CHAPTER 6
The next morning before the sun
awoke, Drake was slipping out of the hotel room and out into the parking lot.
There was no one around. He had some money with him that Derek had given him at
the gift shop to buy anything he wanted. There was a bus that left at 5:15am
for Carlsbad Caverns. He hoped he had enough money to buy a ticket. He waited
impatiently for it to come. It was a chilly morning and Drake only now just
realized he had left his heavy coat in the hotel. It was too late to get it
now.
Finally the bus came. Drake
climbed aboard, paid the fair, and sat down. It wasn’t a long drive, but it
felt much longer. Even the bus was cold. Drake shivered under his light jacket.
The sun was just rising when they reached the caverns. With a deep breath,
Drake stepped off the bus. He didn’t have enough money to pay for a pass. He
didn’t even have a guardian. But no problem! He knew how to slip buy them,
especially in the dim light. They didn’t so much as see him. Once passed the
gate, Drake trotted along the road to the store. Maybe it would be warm in
there so he could think. There was also a gift shop so no one would think twice
about him hanging around there and not buying anything. Kids alway hung around
the gift shop even when they’re broke.
Now the trick was to not appear
like he was unsupervised. He loitered outside until he saw a group of people,
kids and adults, head toward the store. He passed them and walked in a little
ahead looking like an eager member of their group. Without hesitation, he went
into the gift shop part. While he wanted to be associated very briefly as a
member of their group entering, he did want to be with them long enough to be
recognized as part of their group or else if they left the employees might see
he was still there and get suspicious. Now, no one knew to whom he belonged.
That was his plan.
He spent at least an hour in the
shop, looking at knives, magnets, rocks, pocket watches, and even stuffed
animals. His stomach growled. Great, he had forgotten to eat, too. Well, he
thought, at least the sun is up and warming everything so I won’t be cold
anymore. How much money do I have left? He felt his pockets. A few dollars.
Drake grabbed several energy bars and stood in line. He wouldn’t eat them until
he got really hungry to the point of not thinking straight or not having enough
energy. Until then, he could go hungry for awhile.
The thought of stealing never
entered his head. He didn’t like stealing especially when there was another way
even if it did require some uncomfortable sacrifices. Stealing was like
cussing, done by people with no imagination or determination at that. He was
determined to get along fine without resorting to weak actions or not get along
at all. If he couldn’t, in his mind, he deserved to be back in the foster
system. So that was it. He was decided. He didn’t know quite how he would do
it, but some sort of resolve he never knew existed took ahold of him inside
chose what he could and couldn’t do and made it final. Drake had no intention
of ignoring it, because to him it was himself, the one he could never access,
but now finally had. He would see what he was made of.
With a map in hand, Drake hurried
off toward the caves. He tried not to let himself get distracted by questions
that weakened his plans. What were his plans? He didn’t rightly know, but he
had a rough idea what he was going to do. He was going to look for that guy,
whoever he was. Horas, he would call him, after an agent of an even more evil
royalty in his story that he made up on the spot. Nobody stopped him, Drake was
careful not to look like a loitering kid who might be lost or alone. As long as
he seemed sure of himself, people would assume he was with someone, and as long
as he didn’t stay in one place too long, nobody would take too much notice of
him.
Drake practically haunted as much
as he dared the main building of Carlsbad. That would be where Horas would be,
right? He wanted to access to the caves, right? At a moment of doubt, Drake’s
heart jumped with a mini-heart attack as he saw Derek’s corvette drive up.
Without a moment to spare, he hurried around the corner as casually as he
could. Something between curiosity and cautiousness kept him watching as
carefully as he could. Derek sat in the car for a little before Emilie pulled
up in her rental car.
She always seemed to have unique
trinkets of jewelry, Drake couldn’t help but note. Today she wore a swing
necklace, with a silhouette of a little girl swinging, holding tightly to the
chains of the necklace as though it were the chains of the swing, because in
the miniature it was. Her ring was one that wrapped around her finger and
carved like a branch, not the circular type. There was a little diamond stone
that was between the two ends and around the stone two metal leaves.
Derek climbed out. “Good
morning,” Drake heard him say in an even voice.
“Good morning, something wrong?”
Derek shrugged, “I couldn’t find
Drake this morning.”
“He was at your place again?”
Emilie asked.
Derek nodded ignoring the fact
that he knew she thought he ought to have at least informed the police. “I got
him mad last night on accident. I thought I had fixed things up, but this
morning he was gone. I asked some the hotel people and they checked their
cameras. He snuck out early this morning.”
Cameras! Drake thought in in
horror. Cameras! He had forgotten about them. Wait, cameras. What if… he
couldn’t… why not? How hard could it be to sneak into the security and review
some of the recordings? How hard was it? Drake nearly shouted to himself. Are
you crazy?! He bit his tongue to stop his thoughts. He’d think about it later.
“Why would he do that?” Emilie
sounded genuinely concerned about him, taking Drake off guard.
“I just told you, I got him mad,”
Derek answered. Come to think of it, thought Drake, Derek is awfully downcast.
Why? He had only met him for a little, how could he care so much already?
Forget about it and hang out with your girlfriend, mused Drake angrily. He felt
a little guilty.
“How?”
“I didn’t keep calm when he told
me something about his past,” replied Derek.
“I’m sorry, Derek, sometimes kids
who have gone through a lot of hurt can be more sensitive to some things and
less sensitive to others.” Emilie paused. She had only an elementary knowledge
of broken children. She certainly hadn’t gone to school for it, but she had
worked with many foster children and many of her cousins were from broken
homes. “Have you reported it to the police? There is nothing we can do now and
it would be best to make sure he’s safe.”
“The hotel said they would do
that.” Derek nodded, “I just wish things could have worked out better.”
“I’m sorry, Derek,” Emilie placed
her hand on his shoulder, “I really am. But like you said, Drake needs his time
and he’ll figure things out soon. We will pray for him, okay? That’s all we can
do now.” Drake peeked out from around the corner. Derek nodded. “Let’s pray
right now.” Derek nodded again. They stood in front of the car and Emilie led a
little prayer for Drake, who sat by doing his best to read her lips. He smiled
a little. Was Derek a believer? If not, how awkward. There was a small bite of
skeptical bitterness in his heart which kept him amused. After a moment or two,
Emilie smiled bravely and said, “What do you want to do?” Derek shrugged. “You
can have the day, I have some things to do anyway.” Derek nodded. Drake’s brows
furrowed with confusion and frustration as he tried to understand what was
going on. Why was he so upset?
“I’m sorry, Emilie,” said Derek,
“I don’t think I can enjoy right now.”
“I understand,” assured Emilie,
“I wouldn’t ask anything less. You can look for him if you want. He might be
around here. It’s a pretty big park, but it might make you feel better. I’ll
keep my eye out, too.”
“I’ll do that,” Derek climbed
back into his car and began to reverse.
Emilie skipped the curb and reach
his open window, “And, Derek, I’m sorry. I really am. I just want you to know I
am more upset than I show, this is just a bit much for me to react to right
now. Drake must be going through a lot right now.”
“Thanks, anyway, see you
tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“See you then.” Derek drove away
and Emilie stepped inside.
Drake would have gazed on in
frustration for several minutes if not that instant a car drove up with a
driver Drake recognized immediately as a Missing Persons Investigator. After
seeing so many official persons, it was not a challenge for him to recognize
them when they came around. Perhaps it was the sort of air they carried or just
how they looked and acted. Suddenly Drake realized he had been seen. It was too
late to slip away.
“Hey, kid,” the investigator
called, “enjoying your day at the caves?” Drake nodded. “Don’t lose your folks,
now, or I’ll be lookin’ for you.”
“You some sort of missing persons
officer?” Drake played dumb.
“That’s right.”
“Who are you looking for? Maybe
I’ve seen them.”
“Maybe. I’m looking for a little
girl named Rosie Ann Carroll.”
Drake breathed in relief, “Red
haired eight year old with her dad?”
“Hey, that’s right, can you tell
me anything else about her?”
“She had green eyes and was - I
dunno - fragile looking. Her dad was a big red-head but looked like anyone else
I s’pose. Whatcha looking for her for? She’s with her dad?” Custody issues,
Drake supposed, between, hmm… let me guess… the mother?
“Custody issues with the mother.”
Drake smirked inwardly. “Say -”
Predicting what was next, Drake
jumped in, “They were around here, but that was earlier this morning. Ope - I
gotta go,” he nodded down the hill like he was signifying who he was with.
“What’s your name?” the
investigator asked as he turned to scurry down the hill.
“Byran!” Drake called back,
blurring his name to sound like ‘Brian.’ As he disappeared down the hill, he
breathed in relief. That was close! He didn’t even have to lie to keep the man
from becoming suspicious. He knew that if the investigator became at all
suspecting that he was hiding his identity, the first thing he would do back at
the office was look up any red-blonde haired, blue eyes, fair-skinned
twelve-year olds missing and his name and picture would surely turn up. As far
as lying. He had always known that it was best to stay as close to the truth as
possible. It significantly brought down the chances of a slip-up and made it
easier to explain yourself out of it by letting and blaming misunderstandings
at work.
As he was thinking this, Drake’s
attention was drawn to a man staring at him. It was the man from the day
before! Seeing he was noticed, the stranger rushed away. Drake followed. After
a few minutes he lost sight of him and began to wander around only to find that
the man was again following him. He turned around and followed the stranger,
who in turn whirled around in the other direction. After several minutes, the
man stopped and turned. Drake noticed they were in a rather isolated area, so
he turned away and hurried back up the concrete path to the information
building. The man followed at a distance.
Drake’s heart beat with each
step. He became more and more aware of how alone they were. It was to his great
relief when a young dark-haired woman came down the path. She smiled at him as
her eyes roved across the path. She would do for now. Her presence would give
him enough time to reach the information building.
The man was closer now. The door
was just a few steps away. Drake skipped those few steps, pulled open the door,
and stepped inside. The fact that there had been people outside did not comfort
him.
“Oh!” a young woman exclaimed for
he had run into her. “Drake!” It was Emilie. Drake faced her. She was
speechless for a moment. “Well,” she said at last in a very different tone
Lexie used to use the word with, “I guess - we, Derek and myself that is, we
were going to go on a tour today and wanted you to come but… well, obviously we
weren’t able to tell you. It is at - what was it again - oh, right, it’s at
eleven!”
Drake couldn’t help but admire
her attempt to keep things natural, but he was irritated because the stranger
he was following now passed him and was disappearing out another door. “I’ll
see, I am a bit - busy.”
“Alright - okay,” poor Emilie was
so flustered, “Well, I’ll let Derek know. You can meet us in the big room if
you want. And don’t worry about your ticket.”
“Okay! Okay!” Drake edged away.
“Hopefully see you later,” Emilie
waved as he went, “Oh, and Drake… don’t worry!” He knew what she was saying but
gave no sign as he hurried after his prey. It was ten now. Thirty minutes were
spent in the same awkward game of chase with the “it” changing back and forth.
They weren’t covering any ground. The were simply circling the same areas over
and over again. Drake would decide they had gone too far away from other people
and turn around. THe man would follow him back. They might loiter at a distance
for a minute or two before one would try to slip away with the other following,
before one or the other turned back. They always ended up back at the
information building. He had an uncomfortable feeling they were drawing the
attention of the security and rangers, even tourist gave them odd looks.
Finally Drake had had enough and
stopped. Apparently the man had the same idea, because he came to a halt, too.
A minute passed with them glaring at each other until they finally took a first
step toward each other, then another, and another, and another until they met
in the middle. Drake felt safe enough, they were not alone. There was that one
girl he had seen before and a few other families walking about. Enough to bare
witness if anything bad happened, but not enough to interfere with their
confrontation.
“So, it appears we are of the
same mind in many ways,” remarked the gaunt fellow.
“How do you mean?” asked Drake
evenly.
“We see each other the other day,
recognize each other as being a ‘person of interest’, as the doctor would put
it, come to the caves the next morning with the intent to follow, and act on
that intent, participating in the most embarrassing game of cat and mouse
changing characters flippantly and finally at the same moment deciding we’d had
it. I am sure you are already aware, though.” The man spoke as one with
excellent education.
“Who’s the doctor?” asked Drake
curtly. He did not want to banty with words.
“The main character in the
British television show Dr. Who. Have you not seen it?” the man replied coily.
Drake knew he was being played with and simply scowled. “Right,” the man
continued after a pause, “Neither have I. But I suppose you mean the doctor I
was referring to.”
“Who else?” Drake growled.
“Sorry that is private
knowledge.” Was the short answer, “and now that we have put an end to our tag
game, I shall be going. You are welcome to say nothing of this meeting to
anyone else or I may have to force my hospitality on your before it is time. Of
course, if you wish, you may accept it now freely. We won’t tell tales to
Missing Persons.”
Drake didn’t move. The man
shrugged and walked away. The boy looked around. There was nobody near anymore
except the young woman on a bench reading. Drake stared hard at her. She seemed
to be around a lot. Suddenly she shut her book, slid it under her arm, and
walked away untucking her hair.
Had he seen an ear piece in her
ear? And not the sort meant for hard of hearing people. And was that a tiny
camera in the book? He hadn’t seen it, but the way she held the book, it was
always turned slightly towards them. And what was she doing reading Sherlock
Holmes out in the hot sun anyway? It was a good series, Drake had read it, but not
at a National Park on a path. The fact she had left ruled out the option that
she was waiting for someone.
With an uncomfortable feeling,
Drake hurried off to once again pursue the stranger man. It was not long before
he caught up. He did not bother hiding himself. He followed right at his heels.
THe man couldn’t no know he was there. A blind man couldn’t not know. But he
ignored him. Drake remained silent.
Drake thought about what he was
doing. He had his doubts, but whatever they were, he followed his adversary
closely until they reached the parking lot. Drake abruptly stopped. The man
continued to his car. On opposite sides of Drake were two men who had looked
suspiciously like they were waiting for something. Now they casually walked
towards him.
The runaway felt danger in his
chest as he did a 180 and went back into the building. For the first time he
longed to see someone he knew and for them to see him. Emilie and Derek! The
tour! What time was it? Ten fifty-eight. Maybe if he hurried.
One of the two men were nearly
behind him now. The man’s hand was in his pocket on, Drake correctly assumed,
his gun. A pleasant means of inviting Drake to be their guest, he was sure.
With quick step, Drake walked towards the elevator room just as Derek was
stepping out.
“Drake!” he exclaimed, “We were
worried you wouldn’t make it. Come on. Let’s go!”
Drake could have blessed Derek
right then. Not only was he a life saver, but he wasn’t making anything
awkward.
The two men who had been pursuing
him scowled but left him alone. Derek glanced at them. He could tell they were
up to no good and gave them a dark look as though daring them to try anything
before leading Drake into the elevator room. The exchange of looks did not
escape Drake’s observation making him admire Derek even more for the safety he
felt. It was a nice first to have someone outside himself to run to. What a
strange feeling. What a wonderful feeling! He wished he could have it all the
time.
The tour went well. Drake enjoyed
the caves as usual. Emilie gave him a lot of attention and he felt Derek’s
watchful eye at all times. Rather than feeling irritated, he felt cared for. He
believed Emilie’s promise that he didn’t have to worry. Something inside him
clicked.
“There are some really nice walks
around here that we can spend our afternoon doing and then we can watch the
bats,” suggested Emilie.
“Let’s!” Drake exclaimed.
“That sounds interesting,” agreed
Derek.
Emilie told them about several of
the hikes and some educational points as they came out of the tour area. Drake
listened to every word. “You’ll do great as a ranger,” remarked Derek at last,
“I would listen to you!”
Emilie laughed, “Thanks! Do you
guys want to see the bats tonight?”
Drake nodded eagerly. “Alright,
let’s do it.”
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