Semi-Psychic Life (Glimmer Lake #2) - Elizabeth Hunter Page 0,44
“Uh-huh.” She looked at Val and mouthed, Mark. “You think?” She doodled in the corner of the notepad she constantly had with her. “Yeah. I’ll tell her.”
“Tell me what?” Val muttered to Monica.
“Probably that you should tell Sully,” Monica said.
“Why? Because he’s tired of being the only boy in the club?”
Monica snorted. “I have no opinion on this. I can see pluses and minuses to the idea.”
“I don’t know why anyone else thinks they get a vote.” She finished off her turkey club and wiped her hands. “My life is not a democracy.”
Robin hung up the phone and said, “Mark thinks you should tell Sully.”
“I’m shocked,” Val said. “So shocked.”
“And not because he’s the only boy in the clubhouse.” Robin smiled. “Did you think I couldn’t hear you? He said Sully is a valuable resource for information, and since he brought it up to you, he clearly suspects something and he also clearly doesn’t have a problem with the idea of psychic powers being real.”
Val crossed her arms. “Did you tell him we were involved? And that we might… I don’t know. Someday want to be involved again?”
Monica’s eyebrows went up. “I thought you said it didn’t work out.”
“It didn’t. But that’s not saying that it’ll never work out. When life isn’t so complicated—”
“When is life going to not be complicated?” Robin asked. “Serious question.”
Val said, “You know, I’m not one hundred percent certain, but I’m gonna say it’ll probably be less complicated when my ex-husband isn’t wanted by the police and missing.”
Monica raised her hand. “I’m going to agree with Val on this one. Can you imagine Mark being happy with your knowing literally everything about him just from touching his keys? Privacy is important in every relationship. I never knew all Gil’s stuff; he never knew all mine. Sully knowing that Val has this kind of power could kill any chance they’d have of making romance work.”
“Fine,” Robin said. “I’m just passing a message along. You have to admit, he would be a good resource. And it would be nice to have one official-type person in our corner if we got caught… I don’t know, breaking into the morgue to look at dead bodies or something.”
“We only did that once,” Monica said. “And hopefully we will never need to do it again.”
“Also, we got away with it,” Val said. “Just saying.”
Val’s phone buzzed in her pocket. She grabbed it, looked at the number, and answered. “Hey, Ramon. Everything cool?”
“Nothing going on over here,” he said. “It’s Tuesday, so it’s all pretty chill. But Don called just a minute ago.”
Val groaned. “Is he running late again? I don’t want to have to stay late because the produce guy is kicking back and—”
“It’s legit this time. They closed down the highway between here and Bridger for an hour or so. Guess someone went off the road near Sugar Pine Road.”
Val winced. “That’s not good.”
“Search and rescue had to go down—they had the helicopter out—and they were dragging the car up the hill. So all the equipment blocked the road.”
“Can’t be mad at that,” Val said. “Hope it’s no one we know.”
“Probably a tourist.”
Val was certain Ramon was right. She was still going to check her Find My Phone app as soon as she hung up to make sure her kids were in school.
“I’m almost done here,” she said. “So I can stay late. Tell Don to drive safe, and I’ll tell the boys to just head to the shop after school.”
“You got it. You want me to lock up?”
“No. I’m heading that way in a few minutes.” She hung up and checked her boys, happy to see their electronic dots hovering around the Glimmer Lake middle and high school campus.
“What’s going on?” Monica asked.
“Car went over the edge by Sugar Pine,” Val said. “They had to get search and rescue out.”
Robin gasped. “Someone Ramon knows?”
“No. The produce guy just called to tell us he’s going to be late, so I told Ramon I’d stay to meet him.”
“You’re a nice boss.” Robin wrapped up the remainder of her sandwich. “I should be nicer to my employee.”
“She’ll survive,” Monica said. “Didn’t you say she still mixes up vendors?”
“Constantly. But in the plus column, I told her about the shop ghost and she actually seemed excited about her. So there’s that.”
“Can’t complain about an employee who’s cool with the resident haunt.” Val stood. “I’m out. Let me know if anyone has a helpful vision about where Josh’s butt has disappeared to.”