“Alison?”
“Yes, it’s me.” She pushed past her and entered her room. “What did you think you were doing leaving me like that?”
Flower looked down. “Well, I–”
“Well, I nothing. What happened to my car? What happened to my keys? What happened to Dave Matthews’ metal detector?”
“I parked your car in the parking lot.” She handed me the keys. “Dave came by for the metal detector and I gave it back to him. What happened? What did they do to you?”
“Oh good. I don’t want Dave to be mad at me,” Deborah said.
“So how did you get away from the lumberjacks?” asked Flower.
“I didn’t,” she said. That was the truth, but she wanted to work on Flower’s guilty conscious. “They turned me over to the police and my parents had to come get me. They are not happy with me either. My dad almost pulled me out of college.”
