It was a pleasant day outside with only a few wispy clouds. Sipping her tea, Sarah sat on the patio and watched the people walking along the street. Her mind began speculating about the history between Rebecca and Bailey. Rebecca was nervous, yet she had been glad to see Bailey. That much she was sure of. Years of observing others in order to perfect her own illusions gave her some confidence in being able to read body language. Maybe seeing her friend would give Rebecca some comfort.
A bright flash of light from behind interrupted her rumination. Sarah jumped out of her chair and ran back inside the cafe. The source of the light was nowhere to be found. Neither was Rebecca. Bailey was laying on the floor, dazed. It looked as though they had fallen out of their chair rather than being knocked out of it.
She bent down over Bailey. “Where’s Rebecca?”
Bailey looked confused. “What?”
“Rebecca. Where is she? What happened?”
After looking around for a few moments, Bailey turned back to her. “She was right here. I don’t understand.”
“Was there someone else here? Did someone take her?”
“I don’t know. We were talking and then there was this bright light. The next thing I was aware of was you kneeling over me.”
Sarah rocked back onto her hands. No one should have been able to find them here. Her concealment spells were still in place, and no one had entered after they arrived. Could someone have been here, waiting? If so, why would they wait for Sarah and Bailey to arrive if Rebecca was their target? There were too many questions and too little information. Unless . . .
“Did you do something?”
Bailey seemed taken aback. “No! Are you trying to blame me? Why would I want to do anything to Rebecca?” Their reaction felt genuine, but Sarah didn’t know Bailey well enough to feel confident interpreting their reactions.
“I’m just trying to figure out what happened. Where she went. Who might have taken her.”
“You think someone took her?”
“I don’t know what else to think.”
“You don’t . . . she’s not dead, is she?” Bailey’s fear was palpable, and it led Sarah to soften her tone.
“I don’t think so. There’s no sign that anyone was hurt. And if someone took her, they probably wouldn’t go to that trouble only to kill her. We just need to figure out where she is.” The words were much calmer than she felt. Had Peter found his way back? Sarah never learned where Julia had sent him. Was he capable of something like this? There was too much she didn’t know. Could Madeline help find Rebecca again? And what was that flash of light? If only she could ask Jason.
Looking shaken, Bailey was still sitting on the floor.
“We will figure this out. For now, we should go back to the house. Okay?”
Bailey nodded and stood up slowly.
“Take it easy. I don’t want to push you, but can you think of anything else? Anything unusual at all?”
“No. We were just talking, catching up a little. There wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.”
“Okay, then. Let’s get back and find some help.”