now, heâs still handsome, still has the muscular build of a much younger man, still exudes a roguish charmâ¦
But those dark eyes of his have seen a lot, and it shows.
âElsaâ¦â He stands to hug her. He smells familiar, of cologne and coffee, and sheâs swept by an unexpected wave of emotion. All those years, sitting here across from Mike, begging him to find her sonâ¦
And thatâs what he did.
Elsa swallows hard.
âGood to see you again, Brett.â
âYou too.â Clean-cut Brett shakes Mikeâs hand, looking vaguely out of place here in his crisp white shirt, Brooks Brothers suit, and silk tie. âRenny, say hello to Mr. Fantoni.â
âHello.â
âDonât you look pretty today.â
âYes,â Renny agrees demurely, hands buried in the pockets of her orange plaid shorts. âDo you know if they have pink ice cream here?â
Mike looks amused. âWhat flavor would that be? Bubble gum? Strawberry?â
âUm, it doesnât really matter,â Renny tells him. âJust so long as itâs pink.â
âIâll see what I can do.â
âThank you,â she remembers to say, and glances to Elsa for a nod of approval.
Theyâve been working on basic manners from the day Renny came to live with them. Sheâs come such a long way since then.
As soon as they settle into the booth, the waitress meanders over to take their orderâespressos for Elsa and Brett, raspberry gelato for Renny.
When it arrives, she spoons it rhythmically into her mouth, her eyes riveted to the small screen of BrettâsiPad. Elsa explains the situation to Mike, well aware that Brett is leaving the talking to her.
âSpider-Man.â Mike slowly rubs his five oâclock shadow. âThis isnât something that was ever released to the publicâ¦unless either of you brought it up to the press during all the commotion last fall?â
âThat Jeremy was playing with Spider-Man when he disappeared? Never.â
âAnd there was no mention in any of the missing personâs reportsâ¦â That isnât a question. Mike is more familiar with those reports, perhaps, than they are.
âNo.â
âWhereâs the other one? The one you found on the grass when he disappeared? Do you still have it?â
âItâs in the cedar chest in our bedroom,â Brett speaks up at last. âElsa keeps it there with some of Jeremyâs other thingsâ¦his blanket, and a couple of his shirtsâ¦â
Elsa keeps it there. Not we keep it there.
Elsa feels a familiar flicker of resentment. Brett, the father who rolls over and goes right back to sleep.
âAre you sure itâs still there?â Mike is askingâher, not Brett, she notices. He gets it. Of course he does. Heâs been around them for years. He knows that they both might have lost a child, but that sheâs the one who clings to the memories.
âBecause Iâm thinking maybe itâs the same one you found in the parking lot,â Mike goes on, despite her nod. âMaybe Renny came across it and put it into the bag with her toys.â
âNo way. I keep that chest locked. She couldnât have gotten into it. And anyway, this Spider-Man is different.â
âAre you sure?â Brett asks her. âSpider-Man is Spider-Man.â
Elsa doesnât bother to answer. Of course sheâs sure.She spent years clinging to the last thing her son ever touched, even slept with it under her pillow. She knows exactly what it looks like: similar enough to the toy she found on the ground today, but certainly not the same.
âA lot of little boys are into superheroes,â Mike points out.
Elsa bristles. âSo you thinkââ
Mike cuts in, âI donât know what to think. Iâm just trying to gather information. To the best of your knowledge, are there any pictures of Jeremy holding a
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