the rules.

It was an old building, with dark mahogany wood paneling everywhere and a wide staircase that led to the second floor. Courtney's room was #219. The guys took the stairs up, two at a time. Her room was at the end of a long corridor with old, thick carpeting that smelled kind of musty. Mark knocked softly.

"Courtney? It's Mark."

No answer. Mark knocked again.

"You there, Courtney?"

Still no answer.

Andy pushed Mark aside and pounded on the door a few times, yelling, "Hey! Wake up!"

n.o.body answered.

"Now what?" Mark asked.

"Not a problem," Mitch.e.l.l said. "I have a technique I developed for just such an occasion. It took me a while to master this. It's very precise. Observe."

Mitch.e.l.l took a step backa and kicked open the old door. "Andy!" Mark yelled.

"Hey, you said she was in trouble. What's an old door lock?"

Mark figured Andy was right. He truly didn't care about the door, so long as they didn't get arrested. They entered the room, quickly closing the door behind them.

Courtney wasn't there. Her single bed was made, her English lit books were stacked neatly on her desk. Mark took a quick look around and saw no other books.

"Her algebra-trig book isn't here," he announced. "She must be in cla.s.s."

"Nice going, Sherlock," Mitch.e.l.l said. "Let's go find it."

As they left the room, they ran into a girl who was wheeling her bike along the corridor, headed to the room across from Courtney's. She stared at them suspiciously.

"Hi," Mark said. "My name's Mark Dimond. I'm a friend of Courtney's."

"Oh yeah," the girl said, relaxing. "She's talked about you."

"I'm Andy Mitch.e.l.l," Andy said, trying to be charming. "I'm her friend too."

"Yeah?" the girl said. "She never mentioned you."

The charming smile fell from Andy's face.

The girl asked, "Is she sick?"

"I don't know, why?" Mark asked back.

"Cuz she didn't show up for lit cla.s.s this morning."

Mark's mind raced. Her lit books were still on her desk. He had to force himself to keep cool.

"I don't know. We just got here. Maybe she's with that guy she's been hanging out with. What's his name? Wimpy?"

The girl chuckled. "Whitney. Whitney Wilc.o.x. Could be. They're always together."

"Where does he live?" Mark asked.

"I don't know," the girl answered. "Check with the registrar.

And when you find Courtney, tell her I picked up her a.s.signment."

"Thanks," Mark said. "I will."

He grabbed Andy by the arm, and the two hurried off.

"Who is this wimpster dude?" Mitch.e.l.l asked. "The guy we've got to rough up?"

"No," Mark said. "There's somebody else."

"Two guys?" Mitch.e.l.l said with surprise. "Chetwynde's keeping busy. What's the deal?"

"Look, Andy, I don't mean to be mysterious, but this is Courtney's business."

"It was," Mitch.e.l.l said quickly. "But you made itourbusiness."

Mark was afraid it would come to this. He knew Mitch.e.l.l would start asking questions he didn't want to answer, even if he could. But he knew he had to tell Mitch.e.l.l something.

"All I know is that she's been seeing some guy, but then there's another guy who's been bothering her. I wanted to come up here to give her support. That's pretty much it." Mark thought that, in some simplistic way, that was the truth. He could only hope that Andy Mitch.e.l.l would buy it.

"Whatever," Mitch.e.l.l said. "Let's do what we gotta do and go home."

The two went back to the registrar's office to see if they could find Whitney Wilc.o.x. After a long search by the secretary through the school's computer records, she announced to Mark that there was no Whitney Wilc.o.x registered at Stansfield. Mark's radar instantly went up. A vague feeling of dread began to rise. There was no record of a Whitney Wilc.o.x. But Courtney knew him. So did Courtney's neighbor. He was a real guy, but he wasn't. Was it possible? Mark's heart started to race again. His head went light. He had to run out of the registrar's office. Every bit of news he uncovered was bad, and getting worse. Andy followed him and stopped him on the stairs outside.

"What is going on?" Andy asked.

Mark had a double dilemma. He had to pull his thoughts together, and tell Andy what was going on in such a way that kept the truth hidden.

"I-I'm not sure," Mark said breathlessly. "I'm b-beginning to think that the guy who Courtney was seeing is the same guy who was giving her trouble."

"How much trouble could a guy named Wimpley cause?" Andy scoffed.

"Enough," was all Mark said.

Andy thought about that answer, then asked, "Is this big-time, going-to-the-cops-style trouble?"

Good question. If Courtney was missing, then they absolutely had to tell the police.

"I-Idon't know," Mark said. "M-Maybe. I gotta think this through. Courtney called me yesterday. She said she had a date last night with this Whitney guy. They-they were going for pizza in town. She said she was riding to meet him."

"Riding. Not driving. She said riding?" Mitch.e.l.l asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure of it."

"There wasn't a bike in her room," Mitch.e.l.l offered.

"Right," Mark said. "Then she had an English cla.s.s this morning, but her books were still on her desk."

"So you're thinking she rode her bike to meet this guy last night and never made it back to her room?" Mitch.e.l.l asked.

"I don't know," Mark answered. "There's more. Later last night I got a phone message from Courtney. She sent it around seven thirty, right around the time she was supposed to meet Whitney. She sounded bad, like she might have been hurt. I didn't hear it until this morning. That's when I called you."

"What did she say?"

Mark had to lie. Her real message wouldn't have made sense to Andy. "I couldn't tell. It was garbled. But it was definitely her and she sounded badalike she may be hurt."

"Are you serious?" Mitch.e.l.l screamed, genuinely upset. "Why didn't you tell me that before? Never mind, it don't matter. I'm the last one to be saying this, but we gotta tell the cops."

"You think?" Mark asked.

"If she was riding her bike to meet some mystery guy and right about that same time she called you sounding like she was hurt, I'd say there's more going on here than a date for pizza."

Mark had to admit that Andy was making perfect sense. Right now this had nothing to do with Saint Dane's plan to rule Halla. Courtney was in trouble, for real, here on Second Earth.

"You're right," Mark said. "Let's drive into town and find the police station."

They both hopped into Andy's car and drove off campus, headed for town. Mark was grateful that Andy had actually taken charge. His mind was in so many different places, worrying about so many things, that he couldn't see the obvious. After what they had found at Stansfield, Mark felt certain it was time to report Courtney missing. He didn't think anybody would laugh at him now.

They drove along the quiet country lane that led through the beautiful farm country and up into the Berkshires. Mark stared out the window, in a trance, thinking that this would have been the same route Courtney took the night before. He didn't even register how lovely the countryside was. He was too busy thinking about Courtney. And Saint Dane. And doomsday. The road grew steep as it left the pasture and snaked along the side of a craggy mountain. Off to the right was a dense pine forest. Mark turned his gaze to the road in front of them. They were headed toward some blind curves. Mark's palms started to sweat. He thought that if another car were coming around the curve ahead, and took the turn a little too wide, there would be a head-on. Without thinking, he gripped the elbow rest of the car.

That's when he saw it. "Stop!" Mark shouted.

Andy jammed on the brakes, skidding to an abrupt stop. "What?" he yelled. "What happened?"

"Look!" Mark said, pointing ahead. Andy looked forward and said, "Look at what?"

"The road," Mark said. "Look at those skid marks. There was trouble here."

Sure enough, there was a set of dark skid marks that started in the opposite lane, crossed over the center line into their lane, and stopped just before the steep edge that dropped off into the pine forest below.

"Whoa," Andy said when he registered the skid marks. "Those are fresh."

Andy pulled the car as far over to the side as possible. The two got out to examine the skid. Mark saw that the marks led to the shoulder just off the road, where there were two imprints from the front tires of a car.

"Looks like the car came down from above, hit the brakes, and skidded to a stop right here," Mark said.

"Lucky guy," Mitch.e.l.l added. "Two more feet anda banzai!"

Mark walked to the edge of the road and looked out over the forest below. There was a short, steep clear section before the pine forest began. Mark saw what he thought might be a gouge taken out of a tree several yards below them. It looked fresh.

"What're you thinking?" Andy asked.

"Nothing," Mark said. "We should keep going before we gethit."

Andy started back for his wagon. Mark hesitated a moment. Something was keeping him here. He had no idea what it was. He was starting back toward the car when his eye caught something. It was off the side of the road, a few yards farther up the hill, stuck in a bush. The only reason he saw it was that it was bright red against the green foliage. He was ready to ignore it and get going, but something about it bugged him. Looking around, Mark realized that it wasn't so much that there was a piece of bright red trash on the side of the road, as that it was theonlypiece of trash. Living in a heavily populated area, Mark was used to seeing garbage strewn along the sides of the roads. It was a sad fact of life. Glancing around here, everything was as clean as Disneyland. Not a single piece of trash littered the road, except for this bright red something.

"What're you doing?" Andy asked. "Let's go!"

"Hang on," Mark said.

He carefully stepped down off the shoulder onto the steep pitch of the hill. He walked to the bush, tripping over rocks and getting thorns caught in his jeans. He reached into the bush and pulled out the piece of trash. As soon as he lifted it, he saw that it wasn't trash at all. It was a book. A textbook.

An algebra-trig textbook.

Mark's eyes went wide. His adrenaline spiked. He looked out onto the forest and screamed, "Courtney?Courtney?"

"Are you crazy?" Mitch.e.l.l asked.

Mark threw the book to Andy. "She's here," he said breathlessly. "There was an accident. She's here!"

Mark tripped down the hill, headed for the forest and the tree with the gouge taken out of it. Andy Mitch.e.l.l shrugged and followed. It was so steep, Mark nearly took a header. But he kept going. He got to the tree and saw that the gouge was definitely fresh.

"Courtney!" he yelled.

He looked around the silent forest, scanning for any clues. He got a big one. A few yards farther down the hill was a bike. Mark ran to it and quickly realized what had made the gouge in the tree. The bike's handlebars were bent into a right angle.

"Is it hers?" Andy asked as he ran to meet Mark.

"Yeah," Mark said, his panic rising. "If she was on this when it went over the edge, then she-"

The words froze in Mark's throat. A few yards to his left he saw a hint of something that was dark green. Courtney had a dark green backpack. Mark leaped for it, picked it upaand came upon the body of his friend Courtney Chetwynde.

"It's her!" he shouted. "Call nine-one-one!"

"Holy jeez," Andy said, stunned. He fumbled to pull his cell phone out of his pocket. He nearly dropped it. Twice. "What's the number again?" he stammered nervously.

Mark shot him a look. Andy nodded, feeling dumb. He dialed.

Mark bent down to Courtney. Her long brown hair was a tangle over her face. Her left arm was bent back at a strange angle. He could see that her right hand was on her cell phone. He now knew how she'd made the call to him. He bent down and brushed the hair out of Courtney's eyes.

"Is shea" Andy asked. He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

Mark summoned his courage and put two fingers to her neck, looking for a pulse.