A Silent Fury

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vibrations. He could have snuck in, I suppose. Is something wrong?”
    Joseph told Catelyn, “I’ll check his room. You explain to Mom what’s going on.”
    â€œOkay.”
    He bounded up the stairs two at a time. Following the well-worn carpet to Alonso’s room, he found the door open—and the room empty.
    Just as he’d suspected.
    Treading back down the steps, he found Catelyn and his mother deep in conversation. Ever since practically being adopted into his family, Catelyn had learned to sign on an expert level. As a CODA, Child of a Deaf Adult, Joseph had learned American Sign Language before he could speak.
    He broke into the conversation. “He’s not up there.”
    Confusion stamped plainly on her face, Catelyn turned to go back to the car. Joseph followed. She got in and got on the radio. Within seconds, she had Bri on the line. “Check the signal again, will you?”
    A short wait. The radio squawked and Bri said, “Still the same location, Catelyn.”
    She turned to Joseph and said, “The phone’s still here somewhere. The boys at least stopped by here. Do you think they could have left again with Alonso forgetting his phone—or leaving it behind on purpose?”
    â€œAlonso wouldn’t leave his phone. It’s like an extension of his body.”
    â€œUnless he thought we might track him with it.”
    â€œI don’t think he’d think about that, to be honest. He’d just be doing his best to get away to a place where he and Dylan could talk—or hide out.”
    â€œThen they’re here. Somewhere.” She rubbed her forehead. “I’d call the phone and see if it would ring, but no doubt it’s on vibrate. I’m trying to think of some good hiding places from when we played hide-and-seek all those years ago.”
    â€œHe’s not in the house, I…” Joseph broke off and looked her in the eye. “Granny’s suite.”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    â€œThe basement. I almost forgot all about it. Come on.”
    She scrambled from the car as he led the way to the side of the house. “It has a separate entrance and everything. We never use it, haven’t used it in forever. It’s been closed off since our grandmother died. With Alonso being the only kid left at home, Mom didn’t need the space and didn’t want to have to worry about cleaning it, so she just closed it down.”
    They reached the door. Catelyn looked down. “Footprints.”
    â€œRecent ones. Just the right size for a couple of teenage boys, too. See those prints there? They’re different from the ones on this side.”
    â€œNo use knocking, they’re both deaf.”
    He twisted the knob and the door swung inward. “They didn’t bother to lock the door.” He stepped inside taking in the large area jam packed with antiques, family mementos and other unused, probably forgotten items.
    A light snuffed out and darkness shrouded them. Joseph stated, “Yep, they’re here.”
    â€œBut they don’t want us to know that they are.”
    â€œBack up.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œJust do it, will you?”
    Huffing a sigh, she did it. Joseph pulled the door shut as he exited.
    â€œWhat are you doing now?” she demanded.
    â€œWaiting. Now, you head around to the side and cover the window.” Thunder rumbled and he looked at the sky. Gray clouds billowed overhead.
    â€œFine, what are we waiting on though?”
    â€œOne of them to check and see if the coast is clear. It’ll save us hunting through that dusty mess and trying to chase down a scared kid. Let’s just let them come to us.”
    Realization crossed her face.
    â€œYou’re still a rat, Joseph.”
    â€œBut a clever one, you must admit.” Oh, how he loved it when the red flush took over and she looked at him in annoyance. But she couldn’t help the small smile that tried

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