disappeared.
“Don’t worry, I’m not about to make that same mistake again.” Anna laughed in my head. “And besides, I don’t want him hitting on you, or me for that matter.”
I stifled a laugh, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at how openly I had wanted her son, and now his father knew, too.
“So what are we going to do?” Aiden asked, changing the subject.
“Hey, why can’t you two just transport to wherever Chelsea is?” I asked.
“It’s actually teleport,” Anna corrected. “And I wish we could but unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. You see, we can only teleport ourselves to places, not people. We have to know the exact place that we want to go to, hence why Aiden has to call us to tell us where he wants us to meet him.”
“Oh,” I said. I knew it had been too good to be true, but I’d still hoped. “So what can we do?”
“First, we have to find out who told the police they saw Ben, and then we may be able to find out something that might help us find Chelsea,” Dave said matter-of-factly.
“And how do we do that?” I asked, hoping there was an easy solution to finding this person.
“The only way we can find out who this person is, is by listening to everyone’s thoughts,” Aiden said.
“That could take forever,” I said.
“Unfortunately, it’s the only way,” Aiden said.
Something clicked inside my brain. Call it intuition if you like, but for some reason I suspected that my mother was more than just occupied by her usual busy workload. I was sure that she was avoiding me. Maybe she knew who this person was. If so, that probably meant that I knew the person who had told the police they had seen Chelsea with Ben the night she disappeared. Why else would she be avoiding me?
“Not a bad theory,” Dave agreed.
“Why are you all so quiet?” Ben asked, looking between the four of us with a confused look on his face.
“You hungry?” Aiden asked, avoiding his question. “We can go out and see if I overhear anything.”
“What have you got?”
“Let’s go out for dinner instead,” I quickly suggested. I didn’t like our chances of actually finding anything out tonight about who’d told the police about Ben. But at least we would be out there trying.
“Come on, let’s go,” Aiden said, pulling me to my feet.
Chapter 10
Even though it was Thursday night, Baxter’s was packed with the usual crowd. So far, Aiden hadn’t picked up anything that might help us figure things out.
News about Chelsea’s disappearance had started circulating, but everything was just speculation. In a way, I was glad that I couldn’t hear what they were actually thinking, because my intuition was telling me that news of Ben was out.
Nobody was pointing any fingers, and there were no obvious stares. But the hushed whispers were starting to get to me. If Ben wasn’t completely oblivious to what was going on around him, I would have snapped.
Just before we were about to head home, the café fell silent. All eyes turned to the enormous LCD TV sitting on the back wall. An announcement of breaking news had cut through whatever program had been on beforehand. The news anchor was saying that a second teenage girl was missing. Photos of Chelsea and another girl I had never seen before were plastered on the screen. He then went on to say that the police hadn’t confirmed that the two disappearances were linked, but they were warning everyone to make sure all their windows and doors were locked, and to only venture out if absolutely necessary. The police also confirmed that they already had a lead on the case, and would continue to update the public as more information came to light.
I looked around the room as the TV went back to playing the top thirty music countdown. Everyone’s eyes were no longer glued to the screen; they were focused on the three of us—Ben in particular.
Ben opened his mouth as if he was about to defend himself, but Aiden cut him off. “Let’s
“Don’t worry, I’m not about to make that same mistake again.” Anna laughed in my head. “And besides, I don’t want him hitting on you, or me for that matter.”
I stifled a laugh, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at how openly I had wanted her son, and now his father knew, too.
“So what are we going to do?” Aiden asked, changing the subject.
“Hey, why can’t you two just transport to wherever Chelsea is?” I asked.
“It’s actually teleport,” Anna corrected. “And I wish we could but unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way. You see, we can only teleport ourselves to places, not people. We have to know the exact place that we want to go to, hence why Aiden has to call us to tell us where he wants us to meet him.”
“Oh,” I said. I knew it had been too good to be true, but I’d still hoped. “So what can we do?”
“First, we have to find out who told the police they saw Ben, and then we may be able to find out something that might help us find Chelsea,” Dave said matter-of-factly.
“And how do we do that?” I asked, hoping there was an easy solution to finding this person.
“The only way we can find out who this person is, is by listening to everyone’s thoughts,” Aiden said.
“That could take forever,” I said.
“Unfortunately, it’s the only way,” Aiden said.
Something clicked inside my brain. Call it intuition if you like, but for some reason I suspected that my mother was more than just occupied by her usual busy workload. I was sure that she was avoiding me. Maybe she knew who this person was. If so, that probably meant that I knew the person who had told the police they had seen Chelsea with Ben the night she disappeared. Why else would she be avoiding me?
“Not a bad theory,” Dave agreed.
“Why are you all so quiet?” Ben asked, looking between the four of us with a confused look on his face.
“You hungry?” Aiden asked, avoiding his question. “We can go out and see if I overhear anything.”
“What have you got?”
“Let’s go out for dinner instead,” I quickly suggested. I didn’t like our chances of actually finding anything out tonight about who’d told the police about Ben. But at least we would be out there trying.
“Come on, let’s go,” Aiden said, pulling me to my feet.
Chapter 10
Even though it was Thursday night, Baxter’s was packed with the usual crowd. So far, Aiden hadn’t picked up anything that might help us figure things out.
News about Chelsea’s disappearance had started circulating, but everything was just speculation. In a way, I was glad that I couldn’t hear what they were actually thinking, because my intuition was telling me that news of Ben was out.
Nobody was pointing any fingers, and there were no obvious stares. But the hushed whispers were starting to get to me. If Ben wasn’t completely oblivious to what was going on around him, I would have snapped.
Just before we were about to head home, the café fell silent. All eyes turned to the enormous LCD TV sitting on the back wall. An announcement of breaking news had cut through whatever program had been on beforehand. The news anchor was saying that a second teenage girl was missing. Photos of Chelsea and another girl I had never seen before were plastered on the screen. He then went on to say that the police hadn’t confirmed that the two disappearances were linked, but they were warning everyone to make sure all their windows and doors were locked, and to only venture out if absolutely necessary. The police also confirmed that they already had a lead on the case, and would continue to update the public as more information came to light.
I looked around the room as the TV went back to playing the top thirty music countdown. Everyone’s eyes were no longer glued to the screen; they were focused on the three of us—Ben in particular.
Ben opened his mouth as if he was about to defend himself, but Aiden cut him off. “Let’s
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