Borderline: a YA Romantic Suspense Thriller Novel by Sorboni Banerjee

Author:Sorboni Banerjee [Banerjee, Sorboni]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781957548388
Publisher: Wise Wolf Books
Published: 2023-06-27T04:00:00+00:00

CADE

Football practice couldn’t end soon enough. I just wanted to get out of there—away from the graffiti and the gossip, the rumors and the drama—and scoop up Jane at the diner to hang in the barn. I was worried about her.

I decided to skip showering to save time, even though my feet were soaked, especially my right one. The tape on my cleat had peeled up, and mud was squishing in, the practice field totally waterlogged from all the rain.

All summer, the rain was all we’d needed, and nothing. Now it’d been raining on and off all week when all we wanted was for it to clear up by Sunday. The homecoming game. College scouts.

Everything was on the line.

And none of it seemed to matter if Jane wasn’t going to be around to see it unfold.

The creek runoff was overflowing into the edges of the field and parking lot. A fish flopped in the shallow street flooding. I reached down and tossed it back into the stream by the fence and then sloshed through the parking lot to my truck.

I rested my head against the window. I was wiped. Worrying was more of a workout than football. It made me feel like an old, old man. And I suddenly missed being a little kid. Tree forts. Treasure maps. Pretending to be a tiger or frog. Catching lightning bugs. Racing our little boats until they were sucked under the interstate and out the other side—the other side we never dared cross to see. Funny to think there was a time when the only danger was a busy road.

I called out a couple of goodbyes to my friends and peeled out, loud, through the puddles to make them spray up around me. It hadn’t rained this hard since right after I found Jane in the corn.

Wait.

The fish on the practice field just now.

There’d been a dead fish in the drainpipe where Jane hid.

The fish would only get in there if the creek crested, which it could have during that early summer storm.

All the times Jane and I had crisscrossed the ditch and the drain looking for her bag, I never thought to cross to the other side of the interstate and look there. What if Jane had lost the bag in the storm drain and it got swept under and out like my paper boats did back in the day?

I pulled off right before the woods near the farm and got out by the factories. This was a total shot in the dark. I was being stupid. Wasting more time. But still...I had to see.

I started jogging and then broke into an all-out run, trying to still the adrenaline of my crazy theory and prepare myself for the same letdown of every trip to the storm drain.

I slid down the embankment and peeked in. Muddy water coursed through the normally dry concrete. I ducked in and waded through to where it streamed out, followed the flow down, down, to where the road passed overhead.

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