Isabella and that weird land beyond Wolf Canyon.
By the time it was all finished and they had each provided their phone numbers and addresses for follow-up interviews, dawn had nearly arrived. The FBI offered to put them up for a day in a local motel, and Janet took them up on that, saying that she was too fired to do anything but sleep. The rest of them decided to get out of Arizona as quickly as possible. Janet promised Miles that she would return the rental car to Cedar City the next day and sign off on it.
'You'd better,' he told her. 'I know where you live.' She laughed, thanked him, gave him a quick awkward hug. They had explained to her what had gone on after they'd followed May, and though she still seemed disturbed by Garden's disappearance and the fact that he had not yet been found, she seemed less troubled than at any time since Miles had met her, and he had the feeling that she would be okay. He promised to call as soon as he got back to California.
Hal intended to drive Miles and Claire back to Los Angeles, but the FBI offered to pay for a rental car, and Miles decided to take advantage of that. The three of them ate at a Denny's, compliments of the Bureau, and when the local Avis opened, an Agent Madison accompanied Miles, filled out the paperwork, and told Miles that he could drop the car off at any Avis in Southern California.
The agent shook his hand. 'We'll be in touch.'
Before they parted ways, when Claire was out of earshot, Hal took Miles aside. 'Would you rather meet up with Isabella again or have a broom handle shoved up your ass?' he asked. 'And death is not an option.'
'Broom handle up the ass,' Miles replied without hesitation.
Hal patted his shoulder. 'Me, too, bud. Me, too.'
Miles thought of his father, thought of Bob. The FBI and the other law enforcement agencies involved were going to autopsy the bodies, then, using dental and fingerprint identification, attempt to contact the decedents' families. Miles had already specified his father's approximate location in the lineup and had described the ragged clothes Bob had been wearing. He'd also given them the name of Ralph Barger at the L.A. County Coroner's office, and they'd promised to ship over the body.
His dad would finally get a proper burial.
He didn't want to think about his father right now, didn't want to get caught up in those sorts of considerations. He would do that later, when he was alone when he had time to think things over and grieve.
Rio Verde was located at the juncture of two state highways, and Miles consulted a road map before choosing to take the route that led northeast across the state. Hal was heading the other way, through Phoenix, and they said their good-byes in the parking lot.
'I'm going in tomorrow,' Hal said. 'I'll tell everyone you're taking a few days.'
Miles hadn't yet decided whether he would take any more days off work, but he thanked his friend. 'I appreciate it.' 'And I'm telling Tran.
Everything.' Miles smiled. 'Go right ahead.'
Claire gave Hal a hug. 'thank you,' she said. 'For believing me, for coming with me, for all of it. I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't been here.'
'Or you, either,' he told her.
Miles put an arm around her. 'Thanks both of you.' 'What are friends for?'
They got into their respective cars, and Miles and Claire waved to Hal as he started off in the opposite direction.
They hit the highway themselves. It seemed suddenly silent, with just him and Claire---it was amazing how quickly
one got used to being part of a group---and Miles turned on the radio as they headed over the bridge that traversed the [ river and headed into the desert. The radio dial was white [. noise save for a Mexican station, a right-wing talk program out of Albuquerque, and an all-news station from Las Vegas.
Miles kept it on the Las Vegas station. According to the weather report, a storm system was covering most of the four corners states and heading west, toward Nevada and
California. Whether that was from the same dark cloud cover [ that had started over Wolf Canyon, he did not know, but it would not surprise him.
He glanced over at Claire. He remembered when they'd gotten married.
Or when they were supposed to have gotten married. For the wedding had been postponed a day. There'd been a huge thunderstorm, a freakishly out-of season El Nifio downpour, that triggered a mud slide which engulfed the -p, ark where the ceremony was to take place. Although they d been able to laugh about it later, it had been hell at the time and they'd rushed around all morning phoning friends and relatives, telling them about the postponement, while desperately searching for some inside location to host the wedding.
Miles cleared his throat. 'How about we get married?' She looked at him. 'What?' 'Will you marry me?' 'No.'
'No?' : 'Are you crazy?' 'I'm dead serious.'
'This isn't a movie, where two people fall in love just because they're thrown together under extreme circumstances. It's us. Me. You.
We're together again, yes, but we still have to give this thing time.
Who knows where this is -going to lead?'
'I do.'
'there still a lot of water under the bridge, a lot of things we haven't talked about, and and it's just too soon, Miles.' She put a light hand on his arm.
'What do you say we go to Las Vegas and just play it from there?'
'Why not?'
'I'm not into those quicky chapel things, if that's your scheme. It's not cute or kitschy or any of that stuff to me.'
'I thought you didn't want to get married. If you're not even going to be tempted, then, why not go?'
She smiled at him. 'Okay, smarty pants. Las Vegas it is.' He grinned. 'Las Vegas it is.'
She reached over, shut off the radio, then snuggled close to him on the seat. He put his arm around her as he drove and casually pressed down on the gas, accelerating. He wanted to reach Las Vegas before the storm.
The forecast was for heavy rain by nightfall.
