some kind of test they do where they can tell the difference, but you probably already know that.â
Again, I said nothing. Mainly because I had nothing to say.
âIf anybody ever tries to do that to you,â she said, âyou should close your eyes. That way you wonât know what they look like and they might not think they had to kill you.
âBut your father probably already told you that too,â she added. âAnd a whole bunch of other tips, I bet. Iâd feel really safe having him around right now, with that killer on the loose.â
I didnât mention that my father wasnât around, exactly. Not now, or before the murder either. The difference was that now we could see him on television.
H E CALLED US THE NEXT day. It always felt like a big deal, getting a phone call from our father.
âI guess you heard thereâs been some trouble up on the mountain,â he said. âI donât want you and your sister to be scared, but I know you two like to spend time up there. You need to steer clear of there for a while.â
âWe always go on the mountain,â I told him. âThatâs where we play.â
Only to my father would I admit to playing. At school, most girls spoke of hanging out, but the truth was, I didnât have friends at school, and neither did my sister. Who we had was each other, and we still played together all the time. Mostly on the mountain.
âJust until we get this guy locked up, I need you to keep away from there,â he said. âYou need to promise me youâll stay around the yard.â
I said we would, but with my fingers crossed. There was no way Patty and I were going to remain inside all day on our long-awaited summer vacation. Some kidsâAlison Kerwin, for instance, and most of the girls in my class at schoolâhung out at the mall, or the rec center pool, unless they were off at camp or taking trips with their families to Disneyland, or Lake Tahoe, but in Pattyâs and my case, it was up to us to make up ways to pass the time. The mountain was our favorite place.
âWhat are we supposed to do, Dad?â I said. Maybe I was hoping heâd suggest we spend a little time with him at his apartment in the city, though I knew this was unlikely.
âBake cookies. Go to the library. Play Monopoly,â he said. âYouâre smart girls, youâll think of something. Help your mother. Learn Morse code.â
âWhat did that guy do to the girl on the mountain?â I asked him. âWas it someone that used to be in love with her, and then she dumped him?â
âYou donât need to be thinking about those things, Farrah,â he told me.
He called me that a lot in those days, not that I resembled the actress in any way. But Patty and I liked to pretend we were Charlieâs Angels. Sometimes, if we had made up a scenario where we pretended one of our neighbors was really a bank robber, or an international spy, Iâd tell her, âGo get him, Bree,â and sheâd take off like a shot, though of course she never actually used her jujitsu moves on anybody but our father or me.
âDo you have some good clues?â I said. Our father didnât talk about his cases, but asking was a way of feeling close to him, and special.
âDonât fill your head up with this mess, baby,â he said. âTake it from a guy who does. Itâs not good for you.â
âI know youâll get him,â I said. âYou always do.â
âJust stay off that mountain,â he told me.
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Chapter Seven
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