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the coach called a running play with forty seconds left. No way, I said."
    "I was lucky." Will responded, but he was watching Aaron Thomas, who had just closed his locker door a few feet away. Aaron walked away without commenting. I'll talk to him later, Will thought as he left.
    Marion Connors beamed when she saw him. She wore jeans and a Hawks' sweatshirt, and her light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, making her look younger than thirty-eight.
    She gave him a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek. Her green eyes sparkled. "Oh, Will, I'm so proud of you. You were great. Just great. And you got your record, too." Then she frowned and lightly ran her fingers through his short hair. "Does that hurt? How does it feel?"
    "It's okay, Mom. Really, I'm all right."
    "I've already called Dr. Franks. He said to come right over to his office. He'll meet us there."
    "I heard," Will muttered.
    "C'mon. Grandpa's got the car out front."
    "Do you know if Dad was here?"
    "I got a call from him earlier today," she said as they climbed the stairs from the locker room. "He apologized. He got tied up and couldn't get away. He said he'd make it up to you."
    She did her best to relay the information without adding her own feelings, but Will could tell his mother was disgusted with her ex-husband for not keeping his word—and she'd probably told him so.
    "Mrs. Hodges also called," Marion said with a frown. "It was about Myra."
    "I know. I've talked to her and Sheriff Kirkpatrick."
    "And?"
    "And I don't know where she is."
    "You don't sound too concerned," Burke said.
    "Of course, I'm concerned. As soon as we get my head examined, I want to see what I can find out."
    Burke laughed. "I hope you got time for dinner. It's on me tonight. Your choice of restaurants."
    "Don't worry, Will. When we get to Dr. Franks's office, I'll call Laura Hodges and see if Myra's come home," Marion said.
    The visit to the doctor and dinner swallowed most of the evening. It was nearly nine o'clock when Will's grandfather finally pulled his Land Rover into the driveway of the three-story house on Ute Street. Will went immediately to his room on the lower level and picked up the phone.
    Dr. Franks had said Will might have suffered a minor concussion, but as long as he didn't start throwing up there wasn't anything to worry about. The trainer had already told him as much. Will didn't tell the doctor or the trainer about the peculiar dream he'd had in the short time he was unconscious. They'd only been interested in how he felt and how clear his thinking was. If he told anyone about the dream, it would be his father. But it didn't look like Will would be seeing him for a while.
    He called Taylor to see if she'd heard anything new about Myra, but her mother answered the phone and said Taylor had gone to a party at Paige Davis's house.
    What party? he wondered as he hung up. Then he remembered that right after he'd told Myra his decision, she'd said something about not going to Paige's place together. She must have been talking about the party.
    He didn't really feel like partying, but he wanted to talk to Taylor alone. She might know more than she was saying. Besides, maybe someone else at the party would know something.
    It was quarter to ten when Will arrived at Paige's house on Red Mountain. His mother had tried to convince him to stay home and rest, as the doctor had advised, but when he'd finally promised her he'd be home by midnight and he wouldn't drink anything alcoholic, she'd reluctantly told him to go ahead.
    Although it wasn't the first time Will had gone to a party at Paige's, he had trouble finding the turnoff. He passed it once before spotting the narrow drive. It wound upward for a quarter of a mile through towering aspens and pine trees and ended at a parking area next to the palatial house, which was built on four levels and had ten bedrooms and six bathrooms. The enormous picture windows on the top three levels looked out toward Aspen Mountain and the