“Nine one one,” I say out loud to no one except myself—at least I hope so.
After two rings, the operator answers. “Nine one one. What’s your emergency?”
“My job—it was broken into.”
“Ma’am, are you safe? Is the intruder still on the property?”
“No. I don’t think so,” I sputter. “I mean, I don’t think they’re still here, but yes, I’m safe. I work at a gym. Down for the Count.”
“Stay on the line. I’ll have a squad car there in less than ten minutes.”
While I’m on the line with her, I send out texts to my parents, asking them to call Uncle Vernon and Aunt Inga. This will gut them.
My dad beats the cops there, which means he must have sped, and if there’s anything my dad has respect for it’sStar Trekand speed limits. My dad doesn’t take the time to tiptoe around the glass. He comes straight toward me and squeezes me tight.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, unable to come up with words.
“Have you checked the office or the lockers?”
But before I can answer, Officer Barnes, my elementary school’s former D.A.R.E. officer, walks through thegaping hole in the storefront. “Millie?”
“Yes, sir. And this is my dad.”
I confirm with the operator that the police have arrived and hang up.
“You two stay here,” Officer Barnes says as he heads into the locker room with his gun in hand.
Soon after he checks the whole building, there are a handful of police officers, including Sheriff Bell, but my family quickly outnumbers them. My mom’s in the janitorial closet, gathering cleanup supplies, while Pop-Pop and Gran follow Officer Barnes, double-checking all of his work. And poor Vernon is on the phone with the insurance company, with baby Nikolai strapped to his chest, while Inga circles around him with baby Luka on her hip as she shouts Russian cuss words directed at the adjuster on the phone.
A younger officer approaches my dad and me while the two of us sit helpless behind the counter. “Uh, ma’am? You’re the one who found the place this morning.”
I nod. “Yes, sir. I am.”
“I see there are cameras set up out here. Those the real deal or just for show?”
A frown settles on my lips. “A little bit of both. They only keep footage for twenty-four hours.”
“Would you mind walking back there with me so we can take a look?”
I nod, and while the officer gets a head start, I turn to my dad. “I feel so bad for Vernon and Inga.”
My dad grips my knee. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
I walk back to the office with Dad as he gently guides me with his hand on my back.
“Looks like Pop-Pop is on the case,” I say as he questions Officer Barnes about why they aren’t dusting for fingerprints.
Dad lets out a half grunt, half laugh. “At least he’s got a new distraction. This might be the most excitement the old guy has seen since we let him help us pick out new grass for the yard.”
The office is small and can barely fit two people when it’s cleaned out, which is not its current state. I take a seat at the desk, and Sheriff Bell and Dad hover behind me.
I search through the system and save the footage starting with me locking the door last night up until now. As we fast-forward through the evening, I stop just after midnight as I spot some shapes blocking out light from the parking lot. It’s only a few minutes before the first window cracks. And then the next. And the next. Soon a handful of people spill in over the broken glass. All of their faces are covered with scarves, hunting masks, and a few Halloween masks, too.
Sheriff Bell leans down over my shoulder. “Those... those look like a bunch of teenage girls. You don’t recognize any of them, do you?” he asks me.
“It’s hard to say.” There are only a few of them on the actual footage, but you can tell they’re talking to a bunch of girls outside. And then something shiny catches the light from the parking lot. I hit pause and zoom in on a shorter girl in black shorts and black T-shirt. Her face is coveredwith a hunting mask, but beneath the mask a small necklace hangs down.
