ONE
On a chilly morning in February with a misty rain shuttering the windows, Devin and Rosie Cauldwell made slow, sleepy love. It was day three of their weeks vacationand month two of their attempt to conceive a second child. Their three-year-old son, Hugh, was the result of a long weekend on Orcas Island in the San Juans andRosie was convinceda rainy afternoon and a bottle of Pinot Noir.
They hoped to repeat their success with a return visit to Orcas, and happily applied themselves to the mission at hand while their toddler slept with his beloved Wubby in the next room.
It was too early in the day for wine, but Rosie took the quiet rain as an omen.
When they were snuggled up together, loose and warm from sex, she smiled.
Who had the best idea ever?
Devin gave her ass an easy squeeze. You did.
Hang on, because I just had another one.
I think I need a few minutes, first.
She laughed, rolled and propped herself on his chest to grin at him. Get your mind off sex, Sleazy.
I think I need a few minutes for that, too.
Pancakes. We need pancakes. Rainy morning, our cozy little house. Definitely calls for pancakes.
He squinted at her. Whos making them?
Let the fates decide.
She scooted up, and in a long-standing Cauldwell family tradition they let the balance hang on Rock, Paper, Scissorsbest two out of three.
Damn it, she muttered when he crushed her scissors with his rock.
Superior skill wins out.
My ass. But fairs fairand I have to pee anyway. She bent down to give him a smacking kiss, then jumped out of bed. I love vacation, she said as she dashed into the bathroom.
She especially loved this vacation, she thought, with her two handsome men. If the rain kept up, or got heavier, theyd play games inside. But if it let up, maybe theyd strap Hugh in the carrier and take a bike ride, or just go for a long hike.
Hugh just loved it here, loved the birds, the lake, the deer theyd spotted and of course the rabbitsall brothers to his faithful Wubby.
And maybe hed have a brother of his own in the fall. She was ovulatingnot that she was obsessing about getting pregnant. But counting days wasnt obsessing, she thought as she caught her sleep- and sex-mussed hair back in a band. It was just being self-aware.
She grabbed a sweatshirt and some flannel pants, glanced back at Devin, whod gone back to snoozing.
She really thought theyd hit the money shot.
Delighted with the idea, she pulled on heavy socks, then glanced at the watch shed left on the dresser.
Gosh, its after eight. We mustve worn Hugh out last night for him to sleep this late.
Probably the rain, Devin mumbled.
Yeah, probably.
Still, she turned out of their room for his, as she did every morning, at home or away. She moved quietly, content to let him sleepa bonus if she could grab her first cup of coffee before she heard the first Mommy of the day.
She peeked in, expecting to find him curled up with his stuffed bunny. The empty bed didnt bring panic. He mightve gotten up to pee, just as she had. Hed gotten so good with his potty training.
Even when she didnt find him in the little bathroom off the hall, she didnt panic. Since he was habitually an early riser, theyd encouraged him to play for a bit before waking them. She usually heard him, talking to his toys or running his cars, but shed been a little distracted having vacation sex.
God, she thought as she started downstairs, what if hed looked in when they were doing it? No, hed have walked right in and asked what game they were playing.
With a half laugh, she turned into the pretty living room, expecting to see her little boy on the floor surrounded by the toys of his choice.
When she didnt, the first fingers of unease tickled up her throat.
She called his name, moving quickly now, sliding a little on the hardwood floors in her socks.
Panic struck, a knife in the belly.
The kitchen door stood wide open.
SHORTLY AFTER NINE, Fiona Bristow pulled up at the pretty vacation house in the heart of Moran State Park. Rain fizzed along the ground more than pattered, but its steadiness promised sloppy tracking. She signaled her partner to stay in the truck, then got out to approach one of the local deputies.
Davey.
Hey, Fee. You got here fast.
I didnt have far to go. The others are on their way. Are we using the house for base camp or do you want us to set up?
Were using it. Youll want to talk to the parents, but Ill give you the basics. Hugh Cauldwell, age three, blond and blue. Last seen wearing Spider-Man pajamas.
Fiona saw his mouth tighten a little. Davey had a boy about the same age as Hugh, and she imagined he had a pair of Spider-Man pjs, too.
The mother first noticed he was missing at about eight-fifteen, Davey continued. Found the back door open. No visible signs of forced entry or an intruder. The mother alerted the father. They called it in right away, and they ran around, calling for him, looking in the immediate area.
And tracked up the place, Fiona mused. But who could blame them?
We did a house-and-grounds search, to make sure he wasnt just hiding. Davey turned back to Fiona with rain dripping off the bill of his cap. Hes not in the house, and his mother says he has his stuffed bunny with him. He sleeps with it, carts it around habitually. Weve got rangers on the search, McMahon and Matt are out there, he added, referring to the sheriff and a young deputy.
McMahon cleared me to call in your unit, and assigned me to base.
Well set up and get started. Id like to interview the parents now, if thats good for you.
He gestured toward the house. Theyre scared, as youd expectand they want to go out and look for him. You might help me talk them down from that.
Ill see what I can do. Thinking of that, she went back to the truck, opened the door for her partner. Peck hopped out and walked with her and Davey to the house.
At Daveys nod, Fiona crossed to the couple, who rose from their huddle on the couch. The woman clutched a little red fire engine.
Mr. and Mrs. Cauldwell, Im Fiona Bristow with Canine Search and Rescue. This is Peck. She laid a hand on the head of the chocolate Lab. The rest of my units on the way. Were going to help look for Hugh.
You need to go. You need to go right now. Hes only three.
Yes, maam. The rest of my unit will be here any minute. It would help us if I get some information first.
We told the police and the rangers everything. Devin looked toward the window. I need to go out there, look for him. Were wasting time here.
Believe me, Mr. Cauldwell, the police and the rangers are doing everything they can to find Hugh. They called us because finding him is everyones priority. Were trained, and your little boy is our only focus now. Were going to coordinate with the police and the park rangers. I need to make sure I have all the information so we optimize our resources. You realized Hugh was missing about eight-fifteen, is that right?
Tears swam fresh into Rosies eyes. I shouldve checked on him earlier. He hardly ever sleeps past seven. I shouldve
Mrs. Cauldwell... Rosie, Fiona corrected, using the first name to comfort. You dont want to blame yourself. Little boys are curious, arent they? Has Hugh ever left the house by himself before?
Never, never. I thought hed come down to play, then I couldnt find him, and I went back to the kitchen. And the door... the door was open. Wide open. And I couldnt find him.
Maybe you could show me. Fiona signaled to Peck to follow. Hes wearing his pajamas?
