the hall past her desk. As they approached the bathrooms, Rider glanced behind them for any witnesses. A nurse and doctor were chatting in the hallway, heads bent over a patient’s file, so Rider paused to take a drink from the fountain. When they switched to talking about last night’s episode of Shark Tank, Rider’s stomach swelled from gulping so much water as he waited for them to move on. Finally the coast was clear, so he quickly opened the basement door and disappeared down the stairwell, leaving Rachel alone in front of the bathrooms.
Rider paused for only a moment before turning on the basement lights. He was certain that no one else had entered the space since he had left, and he doubted anyone would visit any time soon, but his heart still pounded as he rushed towards the boxes on the shelves, looking for the list of appointments from July 10, 1998, the day Jessica Reynolds had her first abortion. His hands quivered as he rifled through the printouts, his sweaty fingers making it difficult to separate the pages. Finally, his eyes landed on the correct day and he quickly scanned the names, looking for Ms. Reynolds. Her appointment had been for 2 pm, 15 minutes after Miss Cara Pasquetti arrived for an ultrasound.
Rider raced to the other bookshelf and began rummaging through the boxes, looking for Cara Pasquetti. Year by year, he tore through the files, searching for her name but always coming up empty. A quick glance at his phone told him he had been in the basement for five minutes already and he knew Rachel would be getting anxious. He was making a mess of the boxes; files were pulled out haphazardly and the boxes which had originally been lined up neatly on the shelves were now in disarray. As he approached the last box of files, Rider’s chest swelled with anticipation and a gasp of joy escaped his lips as he pulled a file from the box. Rider was just about to stuff it in his shirt when he realized the name at the top said Carla Pasquetti, not Cara. His heart sunk as he stared dejectedly at the incorrect file, willing the name at the top to change before his eyes. When no miracle of transmogrification occurred, Rider angrily shoved the file back in the box and kicked it back into place on the shelf. He took one last look around the room, hoping to find another box of files hidden somewhere, but his luck had run out. Taking just a few more seconds to straighten the boxes and shove the errant files back into place, Rider eventually headed for the stairs, texting Rachel as he climbed. His mind was awhirl, trying to conjure up a plan to find out more about Cara Pasquetti, but his nerves were too rattled for him to think clearly.
As soon as Rachel saw Rider’s face she recognized his disappointment. “Let’s get out of here,” he grumbled, taking her hand and leading her back down the hall towards the exit. He forced a smile as he passed the front desk, dangling his keys for the receptionist. “Found ‘em,” he said, trying to look happy and innocent while inside he felt completely opposite. Rachel offered a slight smile and a wave as well. Once they were in the car, Rider explained what he had learned.
“Did you say the last name was Pasquetti?” Paige interrupted as Rider was describing what he had found. “Because there’s a kid at school with the last name Pasquetti. I used to think of him as ‘Spaghetti Pasquetti’ when we were little because he had curly red hair,” Paige admitted guiltily.
“Oh yeah!” Rachel replied giddily. “I think I remember him. He was a really dorky-looking kid, but he started to get a little cuter as he got older. Isn’t he a grade ahead of us?”
“Yeah, I think so,” Paige hedged, unwilling to admit how much she actually knew about the boy she had secretly been crushing on ever since he tamed his dark red ringlets and started putting some muscles on his tall, skinny frame.