If she agreed to help him, she would be in some danger. But he was certain that he could protect her. He was not the same weak and ineffectual Colin Jacobs who had moved to Santa Leona at the beginning of the summer, and his new aggressiveness would come as a surprise to Roy. A nasty surprise. And surprise was very definitely to his advantage.
Heather was waiting at the beach, in the shadow of the pier. She was wearing a one-piece blue swimsuit. She didn’t like two-piece suits or bikinis or anything like that because she didn’t think she looked good enough in them. Colin thought she would have looked as appealing as any other teen-age girl on the beach, better than many of them, and he told her that. He could see that the compliment pleased her, but it was equally obvious that she did not really believe it.
They chose a spot on the hot sand to spread their beach towels. For a while they lay on their backs, in companionable silence, basking in the sun.
At last Colin turned on his side and rose up slightly, supporting himself on one bent elbow, and said, “How much does it matter to you that I’m Roy Borden’s friend?”
She frowned, but she didn’t open her eyes or turn away from the sun. “What do you mean?”
“How much does it matter?” he persisted, his heart beginning to pound.
“Why should it matter to me?” she asked. “I don’t understand.”
Colin took a deep breath and plunged ahead. “Would you still like me if I wasn’t Roy’s friend?”
Now she turned her head toward him and opened her eyes. “Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
She rolled onto her side and rose on one elbow to face him. The wind stirred her hair. “You mean you think maybe I’m interested in you only because you’re the best friend of the school big shot?”
Colin blushed. “Well…”
“That’s a terrible thing to think,” she said, but she didn’t sound angry.
He shrugged, embarrassed but still anxious to hear her answer.
“And it’s insulting,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” he said quickly, placatingly. “I didn’t mean it that way. It’s just… I had to ask. It’s important to know if you-”
“I like you because you’re you,” Heather said. “I’m here right now because you’re fun to be with. Roy Borden doesn’t have anything to do with it. Actually, I’m here in spite of the fact that you’re his buddy.”
“Huh?”
“I’m one of the few people at school who doesn’t really care what Roy does or says or thinks. Most everyone wants to be his friend, but I don’t particularly care if he even knows I exist.”
Colin blinked, surprised. “You don’t like Roy?”
She hesitated, then said, “He’s your friend. I don’t want to talk against him.”
“But that’s just it,” Colin said excitedly. “He isn’t my friend any more. He hates me.”
“What? What happened?”
“I’ll tell you in a minute. Don’t worry about that. I’ve been just about bursting to tell someone.” Colin sat up on his beach towel. “But first I’ve got to know what you think of him. I thought you liked him. One of the first things you said to me was that you’d seen me with Roy. So I figured-”
“I was just curious about you and him,” she said. “You didn’t seem like the kind of guy who usually hangs around with him. And the better I’ve gotten to know you, the stranger it seems.”
“Tell me why you don’t like him.”
She sat up, too.
The ocean wind was warm and salt-scented.
“Well,” she said, “I don’t exactly dislike him. Not a lot. I mean, not actively or passionately or anything. I don’t really know him well enough for that. But I do know him well enough to know I could never be a fan of his. There’s something sleazy about him.”
“Sleazy?”
“It’s hard to put into words,” Heather said. “But I always get the feeling that Roy’s never… sincere. Not ever. Not about anything. Most of the time he seems to be putting on an act. Apparently, no one else ever notices it. But I get the feeling he’s always manipulating people, using them one way or another, and then laughing about it inside.”
“Yeah!” Colin said. “Oh yeah! Exactly. That’s exactly what he’s doing. And he’s good at it. Not just with other kids. He can manipulate adults, too.”
“My mother met him once,” Heather said. “I didn’t think she was ever going to stop talking about him. She thought he was so charming, so polite.”
“My mother, too,” Colin said. “She’d rather have him for a son than me.”
“So what happened?” Heather asked. “Why aren’t you and Roy friends any more?”
He told her everything, beginning with the day he had first met Roy. He told her about the cat in the birdcage. The games with the electric trains. Roy’s story about killing two other boys just for kicks. Roy’s desire to rape and kill Sarah Callahan, his neighbor. The nightmare at Hermit Hobson’s automobile graveyard. The lighter-fluid attack. He told her everything that he’d learned in the library, the entire story of Belinda Jane Borden’s hideous accidental death-and the eventual hospitalization of both Roy and Mrs. Borden.
Heather listened in stunned silence. Initially, her face registered doubt, but the skepticism gradually faded and was replaced by a look of growing if reluctant belief. She was horrified, and when Colin finally finished, she said, “You’ve got to tell the police.”
He looked out at the rolling sea and the sky with its swooping gulls. “No,” he said. “They won’t believe me.”
“Sure they will. You convinced me.”
“That’s different. You’re a kid, like me. They’re adults. Besides, when they call my mother to ask her if she knows anything about it, she’ll tell them I’m lying and that I’ve got a drug problem. God knows what they’ll do to me then.”
“We’ll tell my folks,” Heather said. “They’re not really all that bad. Better than yours, I guess. They actually listen now and then. We can convince them. I know we can.”
He shook his head. “No. Roy charmed your mother before. Remember? He’ll charm her all over again if he has to. She’ll believe him, not us. And if your folks call Weezy to discuss it with her, she’ll convince them I’m a crazed doper. They’ll split us up. You won’t be allowed to come near me. Then if Roy knows you believe me, he’ll try to kill both of us.”
She was silent for a while. Then she shuddered and said, “You’re right.”
“Yeah,” he said miserably.
“What are we going to do?”
He looked at her. “Did you say ‘we’?”
“Well, of course I said ‘we.’ What do you think-that I’d turn my back on you at a time like this? You can’t handle it alone. No one could.”
Relieved, he said, “I was hoping you’d say that.”
She reached out, took hold of his hand.
“I’ve got a plan,” he said.
“A plan for what?”
“For trapping Roy. There’s a part in it for you.”
“What do I have to do?”
“You’re the bait,” Colin said. He told her about his scheme.
When he was finished, she said, “It’s clever.”
“It’ll work.”
“I’m not sure.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t make very good bait,” she said. “You need to use a girl that Roy would find… desirable … sexy. A girl he’d want real bad.” Her face colored. “I’m just not… enough. ”
“You’re wrong about that,” Colin said. “You’re enough. You’re more than enough. You’re plenty.”