something Caitlin had never ever imagined to see in her lifetime. It shook not only her view of Scarlet, but her entire view of the world. How could such a thing actually exist? How could this planet have more than just humans on it?
“Mrs. Paine?”
Caitlin turned to see a police officer standing beside her, pen and paper in hand, staring back at her patiently.
“Did you hear my question?”
Caitlin, trembling, in a daze, shook her head slowly.
“I’m sorry,” she answered, her voice hoarse. “I did not.”
“I said: where do you think your daughter might have gone?”
Caitlin sighed as she thought of it. If it were the old Scarlet, she could tell them easily. A friend’s house; the gym; on a date; the soccer field…
But with the new Scarlet, she had no idea.
“I wish I knew,” she finally replied.
Another officer stepped forward.
“Are there any friends she might have gone to?” he prodded. “A boyfriend?”
At the word boyfriend, Caitlin turned and searched the room, examining it for any sign of that mysterious boy who had appeared in this bar. Sage, he had said. So simple, just one word, as if she should know who he was. Caitlin had to admit that she’d never met anyone like him. He exuded a power more compelling than anyone she had ever met, and he was more a grown man than a teenager. He had been dressed in all black, and his shining eyes and chiseled cheekbones made him look as if he had dropped down from another century.
Strangest of all, Caitlin recalled what he had done to those locals in this bar. She had known Caleb and Sam to be more than capable of taking care of themselves – yet this boy had achieved a quick victory where they could not, beating up all those men in a whirlwind. Who was he? Why had he been here?
And why had he been looking for Scarlet?
Yet as she looked all around, Caitlin saw no sign of him. Sage, too, had somehow disappeared. What was his connection to Scarlet? she wondered. Her mother’s instinct told her that somehow those two were together. But who was he? The mystery only deepened.
Caitlin didn’t feel ready to mention it to the police; it was all too weird.
“No,” Caitlin lied, her voice shaky. “Not that I know of.”
“You had said there was a boy, a boy who was here with you, involved in the altercation?” another police officer asked. “Do you know his name?”
Caitlin shook her head.
“Sage,” Polly chimed in, stepping forward. “He’d said his name was Sage.”
For some reason, Caitlin had not wanted to tell them; she felt protective of him. And she also felt, she could not explain how, that Sage was not human, ether – and she was not ready to say that to the police, to have everyone once again thinking she was crazy.
The police stood there, scribbling his name, and she wondered what they would do.
“What about all these creeps in here?” Polly pressed, looking around in dismay. “All these jerks who started the fight? Aren’t you going to arrest them?”
The police looked at each other uncomfortably.
One of them cleared his throat.
“We have already arrested Kyle, the man who attacked your daughter,” the officer said. “As for the others, well, to be frank, it is their word against yours – and they say you started the altercation.”
“We did not!” Caleb said, stepping forward angrily, nursing a lump on his head. “We came in here looking for my daughter – and they tried to stop us.”
“Like I said,” the officer said, “it’s your word against theirs. They said you threw the first punch – and frankly they’re in worse shape than you. If we arrest them, we’d have to arrest you, too.”
Caitlin stared at them, smoldering with anger.
“What about my daughter?” she asked. “How do you plan on finding her?”
“Ma’am, I can assure you, we have our entire force out there right now looking for her,” the officer said. “But it’s awfully hard to search for someone when we don’t know where she went – or why. We need a motive.”
“You said she ran,” said another officer, stepping forward. “We don’t understand. Why would she run? You had arrived. She was with you. She was safe. So why would she run?”
Caitlin looked at Caleb and the others, and they all looked back uncertainly.
“I don’t know,” she said honestly.
“Then why didn’t you try to stop her?” another officer asked. “Or run after her?”
“You don’t understand,” Caitlin said, trying to make sense of it. “She didn’t just run; she bounded. It was like… watching a deer. We couldn’t have caught her if we tried.”
The officer looked skeptically to the others.
“Are you telling me that with all these grown people here, not one of you could even try to catch her? What is she, some kind of Olympic athlete?” he scoffed, skeptical.
“Were you drinking tonight, ma’am?” another officer asked.
“Listen,” Caleb snapped, stepping forward, “my wife is not making it up. I saw it, too. We all did: her brother, too, and his wife. The four of us. You think we were all seeing things?”
The officer held up a hand.
“No need to get defensive. We’re all on the same team. But look at our side here: you tell me your kid runs faster than a deer. Obviously that doesn’t make any sense. Maybe you’re all scuffed up from the fight. Sometimes things don’t always look as they appear. All I’m saying is that it’s not all adding up.”
The officer traded a skeptical look with his partner, who stepped forward.
“Like I said, our force is out looking for your daughter. Nine times out of ten, runaway kids show up back at the house. Or at a friend’s house. So my best advice to you is to just go back home and stay put. I bet that all that happened here was that she wanted to bend the rules a bit and go out for a night at a grown-up bar and have a drink, and things got a little out of hand. Maybe she met a guy at the bar. When you guys came, she probably took off, because she felt embarrassed. Go back home, I bet she’ll be waiting for you,” the officer concluded, as if wrapping everything up neatly.
Caitlin shook her head, overwhelmed with frustration.
“You don’t understand,” she said. “You don’t know my daughter. Scarlet does not go to bars. And she does not pick up strange men. She came here because she was suffering. She came here because she had nowhere else to go. Because she needed something. She came here because she’s transforming. Don’t you understand? Transforming.”
The officers looked at her as if she were crazy; Caitlin hated that look.
“Transforming?” they repeated, as if she had lost her mind.
Caitlin sighed, desperate.
“If you don’t find her, people out there are going to get hurt.”
The officer frowned.
“Hurt? What are you saying? Has your daughter been hurting people? Is she armed?”
Caitlin shook her head, beyond frustrated. These local cops would never get it; she was just wasting her breath.
“She is unarmed. She has never hurt a soul. But if your men do find her, they will never be able to contain her.”
The police officers gave each other a look, as if concluding that Caitlin was crazy, and then they turned their backs and continued into the next room.
As Caitlin watched them go, she turned and looked back out, through the broken glass