“The money?” Paul wore a stunned expression. Nina thought, it can’t be true.
“One hundred thousand dollars split two ways,” Wish said reverently. “You know how much that is?”
“That would buy a lot,” said Paul.
“Sure would,” said Wish. “Instead, what a fiasco. And you can’t even see the worst of it!” he said darkly. “My throat is completely swollen up with poison oak! That’s why I belong back in Tahoe! I am never hiking these woods again.”
“You know, Wish, I’m trying, but help me out, will you? You went up there with Danny on Tuesday… why?”
Wish looked at Paul as if revising a previously positive opinion. “I told you. For the reward.”
Paul relaxed back into his chair. “Ah. A reward.”
“Some people who got burned out put their money together with some money from the county, that’s why it’s such a large amount,” Wish said. “Arson causes a lot of expensive damage.”
“You followed Danny up there to catch the arsonist?” Nina asked. “In spite of the fact that you could get caught in a fire or killed?”
“No way,” said Wish. “We were just gonna get a picture of the arsonist or his car, some evidence to show who was doing it. We planned to shoot and run.”
He told them what had happened after they went up the ridge, the waiting, the heat and flames, Danny insisting on staying until they could get the shot, then the fear and confusion and getting lost. Nina held Wish’s hand as he haltingly told them about Danny finding him, then losing him again. Wish buried his face in his hands.
“Then the firebug-he ambushed me. He came after me, knocked me down with a rock. I remembered my mom’s advice to my sisters when they went away to school, because she has a double standard, you know? With girls.”
“And that advice was…” Paul prompted.
“Grab and twist. But I was on the ground and he was too close for me to kick. Thing is, he got behind me. He thought the rock knocked me out. Even though the fire was right there licking at me, I decided to lay low. There were plenty of other rocks around.
“He stood over me for a few seconds watching to see if… I don’t know. Maybe to see if I moved-I don’t know. I felt his eyes on me. Maybe the wind shifted right then. Something went right and the fire didn’t get me while I was playing dead.
“All’s I know is, he hit me on the head with a big rock, and I fell. At the clinic they said”-his hand went to the left side of his head-“that I didn’t get a skull fracture, because he hit me from a bad angle.
“When I thought he was gone, I dragged myself up somehow and ran straight through the fire, down the mountain through burning poison oak. But he was after me again! It felt supernatural, the way he was after me, like he was some kind of animal that could smell me through the smoke!
“I have never been so scared in my whole life,” Wish went on, his voice trembling. “The firebug, he just wouldn’t give up. I had long since dropped the camera somewhere but it wasn’t the camera he cared about, it was getting me. He wanted to kill me. He almost did with that rock. Then when he found me the second time, he was relentless, crashing after me right out to the street like he didn’t even care if he got caught, just so he could kill me.
“Next thing I knew, I came out on Southbank Road and there were fire trucks everywhere, pumping water straight from the stream along the road. My car was still parked a long way down the road. I couldn’t wait to find out what had happened to Danny. I got in the car and drove out to Carmel Valley Road. I kept looking back, thinking the firebug might be following me.
“I drove to Salinas and got on 101. I drove as far as I could, until I realized I was going to pass out again. Then I saw the turnoff for San Juan Bautista and drove there.”
“Did you see his face at any time?” Paul asked.
“Too much white smoke when I was trying to focus the camera,” Wish said. “My eyes were watering and stinging. I could barely see anything. The rest of the time I was running or had my eyes closed. But he must think I saw him. It’s the only thing that explains why he tried so hard to get me.”
“What was he wearing?”
“No idea.”
“Nothing that could identify him? Think, Wish!”
“I’m thinking. I’m thinking.”
“Well?”
Wish shrugged helplessly. “Something sharp pressing against my back when he was behind me, but he had just hit me and I wasn’t thinking too straight.” An agonized expression appeared on his face. “I have to go out to Ben’s house if Danny doesn’t answer the phone. I mean, Danny disappeared. He went down up there. I think the firebug may have-I can’t stand to think-”
“Let’s call again,” Nina said. She had the number memorized by now.
No answer. Wish stared at the phone. “It’s late,” he said. “They oughtta be answering.”
“All right, we’ll drive out to the Valley in a minute, buddy,” Paul said. “But I have to ask, how did Danny know in advance there was going to be a fire up there?”
“Danny had a tip.”
“What kind of a tip?”
“From a confidential source. He was pretty sure there would be a fire that night on the ridge.”
“He’d have to know the arsonist.”
“No, no, nothing like that. He said he had the license number of the suspect’s car. He wouldn’t tell me any more, just that he’d staked out various construction sites around Carmel Valley Village for the whole week and saw the car parked for a couple of hours at Robles Ridge earlier that day. Some big new houses are under construction up there. It all made sense to me then.”
“So you saw the car again that night before you went up the ridge?”
“Danny saw it. Ahead of us on Southbank Road. He said that was it, but he didn’t want to get close because, heck, the firebug might be in the car. I couldn’t even see the color, but I saw a parked car. A sedan.”
“Oh, Wish,” Nina said. “You should have left and called the police.”
“The police wouldn’t do anything. A guy sitting in a car, that’s all, and we’d lose our chance. What would it prove? You know how hard they make it to get those big rewards. All we wanted to do was get one shot, but it had to be a shot of the guy, not the car, and he had to be doing a criminal act. So we parked my car. Danny sneaked up the road until he could see the guy wasn’t in the car. I got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach. You know how you say you can feel it, when something big is about to happen, Paul? We started up the hill. In the dark, I had to trust Danny to lead. I knew the construction sites were at the top and there was a road on the other side.”
“You were asking for trouble,” Nina said, angry now. How could he? Paul shook his head slightly.
Nina gave up. She sat back on the couch. Paul was right, recriminations could come later.
Paul said, “He must have gotten the license number from the police.”
Wish shook his head. “He wouldn’t say. But he’s lived here for years. He knows all the locals. Somebody knew something, that’s all.”
Nina said, “Wish, as soon as the police know you’re alive, you will become a prime suspect in these fires.”
“Me? A suspect? I almost got my ass burned off! Sorry.”
“We know that. Now to convince the world,” Paul said. “The police are going to be looking for you. We’ll have to contact them.”
“Tomorrow morning. When you’ve rested a little and we have talked more,” Nina said. She was wondering whether to tell him about the corpse in the locker in Salinas, who might be his friend.
“After I find Danny,” Wish said.
“I still don’t understand why you were there at all. Why did Danny invite you along? Wouldn’t he rather have all the reward money for himself?”
“Danny knew the trails, I had the good camera. And I think he was scared to go alone. All we needed was some proof.”
“I can see what you guys had in mind, but I wish you’d run it by me first,” said Paul. Nina thought that showed superhuman forbearance.
“Is this guy gonna come after me?”
“I don’t know,” Paul said. “You lost your camera and didn’t really see him. He has nothing to fear from you. Unfortunately, he doesn’t know that.”
“Maybe I should take out a classified ad, huh?” Wish said in a glum voice. “‘I know jack, pal, so don’t kill me, okay?’ ”
Paul looked at his watch. Looked at Nina.
“We should go if we’re going.”
“He has to put on some other clothes. Take a shower.”
“A quick shower would be nice. But then I have to go to the Valley.”
Paul had gone into the kitchen. He came out with a disposable camera with a flash. “I’m going in there with you, buddy,” he told Wish. “Take pictures of your injuries.”
“To prove I was there?”
“I don’t know what we’re gonna need them for. I just don’t think this is over, and I want to document your burns and the injury on your head. I’ll rebandage you. I have a first-aid kit you wouldn’t believe in there.”
“Good, Paul,” Nina said. She thought,
By the time Nina heard the shower stop in the bathroom, it was nearly midnight. Paul put some fresh clothes Wish could wear in the bathroom and called Danny’s number one more time. Nina tossed Wish’s filthy clothes into the hamper.
She heard someone pounding on the door. She looked through the door of the bedroom to see why Paul had not answered. Head cocked to one side, supported only by air, Paul was napping in a chair. She tiptoed past and peered through the peephole in the front door.
It looked like a police ID. It was in fact a police ID.
She opened the door to two deputy sheriffs, hands hovering over their weapons. Behind them she saw a sheriff’s car, red light turning, and a Carmel Valley Police car with two other men in it.
“I’m Deputy Grace. Monterey County Sheriff. This Paul van Wagoner’s residence?” asked the bigger one, a young man with a face pocked like an olive loaf. “May we come in?”
“I’ll go get him,” she said, ignoring the last question. She left them on the porch, closed and locked the front door behind herself, and woke Paul. They returned to the door together.
“We’re looking for Willis Whitefeather. Like to ask you some questions.”
“It’s late,” Nina said. “How about your office, tomorrow morning?”
“Sorry. We need to talk to you right now.”
“That won’t be possible.”
“We just received information from the Las Flores Clinic in San Juan Bautista that Mr. Whitefeather has been hiding there. Mr. Whitefeather gave Mr. van Wagoner’s phone number as an emergency contact. Now please listen carefully. If you have any information as to Mr. Whitefeather’s current whereabouts and don’t tell us what you may know,
Paul and Nina stood there. Paul said softly to her, “Your call, Counsel.”
