The last leg of the trip was only thirty minutes long. The wind had picked up and the clouds were growing darker and thicker, crowding each other so that they pushed up high in the sky. It was going to rain, and rain hard, probably thunder and lightning. Lake pictured the counselors at the water park, hurrying the kids into their clothes and onto the bus.
The camp seemed nearly deserted when she arrived. There were only four or five cars in the parking lot, and once she climbed the hill and reached the main grounds, she saw just two people-a male counselor collecting an archery board that had toppled over in the wind and an older man dragging a net bag of soccer balls across the parched lawn.
She approached the counselor and asked for directions to the infirmary. He pointed to a small, roughhewn cabin nestled in a cluster of fir trees. As she entered the building, with its row of old-fashioned, metal-framed beds, she saw that Amy was the only patient. At first Lake thought her daughter was sleeping-she lay with her eyes closed and her thick braid of brown hair flopped on the pillow. But at the sound of Lake’s footsteps, Amy’s eyes shot open.
“Mom,” she said hoarsely. She let out small moan of relief.
“Oh, sweetie,” Lake said, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling Amy to her.
“I don’t have strep,” Amy told her with a weak smile. “I mean, my throat still hurts a lot, but they said it’s a virus.”
“Well, maybe it will clear up faster, then. Is the nurse here?”
“She went over to the mess hall to get me some Jell-O.”
“I brought something to cheer you up.” Lake pulled a tissue-wrapped package from her purse and offered it to her daughter. Inside was a small, funky bracelet she’d bought weeks ago and put aside for Amy’s birthday.
Amy tore the tissue off and beamed when she saw the bracelet.
“I love it. Thanks, Mom. I’m so glad you came.”
“Me, too.”
A screen door banged and they looked in unison in that direction. The nurse, a fortyish woman with a short choppy haircut, was back. She introduced herself and set a tray down on the little table that swung out from Amy’s bed. There was a cup of tea and the promised Jell-O, along with a stainless-steel spoon that was dull and thinned from a thousand washings.
“Did Amy tell you that the strep test came back negative?” the nurse asked.
“Yes. Though that means there’s nothing you can give her, right?” Lake said.
“Only bed rest. But the good news is that it should run its course in just a couple of days.”
Lake chatted politely with the nurse for a minute and then turned her attention back to her daughter. Amy seemed needy of her company, and yet it clearly hurt her to talk.
“Why don’t I give you a back massage?” Lake offered.
“Hmm,” Amy murmured happily.
As her hands kneaded the muscles in Amy’s back, Lake realized that her daughter’s body had become more muscular this summer, and yet there was still something so girlish about her soft skin and thin shoulder blades. Lake found herself getting tearful, almost fraught. I can’t lose you, she thought. I have to make things work.
After a while she glanced at her watch. It was just before five. The bus might already be back.
“I hate to go, honey,” Lake said, stroking Amy’s cheek. “But I’m afraid Mr. Morrison will slap me in cuffs if I overstay my welcome. Plus, you need to rest.”
“Mom, I did one bad thing,” Amy croaked. “I told Will you were coming. That was before I saw your fax and you told me not to.”
“That’s okay. They told me I could say a quick hello in the parking lot when the bus gets back.”
“That’s good. He was so mad that he might not see you.”
Lake said goodbye to her daughter, hugging her almost too hard. She had to be careful, she knew, or Amy would once again pick up on her fear and anguish.
“See you in just another two weeks,” Lake said, as lightly as she could. “We’ll have fun shopping for new school clothes, okay?”
Outside it hadn’t started to rain yet, but the sky was now a mass of dark, angry clouds, and the wind was chasing herds of fallen leaves across the campgrounds. Lake made her way to the administrative office, where she thanked Morrison for letting her come and learned that the bus was behind schedule. She didn’t look forward to driving home in the inevitable downpour.
Descending the hill, she checked her BlackBerry. No call back from Rory. As soon as she was in the car, she tried the home number again. This time Rory answered. Her hello sounded anxious.
“What’s going on, Rory?” Lake asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Thanks for calling back, Lake. I’m just feeling really nervous.”
Lake’s body sagged; she couldn’t have Rory getting cold feet.
“Are you worried someone will see you looking through the file drawers?” she asked. “Why don’t you wait and try to do it when most people have left?”
“I’m afraid it’s too late,” Rory said fretfully. “I think someone did see me.”
“What do you mean?” Lake asked.
“I already went through the files. After I met you, I decided to go back to the office. I was anxious about what you’d told me and wanted to see the charts for myself. I knew some of the staff was going to be there for a late procedure and I told them I came back because I’d forgotten something. When I left the storage room, I had the sense someone had been watching me in there.”
“Did you see anyone?”
“No-it was just a sense I had. And then this morning I got this weird hang-up. And then another one a little while later. I’m all alone here this weekend and I’m just really scared.”
Lake’s stomach knotted. She’d put Rory in possible jeopardy and she had to do something about it.
“Is there any way your husband could cut his trip short?”
There was a pause as Rory seemed to consider the option.
“No, I can’t ask him to…It’s-it’s a really important client and so much depends on this trip.”
“Do you have anyone else you can call? Someone from your family-or a neighbor?”
“No, no one. We only moved here about a year ago, and people haven’t been very welcoming. It’s not an inclusive community here at all.”
“Maybe the calls are unrelated,” Lake said, though her alarm was growing. “Just because someone saw you going through files doesn’t mean they think you were doing anything wrong. You might have been just checking out some patient info, right?”
“But they probably saw that the files were missing,” Rory said, almost pleading. “They probably know what I was up to.”
“What do you mean, missing?” Lake asked.
“I took some files with me. I didn’t dare photocopy them.”
“You have the files with you now?” Lake said, incredulous.
“Yes. About ten of them.”
“And?” Lake asked. “Do they show anything?” She held her breath.
“Yes,” Rory said. “They have those letter codes you talked about. Not every file I checked had them, but I took the ones that did.”
With her free hand, Lake ran her hand roughly through her hair. This was exactly what she’d hoped for. She had to see those files-and she owed it to Rory to make sure she was safe.
“Rory, why don’t I come to your place? I’ll take the files so you don’t have to worry about them.”
“Are you sure? I’m all the way up in Bedford Hills. It’s over an hour north of the city. I can make photocopies tomorrow and figure out the best way to get them back in the drawers.”
“I’m actually upstate now-a ways north of you, even. I can leave in a few minutes. Just tell me the address and I’ll use my GPS.”
“Well, if you really wouldn’t mind, that would be great,” Rory said. “I just feel so nervous.”