course. Kya did disappear sometimes and ignored phone or text messages. Sheâd emerge when she was done being dark and depressed or whatever she did when she hid out. But something had happened. âI need to find her.â âPeople who have nothing to hide hide nothing,â he said. I sighed. If only it was that easy. Levi popped his head around the corner and held up an empty glass to see if I wanted water. I shook my head. On the other end of the phone, James mirrored my sigh. âDo you want help looking for her?â âItâs okay. Youâre busy.â I glanced toward the kitchen. âItâs stupid housework. I can do it tomorrow. Mom had a rough afternoon. Sheâs medicated and out for the night. Sheâs been in a lot of pain so we upped her meds. She wonât notice if I vacuum tomorrow.â The clanking in the kitchen stopped. Levi walked around the corner and stopped by the table and vase, pressing his hip against the wall. âIs your mom going to be okay?â I asked James. âThe six-million dollar question. Sheâs sleeping now, not in pain. Thatâs as good as it gets some days.â I nodded, my heart going out to him. âDonât worry about Kya, okay? I have help. Iâll find her. I thought you might know something.â âNada.â In the mirror, I caught the reflection of Leviâs flat stomach. A section of smooth tanned skin showed where his shirt caught on the wall. I quickly looked away. âThanks, James. I hope your mom feels better. Talk to you tomorrow?â âYeah. Tomorrow.â I clicked off the phone before he asked questions about who was helping me. I tucked it back in my purse. Levi raised his eyebrows. âJames. My other best friend,â I told him. âAnd Kyaâs.â âThe guy from Splatterfest? The one who did the announcing. Glasses? Black hair?â I nodded. My mind was busy trying not to think of his bare skin while also trying to think where Kya could be. Levi pushed off the wall. âI think I know where they might have gone.â He straightened and his shirt slid down. Disappointment and relief fogged my brain. I blinked to windshield-wipe away the perverted thoughts. âSteve Blenderâs,â Levi said. âHe was here. He has a pool, and since it finally stopped raining, I bet they went there. Lucas took me when I first moved here.â âSteve Blenderâs? Are you serious? He doesnât even like us.â I shifted from foot to foot and caught sight of myself in the mirror. Pieces of hair had escaped from my bun and pointed all over the place. Zero makeup, a plain white T-shirt, and black yoga shorts. The only color on my body was a yellow stripe outlining my zebra-print purse. I looked like a flat-chested and boring preteen. âWell. Based on what Iâve seen and heard, he doesnât base his opinion of girls on their personalities. But so you know, they seemed to be getting along fine.â âI canât believe sheâd go there.â âOnly one way to find out.â He held his hand out for me to walk out the door ahead of him. âDo you know where his house is?â âI have his address.â He lifted his phone from his pocket. âLucas texted it the day I went there. I havenât been invited back.â âIâll take that as a good character reference.â I twisted my hand around the doorknob and pushed. âCan you take me?â âOf course.â He shadowed me outside and hurried ahead to open the passenger door on his car. He drove a few blocks to another part of the suburb. The houses looked like theyâd been fed growth hormones. Even the lots were triple the size. He slowed down in front of a house with a long, wide driveway. Levi pulled behind a couple of SUVs. âThis is it.â He killed the ignition and pointed to the right. âYou can see the pool