Spider-Man toy, or wearing a Spider-Man costumeâ¦?â
Brett looks at Elsa, who again shakes her head. âHe was never interested until that day at Wal-Mart. And anyway, Iâve spent fifteen years going through every photo album we have. There are no pictures anywhere of Jeremy in a Spider-Man costume.â
âWhat about before he came to you?â
âBefore he came to us, there were no toys, and no picturesâother than the ones the foster agency took.â Maybe Elsa is exaggerating, but not all that much.
Jeremy bounced from one foster home to another before he landed in theirs, having been deprived of just about everythingâtoys, fun, loveâ¦particularly love.
âAs far as Iâm concerned, thereâs only one way anyone would link Spider-Man to Jeremyâ¦â She pauses meaningfully before delivering the bombshell: âAnd thatâs by having been there when he disappeared fifteen years ago.â
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âWhat is it, Mom?â
Marin frowns at the text message on her phone. âI donât knowâ¦I just got this text. I guess it was meant for someone else.â
âWhat does it say?â
âIt doesnât say anything.â
âIs it porn?â Annie asks with interest.
âNo, itâs not porn !â Waitâitâs not, is it?
âCan I see?â
Marin shrugs and hands over the phone.
Annie takes a quick glance and announces, âThatâs an emoticon, Mom.â
âA what?â
âYou know how people type a row of symbolsâlike, to show that youâre making a joke, you do a sideways smiley face made out of a colon for the eyes and a close parenthesis for the mouth?â
âYesâ¦so you think this is something like that?â
âProbably. See?â
Marin looks over Annieâs shoulder, trying to see the cryptic text message as an image.
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âWhatâs it supposed to mean?â she asks her daughter, still stumped.
âI have no idea.â Together, they silently study the symbols.
Annie gasps. âWhoa! I think I know what it is.â
âWhat?â
âOkay, donât freak out, Momâ¦but that totally looks like a rat.â
âA rat?â She squints at the image. âI donât seeââ
The phone cuts her off, buzzing with another message. Itâs from the same sender. Marin opens it, and her blood runs cold.
That was nothing, Mrs. Quinn. Stay tuned .
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That first day in Groton last fall, Jeremy had found the Cavalonsâ home with no problem. Incredible,what you can find on the Internet with a little bit of searching.
Yet somehow, no one ever managed to find me in fourteen years.
Once he got to the house, he wasnât sure what to do. He sure as hell wasnât going to march right up, ring the doorbell, and say, âIâm your long-lost son.â
Anyway, the place looked deserted; there were no cars parked in the driveway. So he sat in his rented pickup truck down the street and studied the house.
The long, low ranch was different from the home he remembered, back when they were living in Nottingshire. But this one was just as inviting. The yard was carpeted with leaves from the huge old trees surrounding the house, and potted mums and a couple of pumpkins sat on the front step. It looked like a wonderful, cozy place to live, and Jeremy was dizzy with homesickness by the time a car pulled into the Cavalonsâ driveway.
Seconds later, she stepped out of the driverâs seat.
He braced himself for his first glimpse of Elsa in over fourteen years. His recent obsession with news footage of her must have lessened the impact, though. Seeing her in person brought a fleeting wave of nostalgia and comfort, and none of the anguish heâd anticipated.
Swept by the urge to run down the street and hurtle himself into her arms, he was about to do just thatâ¦
Then she opened the back door of the car and leaned
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