Addie must be looking at the photos. “Huh,” she says after a second. “I can see what you mean. Theyareonly of you. None of the rest of us are in these pictures. And why do they look weirdly old?”
“Because they’re using a disposable camera and developing them from film,” Skye says with confidence. “I know photos and filters and cameras pretty damn well, thank you very much.”
“Okay,” Addie says. “I agree, this is kind of creepy.”
“It’s been going on all summer,” Skye says. “Normal staff photos go up of us doing stuff together, printed from the office computer or whatever, and then pretty soon after a couple of these show up on the board. Me at the campfire. Me eating my lunch by the food truck. Me walking across the resort. Me swimming in the pool.”
“Why would they put them on the board?”
“To get my attention,” Skye says. “To freak me out.”
“Have you told Colby?” Addie asks. “Or the police?’
“I told Colby, and he said he’d look into it, but then nothing happened,” Skye says. “And then he left. And put Page in charge. There were a couple of people I thought might be stalking me, but now I know who it is.”
“Who?” Addie asks.
“Page,” Sky says.
My heart hits pause. I can’t breathe.All of this issobad.
“Come on,” Addie says. “Not Page again. Why would it be her?”
“Maybe she has a crush on me,” Skye says. “Maybe she’s jealous of me. I don’t know. But she definitely hates me—”
“Because you’ve been rude to her all summer—” Addie interjects.
“—and why else wouldn’t Colby do anything about it?” Skye says. “Something is definitely off there. You’re right. Maybe it’s grooming,maybe they have some weird arrangement where they cover for each other’s deviant behavior. I don’t know.”
“Skye,” Mal says.
“Why don’t the rest of us know where Colby is?” Skye asks. “How come it’s only Page who’s in the loop?”
“We don’t even know that sheisin the loop,” Mal says.
“Well, she’s acting like he died and left her in charge,” Skye says.
“I believe that someone’s creeping on you,” Addie says. “But I don’t think it’s Page.”
“Ugh.” Skye groans in frustration. “She’s not as innocent as you all believe she is.”
I close my eyes. Skye’s wrong about so many things, but she’s right about this. I’m not innocent. I haven’t been for a long time.
“And Colby’s not grooming her,” Mal says flatly. “Colby’s gay.”
“What?”Skye asks. “Are you sure? Why didn’t you say that before?”
“I didn’t want to out the guy when he hadn’t been specific about it with us,” Mal says. “His personal life isn’t our business.”
“And shewasn’tone of the last people to see Hope Hanover,” Addie says. “Hope’s friends were the ones in the Underground with her when she disappeared.”
“I still don’t believe that about Colby.” Skye is hung up on the latest revelation, which wouldn’t be that much of a revelation if she’d been paying attention.
Colby never tried to hide anything, but he’s also discreet. “I don’t know that it’s fully safe to be out in southern Utah,” he’d told me.
“You’re probably not wrong,” I’d said, thinking of some of the people I’d gone to high school with.
“Although it’s probably not fully safe anywhere in this country right now,” he’d said.
