“Nothing, Gallagher Girl. It’s probably noth—”
“Tell me or I’ll yell for Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, and you can find out how Bex became Bex.”
He kicked at the hard-packed snow gathered at the edge of the rink.
“We were supposed to meet up a few days ago, but he didn’t show.” Zach stared at me. “And he didn’t call.”
Okay, I know when most teenagers talk about someone not calling, they’re usually complaining. Or whining. But Zach isn’t exactly the whining type.
I felt cold for the first time on the ice.
“He’s not on my protection detail.”
“Your mom’s off looking for leads on the Circle, right?” Zach asked. “Could he be with her?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess so, but . . . I don’t know.”
“Has he checked in with the Baxters?”
“I don’t know.”
“Has he—”
“No one ever tells me anything, remember?” I searched his face, and despite everything, I couldn’t help but savor the fact that there was finally something Zach didn’t know. “Being out of the loop isn’t fun, is it?”
“Rebecca!” Bex’s mother’s voice echoed through the cld air.
“You’ve got to go,” Zach said with a nod in the Baxters’ direction.
