Chessie Bock’s eyes narrowed to unattractive little slits as she glared at me from the open doorway.“Eric wanted me to tell you that he’s okay.” I watched Chessie’s face go from suspicious to concerned to pissed in a flash.“Why didn’t he call me instead of you?” Her lips pursed together, and her nostrils flared. Jealously wasn’t an attractive look for Chessie.“He didn’t call me. I saw him at the police station. He’s trying to get a hold of his parents.”She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded. “They’re in Maine. Eric was supposed to go with them.”“But he wanted to come to camp. He told me.”“I wanted him to come to camp,” Chessie corrected. “Eric wanted to go fishing with his dad. This is my senior year. I want to do better than place fifth. Eric’s a great singer, but he has some trouble dancing. He needs all the help he can get.”Yikes. The guy was sitting in jail, and his girlfriend was dissing his moves. Not cool.Chessie seemed to read my mind.
