Fly by Night by Andrea Thalasinos

Author:Andrea Thalasinos
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781466851917
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates

24

It was not quite 6 a.m. on Monday, the morning after her phone call to TJ. Both Amelia and Bryce had the day off. Across the hall she heard him stirring in his room.

She stepped through his partially open doorway, already in her down parka. With her hand she nudged the door open a bit more.

“Hey, Bry?” His breathing sounded like he was awake. “You awake?”

The sheets swished. He looked at the doorway.

“Am now,” she heard him say.

“Up for a drive?”

The sheets rustled as he scratched his nose.

“Where?”

“Lake Superior, to the property.”

He sat up and looked at her as if she were crazy.

“Oh come on,” she said. “It’s not that far.”

“Jesus, what time is it?” He looked at the window and then around for his phone until finding it on the night table where he’d left it.

“Almost six,” she said.

“Christ. It’s so dark,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “When?”

“Now.” She chuckled.

“Now?” He spotted her down coat. “Holy Christ, you’re not kidding, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Isn’t there a winter storm warning? I heard my phone app go off about an hour ago.” He picked up the phone, examining the radar and then turned it toward her, the bright blue bands of snow swirling to cover the screen.

“Eh, alarmist,” she dismissed with a hand. “We’ll be back before it hits.”

“Uhh—don’t think so, Am.” His expression was one of disbelief as he held up the screen.

They’d done all sorts of crazy things before: gone out in rickety boats, flipping off all manner of small-craft warnings. In looking back she was sometimes amazed that Alex hadn’t been orphaned before he’d been of legal age. And that they’d never once gotten arrested or jailed on foreign soil, always making it back to the host families who’d cared for Alex when he was too young to come along and crew.

“For Pete’s sake, it’s only a three-and-a-half-hour drive,” she said, which was nothing considering how they’d bomb up and down the coast of Maine in search of remote marshy backwaters, crashing overnight in the back of her Jeep with young Alex in a sleeping bag on the backseat, she and Bryce cramped in the back or else on a beach.

Bryce rubbed his eyes again, yawning as he said, “I don’t know, Am.”

“What’s not to know—said I’d drive,” she offered, leaning in his doorway. “Egg McMuffins on me.”

He swung over his legs, touched the floor, and stood.

“God, I hate it when you use food,” he said and remained noncommittal as he ambled past her into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, and then burped.

“Jesus—you’re the only person I know who burps the second they wake up.”

“It was more than a second,” he said. “God, it sucks there’s never anything to eat.” Bryce shut the refrigerator door, and looked at her as if it was her fault.

She raised her hands. “Do I look like a grocery store to you?”

He sighed in disgust and turned.

“Come to Lake Superior and I’ll feed you,” she said in what she thought was her hypnotic voice.

“Jen coming too?” he asked mid-yawn, looking for signs of their roommate as he scratched his side.

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