Every Precious Thing

“It’s ten forty,” Dev said.

Logan stared out at the road heading toward the canyon. “I know.”

Diana’s message had said if she wasn’t there by ten thirty, she wasn’t coming.

“Five more minutes,” he said.

“Okay.”

The question of, “And then what?” hung in the air between them, but Logan didn’t have an answer for that yet.

He checked the rearview mirror. The line of cars and vans and RVs continued. The problem was, he wasn’t sure if she would be coming from the Williams end or the Grand Canyon end. Or if she was coming at all.

Two more minutes passed, three, then-

The cell phone rang in a loud, inane tune that someone at the manufacturer had deemed appropriate. Since this was the first call Logan had received on it, adjusting the settings to vibrate hadn’t occurred to him.

He hit the green button, cutting off the noise. “Hello.”

“You’re playing some kind of joke on me, right?” Ruth asked.

“What are you talking about?”

“The phone numbers you asked me to locate.”

“What about them?”

“I’m looking at a live map right now. I’ve got the phone you’re using right in the center. I see you’re taking a little vacation to the Grand Canyon.”

“Did you locate the others?”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Ruth, what are you talking about?”

“Seriously?” she asked.

Keeping his calm, Logan said, “I appreciate your help, and I know I’ve asked a lot. But if you know where the other phones are, please just tell me.”

“Well, you should know where one of them is right about now.”

He started to ask if she was joking with him when Dev’s voice cut him off.

“Logan.”

Logan looked over just in time to see a ten-year-old Pontiac Grand Prix pull abreast of the El Camino’s driver’s side window. Sitting behind the wheel was a man Logan didn’t recognize, but in the passenger seat was Diana.

“I thought you didn’t have a phone,” she said, leaning through her window and staring past Dev at Logan.

“You’re late,” he told her.

“You’re lucky I came at all.”

“You believe us now?”

She pulled back inside her car. “Follow us, or don’t. It’s up to you.”

Dirt shot up from under the back tires as the other car took off.

Without having to be told, Dev started the engine and headed after them.

“Are you still there?” Logan said into the phone.

“Yes. Logan, you’re about to pass the second phone.”

“What?”

“About a mile ahead of you, on the right side of the road.”

“Which phone?” he asked, thinking Sara might be closer than he’d realized.

“Yours. Your original one, that is.”

He paused, then put his hand over the phone and said to Dev, “Dr. Paskota’s less than a mile ahead on the right.”

Dev looked surprised. “How did she find us?”

“I don’t know.” Logan brought the phone back up. “And the last phone?”

“It’s about twenty miles from your position. Off the main road, though. In fact, the map I’m looking at shows no roads within a mile of its location. You want the GPS coordinates?”

Logan opened the glove compartment, cringing a bit when he saw his dad’s letter, and rummaged around for a pen and scrap paper. Once he had them, he said, “Give them to me.”

As he was writing, Dev said, “Don’t look, but there she is.”

“You’re sure?”

“Definitely. Same gray car. Same profile.”

Dev switched his gaze to the rearview mirror.

“What’s she doing?” Logan asked.

“Nothing yet.”

To Ruth, Logan said, “Can you hold on for a few minutes? I want to see what the car we just passed does.”

“Logan, I have-”

“Please,” he said.

“Fine.”

For the next two miles, no one spoke. Then Ruth said, “He’s moving.”

“She,” Logan corrected her.

“Okay, she’s moving.”

“Which way?”

“After you.”

“Fast?” Logan asked, figuring the woman would want to get them in visual range.

“No. She’s going about the same speed you are.”

The same speed? Did she feel safe leaving that much room between them because, for the moment anyway, there wasn’t really anywhere to turn off the road? But how would she know how fast they were going?

“I want to try something,” Logan said so that both Dev and Ruth could hear him. “Ruth, don’t hang up. Dev, get Diana’s attention and get them to pull over to the side.”

Dev flashed the Grand Prix with the El Camino’s lights several times, and flipped on the right turn signal. At first, the other car did nothing. Then, after Dev repeated the whole process, it slowed and angled onto the shoulder, where it stopped. Dev eased the El Camino in behind it.

“Anything happen?” Logan asked Ruth.

“No. She’s still coming your-” She stopped herself. “Hold on. She just pulled to the side of the road.”

“How far back?”

“A mile and a half.”

“Son of a bitch. Hang on.” He looked at Dev. “Check the car. She’s got us bugged somehow.”

He put the phone on the dash, hopped out, and ran over to the Grand Prix. Diana looked at him through the window for a moment before rolling it down.

“What?” she asked.

“There’s a problem.”

“What kind of problem?”

“One of the people from last night is following us.”

Her sense of detached self-control disappeared. “What?”

“We’re out of here,” the guy behind the wheel said as he reached for the gearshift.

“Hold on,” Logan told him. “Just give me a few minutes, okay?”

“No way,” the guy said.

Logan locked eyes with Diana. “Just a few minutes.”

“If he’s following us, won’t he be here any second?”

“Diana, don’t listen to him,” the driver said.

She shot him a look. “Richard. I’ll handle this.”