playing along with Officer Jimmy. “It’s in the eastern part of the state, close to the Connecticut border.”
“How long’s it take you to get out there?”
“Three and a half hours.”
“You just go 90 west?”
“To Route 22.”
“Yeah, I have no idea where that is.”
“If you keep going on 22 you get to Poughkeepsie.”
“If you say so. How often do you get out there?”
“Every weekend.”
“Wow. You must really like the place.”
There isn’t a word strong enough to describe how she feels out there. Millbrook is her escape. She makes the drive every Friday after work, rain or shine, happy or sad. She stays through Sunday night and drives straight to work on Monday. There is space out there. There is grass and air that smells nice. In the winter there is clean snow that stretches on forever.
And Rowan.
She closes her eyes and conjures him. She smells his barn and feels him moving under her hands as she curries his withers. The grooms always put him on the crossties to clean him, but not Sloan. She scratches all his favorite places and smiles when he curls his neck around to give her a playful nudge every time she finds another with the hard bristles. Then she rides him and feels his calm and coiled anticipation as he gathers himself for a jump, then the explosion, the thrust high into the air and that feeling of flying, just Rowan and her, her face so close that his mane brushes her cheek.
She pushes at the tears with the back of her hand and gets to her feet. “I’m turning off the lights. It’s too hot in here. I’m also putting up one of the blinds, just so you know.”
“Just so
“I don’t even have the gun. It’s on Trevor’s standing desk.” She looks around for her earpiece so she can have both hands free, hopes the battery hasn’t run down.
“What the hell is a standing desk?”
“All the CIOs have them. It’s a power thing.”
“What’s a CIO?”
“Chief Investment Officer.” She finds the earpiece on the floor near Beck’s chair and switches the call over. “But Trevor didn’t want one like everyone else, so he…actually, he had his assistant Nicole do all the research and she found this mahogany antique that was used by Charles Dickens. It cost the firm over $100,000 to have it restored and shipped from London.”
“A hundred grand? Jeez, that would have covered both my kids’ college tuition.”
The light switch is by the door. This time as she passes Trevor, she reaches down and tips the chair off of him, setting it back on its feet. She flips the lights off and feels instantly better, cooler. She rolls up one of the fancy shades and then, what the hell, does them all. She opens all the windows of the corner office to the nighttime view. It is magnificent, even at 2 o’clock in the morning. She feels as if she’s floating out over the harbor, just another of the lights moving across the water. They must be ships, those lights, and she wonders what life would be like living on a moving vessel. Logan has airport lights: red ones, green ones, bright beacons, flashing fast and slow. The runway lights look like jeweled bracelets laid out on a black velvet pillow.
The glass window feels cool, so she presses her cheek against it, the side without the earpiece. “Will the snipers shoot me?”
“Why would they shoot you while we’re still talkin’? And so long as you’re leaving Beck alone? How is Beck? Does he need any water?”
“Do you care what happens to me?”
“I’ve spent all night talkin’ to you. What do you think?”
“I think you care about what happens to Beck.”
“I do. And I care about what happens to you. That’s no bullshit. I want you to walk out of there.”
Trevor’s body is hard to see in the dark, but she knows it’s there. “Why would you care? Why would anyone care? I’m a murderer.” She’s been trying all night to feel the weight of that word and how to wear it. Mostly she feels how Mother will wear it.
“Listen, kid, I deal with all kinds in this job. I can tell the wackos and I can tell the ones that just got pushed too far. You get pushed around and pushed around until you can’t do it anymore and then something happens. It’s just a wrong-place-wrong-time-bad-chain-of-events kind of a deal, and if one thing had gone different yesterday, maybe none of this happens. Am I right?”
The sky is another sight to behold. The moon lights the clouds from behind, making them seem transparent and solid at the same time as they rush through space.
“What are the names of the islands, Jimmy?”
“What islands?”
“Isn’t there something out there called the Harbor Islands?” She’s seen them a thousand times from Trevor’s office.
“Sure, but there’s somethin’ like forty”-
“I never did. Tell me some of the names.”
“Long Island, Sheep Island…There’s a little one called Grape. I went swimming once with my brothers at Spectacle. It used to have great beaches, but then the city used it for dumping all the Big Dig dirt, so I don’t know what it’s like now. Deer Island is where they have the shit plant.”
“Excuse me?”
“Sewage plant. One of the Brewsters has the oldest lighthouse ever. Georges Island has a Civil War fort. I went to both of those on school field trips when I was a kid. There’s a Sarah’s Island. I always remember it because that was my ma’s name.”
“Where are you from?”
“ Haverhill.”
“Where are you right now?”
“I can’t tell you that.”
She scans the building at State Street and Congress, the only one tall enough for him to be looking down at her. But it’s a huge black mirrored tower that reveals nothing. “Can I see you?”
“I’ll spend all the time in the world with you, but you gotta let Beck come out of there. And you need to come out too. What you have to keep in mind is that you’re still young and you deserve to come out of there in one piece. You need to give yourself that chance.”
Another requirement. Another trade-off. Another contingent offer. She slides down the window and sits with her back to the north, looking out over the water. “Was it supposed to rain today, Jimmy?”
“If it was supposed to, it never did.”
“It just struck me as so odd that he was wearing a raincoat because I hadn’t heard anything about rain today and the whole time we were having our meeting he never took it off.”
“Trevor?”
“I was standing outside his office listening to him talking to Beck. And then Beck came out and I wanted to go in. I assumed it was my turn, that he was just running late with his meetings. I didn’t want to look too eager, so I went to my office and packed my things and came back.”
“Make it look all casual, huh? Like you were just leaving and stopped by.”
“I was standing there trying to get up the courage to walk in, then he walked out and nearly ran me over. He wasn’t happy to see me, I could tell, but he wouldn’t show it. You know what he said? ‘
“You said that to him?” Officer Jimmy’s voice holds a hint of respect, and for a moment Sloan feels as if they
