"Anything?"
He drops down with a huff.
"No, there's a sheet blocking the window." He musses his curls and flicks them out of his face.
I follow him around to the back door, which he tries to yank open. The door bangs back and forth against a barrier.
"There must be a bolt across the door."
We walk around to the front and he tries lifting the garage door, but it's useless.
"There's no way in. We should just go. There's probably no car in there anyway."
"Then why is there a sheet covering the window?" Dale curses softly and shakes his head. His body goes still and he looks at me. "You could go through the wall."
"What?" I step away from him. "No way!"
"Nicole. You have to."
"No, I don't!" My breaths quicken as I pace around him, knowing he's right. "You want me to put my face through a wall."
"Of course I don't want you to, but I can't see any other way. You've walked through other stuff."
"This is different!"
"How?"
"It's like a thick building wall, not some thin partition or piece of glass. What if I get stuck in the middle!"
Dale shoots me a pitiful frown. "You won't get stuck."
"Yeah, because I'm not doing it."
"Then you have just wasted our morning." He throw his hands up. "I'm not willing to accuse my friend without proof."
"I can't do it."
"Yes you can."
"No, I really can't."
"Nicole. Get your ass through that wall. Do it!"
I step back and cross my arms, firing some pretty decent eye bolts at him. He's looking straight at me, man I wish he could see them.
"For the record," I say quietly as I step towards the garage. "I really don't like you."
"For the record, I really don't care."
"Liar," we both say in unison before breaking into broad smiles.
Dale's expression softens as he moves towards me.
"I know you can do this. Just take a breath, close your eyes and walk straight ahead."
"How do you know I'm facing the garage."
"Just a hunch." He shrugs.
I pull in a few shaky breaths then let my arms flop to my side.
"You can do it," Dale says one more time as I stretch my hand towards the wall.
My fingers go straight through the wood and instinct pulls them out again.
"Close your eyes," Dale reminds me.
I do as I'm told and start walking forward.
I can't feel anything so open my eyes to see where I'm up to. I gasp as I realize I'm standing inside the wall. With a little wail, I push myself through.
"Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross! Gross!" I jump around the room like I've just walked through a cobweb.
"Are you in?" Dale calls from outside.
"Yeah." I turn to look behind me and notice a car covered with a huge calico cloth. I'm pretty sure it's Adam's Mustang, but we'd have to pull the sheet off to know for sure.
"Okay, Nicky, now unbolt the door and let me in."
I walk towards it and look at the lock. Thankfully the bolt isn't padlocked. I reach to pull it open, but my air fingers are useless.
"I can't. My fingers go straight through."
"Nicky." Dale is leaning against the outside door. I hear him taking a slow breath, forcing himself not to lose it with my incompetent self. "If you can flick paper, you can open this lock. Now concentrate."
I close my eyes. "Don't sound so patronising, please."
"What do you want me to say? Open the damn lock?"
I grin. "Yeah, that would be good."
Dale snorts out a laugh. "Man, I..."
My eyes go wide as he swallows back his words.
"You what?"
"Nothin'," he whispers. "Just open the damn lock."
"Alright fine, but give me a minute and don't talk." I lift my chin. "I need to concentrate."
A soft thud sounds on the other side of the door, followed by an exasperated sigh. I squash my grin and focus on the lock.
It feels like it takes forever, but bit by bit, I manage to move the bolt until finally it comes free. I stand back from the door.
"Okay, it's unlocked."
Dale turns the latch and pushes it open with his shoulder. Light floods into the room.
Looking at his watch, Dale grins at me. "Ten minutes. Not bad Air Fingers."
"Thanks," I mutter.
Dale's humor vanishes as he notices the car beside us. Lifting the sheet, we spot the midnight blue paint. I gaze at his deep frown lines as he slowly pulls the sheet off. Without saying a word, he squats down by the right bumper, running his hands along it then glancing up at the wing mirror. I don't need to see it to know what it looks like; Dale's face is screaming the truth.
"I'm sorry, Dale."
He shakes his head and stands up, kicking the lower bumper. I move to stand next to him and notice the scratch marks. I run my finger over the slight dent.
"That's where he must have hit me."
"You talking about the dent?"
"Yeah."
I guess I should be feeling happy that we know who it is now. Adam knows where I am, so Dale can now find me. But a quiet sadness settles around us. I don't envy Dale, in fact my heart is breaking for him as I watch his eyebrows bunch together and his brown eyes swirl with disappointment.
"What do you want to do now?"
"Head back to school." He shakes his head. "Kick Adam's butt then make him take me to where you are."
"Okay." I nod. "Should we-"
A ring tone whistle cuts my sentence short.
"Do you hear that?"
Dale looks at me then stops to listen. "Whistling?"
"Ringtone." Fear clips my word, making it come out short and sharp.
Dale's eyes round with surprise and he scrambles to cover the car as we hear the one voice we never expected.
"Sheriff Hutton speaking."
"What?" I can't believe it. He knew. He knew where I was this whole time.
"Yeah. Can it wait?.... No, no I understand.... Uh-huh.... Look just give me ten minutes and I'll be there.... Yep.... Yep.... Okay, bye." The sheriff lets out a short curse then I hear him dialling another number.
Dale waves to get my attention then points to the door.
"Shouldn't we cover the car first?"
He shakes his head and mouths, "Too much noise."
"Where are you?" The sheriff sounds pissed. "I told you to meet me there this morning and you took off to school."
Footsteps draw near to the garage as his voice gets louder.
"This is your mess, son. And I'm helping you out of it. Now I have to head into the station, but as soon as I'm done, you better be outside school waiting for me."
The call ends with a definitive beep.
Dale is just about to step out the back door and make a run for it when Sheriff Hutton appears.
"What the hell?"
Dale steps back, fear fluttering over his features, before he pulls his face into a hard glare.
"What are you doing in here?"
The sheriff looks over Dale's shoulder and spots Adam's car fully exposed. His face blanches and his eyes grow wide. Grabbing Dale by the collar he pulls him outside.
"You're trespassing son and I won't tolerate that kind of behavior!"
"Let him go!" I try to loosen the sheriff's grip on Dale, but he doesn't even feel me. Throwing Dale against the car, he pulls out his cuffs.
"What are you doing?"
Dale doesn't say anything as his wrists are bound with the cold metal, he just has this really dark look on his face.