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Authors: April Henry

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The Night She Disappeared

BOOK: The Night She Disappeared
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For L. K. Madigan,
a good friend and a great writer
gone too soon

 

Contents

 

The Day It Happened: Drew

The Second Day: Gabie

The Second Day: Todd and Jeremy

The Third Day: Gabie

The Third Day: Gavin

The Third Day: Gabie

The Fourth Day: Kayla

The Fourth Day: “John Robertson”

The Fourth Day: Drew

The Fourth Day: Gabie

The Fourth Day: Drew

The Fourth Day: Gabie

The Fourth Day: Drew

The Fourth Day: Gabie

The Sixth Day: Gabie

The Sixth Day: Kayla

The Sixth Day: Gabie

The Sixth Day: Drew

The Sixth Day: Gabie

The Seventh Day: Kayla

The Seventh Day: Drew

The Seventh Day: Gabie

The Seventh Day: “John Robertson”

The Seventh Day: Drew

The Seventh Day: Gabie

The Seventh Day: Drew

The Seventh Day: Gabie

The Seventh Day: Drew

The Eighth Day: Kayla

The Eighth Day: Gabie

The Eighth Day: Drew

The Ninth Day: Kayla

The Ninth Day: Gabie

The Ninth Day: Drew

The Tenth Day: Gabie

The Thirteenth Day: Drew

The Fourteenth Day: “John Robertson”

The Fourteenth Day: Kayla

The Fourteenth Day: Drew

The Fourteenth Day: “John Robertson”

The Fourteenth Day: Gabie

The Fourteenth Day: Drew

The Fourteenth Day: Kayla

The Sixteenth Day: Drew

The Eighty-Eighth Day: Gabie

 

The Day It Happened

 

Drew

 

IT WAS ME
who took the order. It could have been anyone. I don’t know why I feel guilty. But it was me.

“Pete’s Pizza. This is Drew,” I said, and winked at Kayla. She blew the black bangs out of her blue eyes and smiled. Even in that stupid white baseball cap Pete makes us wear, she looked hot. I wondered if she knew that. Probably. Then Kayla picked up a handful of pepperoni. She weighed it on the small silver scale and started laying the circles out on the pizza skin. She had already put down the sauce and cheese.

“Yeah,” a man said. “I’d like to order some pizzas to be delivered.” There was nothing special about his voice. The cops have asked me over and over. Did he have an accent? Did he sound drunk? Calm? Angry? Was he old? Young? Did he sound like a smoker? Did I recognize his voice?

For each question, I have the same answer.
I don’t know
.

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. I haven’t been able to tell them anything useful.

Each time I say that, they sigh or shake their heads and then ask me another question. Like if they ask it enough times in enough ways, I’ll remember something important.

But I never do.

I pulled an order form toward me and grabbed a pen. “Okay. What kind do you want?”

“Three larges. Hey, is the girl in the Mini Cooper making deliveries tonight?”

He meant Gabie. Kayla had traded with Gabie so Kayla could get Friday off. Kayla and I were the only two on. Miguel had clocked out at seven thirty, after the dinner rush was over.

Kayla was on delivery because I don’t have a car. She had only gone out once that night. It was a Wednesday, so it was slow. And it was already eight. We close at ten.

Pete’s Pizza is in a little strip mall. On one side is a florist and a Starbucks and a Blockbuster. On the other is a Baskin-Robbins and a Subway. Kayla used to work at the Subway. But Pete pays fifty cents more an hour, plus extra for deliveries. And then there’s tips. Kayla always got a lot of them. She always said she liked to make deliveries.

Says.
She always
says
she
likes
. I shouldn’t use the past tense.

Kayla says.

I thought the guy must have flirted with Gabie the last time she delivered a pizza to him. Jealousy pinched me. It wasn’t like I was dating Gabie. We just worked together. I wasn’t dating anyone. But this guy, this guy felt confident enough to flirt with the pizza delivery girl. He could probably stand behind a cute girl in a movie line and when he got to the window he’d be buying tickets for them both.

I didn’t answer him directly when he asked about Gabie. Instead I just said, “One of our staff members will deliver your order in forty-five minutes.”

The fact that he asked about Gabie is the only thing I’ve been able to tell the cops, but it doesn’t help. Gabie hasn’t been able to tell them anything either.

“So what kind do you want?” I asked.

“Three Meat Monsters.”

Meat Monsters are gross. They have sausage, pepperoni, ground beef, and linguica. After you eat a slice, your lips feel slick. And if you look in the mirror later, you’ll find an orange ring around your mouth. Even if you use a napkin.

He told me his name was John Robertson. He gave me his phone number and his address. I told him it would cost $35.97 and hung up the phone.

“Order in!” I joked, like it was a busy night. Then I grabbed three pizza skins from the cooler. Kayla and I got to work. We stood hip to hip, not working fast, but not slow, either. Just a steady, comfortable rhythm. We’ve worked together enough that we didn’t have to say much about who was going to do what. At one point we both reached for the Alpo—otherwise known as sausage—and our hands touched. We looked at each other and kind of smiled. Then I pulled my hand back and let her go first.

I think about that a lot now.

Was I the last friendly, normal person to touch her?

 

 

Transcript of 911 Call

 

911 Operator:
911. Police, fire, or medical?

 

Drew Lyle:
Um, police.

 

911 Operator:
What seems to be the problem?

 

Drew Lyle:
I, uh, I work at Pete’s Pizza. And my coworker went to deliver some pizzas, and she hasn’t come back, and she doesn’t answer her cell.

 

911 Operator:
What time did she leave?

 

Drew Lyle:
Around 8:45.

 

911 Operator:
This evening?

 

Drew Lyle:
Yeah. Only, she hasn’t come back. She should have been back here at least an hour ago.

 

911 Operator:
Okay, sir, we’re dispatching an officer to your location.

 

The Second Day

 

Gabie

 

BEFORE SCHOOL STARTS
Thursday, Drew comes up to my locker, which is weird. We both go to Wilson. We get along okay at work, but we’re not really friends at school.

“Gabie,” he says, and then for a minute he doesn’t say anything else. He looks terrible. His eyes are like two bruises, and his sun-streaked hair is even messier than usual. I wonder if he’s been out partying and never went to bed. Finally, he says, “Did you hear about what happened to Kayla last night?”

It sounds bad. “No. What?” Kayla asked to switch nights with me. Maybe she cut herself slicing Canadian bacon on the Hobart. Pete’s always after us to cut the meat thinner so we can weigh it out to the microgram. Three ounces on a small, no more, no less. Pete doesn’t cheat anyone, but he doesn’t give anything away, either. And when you use the Hobart, you have more control if you don’t use the metal pusher part. The part that protects your fingers.

“Kayla went to deliver a pizza, and she never came back.” He bites his lip and looks up at the ceiling. His gray eyes fill with tears. It surprises me so much that for a minute I don’t take in what he said. Drew Lyle. Crying. I didn’t think he really cared about anything.

And then it sinks in.
Kayla didn’t come back?
Pressure fills my chest, making it hard to breathe. “What did you do?”

“After close, I kept waiting for her. You know, Kayla doesn’t even have a key, and her backpack was in the break room. I called her cell a bunch, but no one answered.”

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