“ What?”
“ There’s a girl involved. Young and beautiful according to the woman next door. She took off with a big dog, went into the park. And that’s not all.”
“ There’s more?”
“ There’s two cops missing.”
“ Where’d they go?”
“ They’re gone, nobody knows.”
“ What are you doing, Marshall?” An older black cop said.
“ Nothing, Harper.”
“ Ma’am,” Officer Harper said, “unless you got business here, you need to move on. This is an active investigation.”
“ She’s with the press,” Marshall said.
“ No she’s not,” Harper said. “Not with a car like that.” He turned his attention away from Marshall. “Who are you ma’am?”
“ A woman with a blog who wants to know what’s going on here.”
“ Move on,” Harper said.
“ I’m a citizen, I’ve a right to know.”
“ Lady, we’re taking the wacko next door in for questioning, we could just as easily take you in as well.”
“ I take your point.” Lila started the car, backed up, turned and went back the way she’d come, passing an unmarked Crown Vic on her way.
“ Nice car,” Mouledoux said as a red BMW sports car passed them by. “Pretty girl, too.
“ Didn’t get a look at her,” Peeps said.
Mouledoux parked, got out of the Crown Vic, started for the house, decided to have a look at the abandoned ride.
“ They’re gone,” a uniform said. “I’m Marshall.”
“ Where?”
“ Craziest thing, the neighbor, who’s been drinking, but not that much, says she saw them disappear right before his eyes.”
“ Say what?” Mouledoux blinked.
“ That’s right,” Marshall said. “One minute they’ve got this woman covered, they’re yelling at her to drop her gun and get on the ground, then poof, they’re gone.”
“ Gone, like they were vaporized, turned to nothing with a ray gun?” Peeps said.
“ More like they got beamed up,” Marshall said. “That’s the neighbor talking, not me.”
“ The one who’s been drinking?” Peeps shook his head, walked away, heading toward the grey house and the dead man on the front porch.
“ That’s the one,” Marshall said to Mouledoux. “Nuts, I know, but they’re gone.”
“ So find ’em.”
“ Yeah, right away, sir,” Marshall said, sarcasm dripping off the words.
“ Or not.” Mouledoux smiled. He liked people who talked back to authority.
“ Bobby.” Peeps was calling to him from over to where the victim was. “You have to see this.”
“ What?” He started toward Peeps and the vic.
“ Look who it is,” Peeps said when he got there.
“ Now that’s very interesting.”
Izzy felt a chill ripple up her spine as she turned onto 395, heading north, like someone had just walked over her grave. Someone was thinking about her and they weren’t thinking good thoughts.
The sun would be up in an hour or so and she wanted miles behind her when it got light. She hoped they wouldn’t find out about Johnny till she’d been and gone. As far as anybody in Reno knew, Johnny wasn’t in the picture, because years ago, when Amy was only seven, the two of them decided it would be better to tell her school, and anybody else who asked, that Johnny, her son and Amy’s father, was dead. So they’d killed him off in the First Gulf war, right after Amy had been born. Sadly, he’d died without ever seeing his daughter. Her mother, they’d killed in childbirth.
In reality, Amy’s mother died with a needle in her arm with Johnny passed out in the next room. Junkies both of them. Johnny stayed addicted for years, wanting nothing to do with his daughter. Then he met a woman with a heart black as death, but she’d gotten him clean, married him and made three kids, who Izzy had never seen. Roxanne thought she had married into money. After all, Izzy was this famous heart surgeon, but when Izzy didn’t lavish gifts on the couple, they turned vicious, trying to get Amy in a custody battle.
But Izzy had money and lawyers and had raised the girl since infancy, so she’d won and in retaliation her son and daughter-in-law shut her and Amy out of their lives. Now Johnny was the warden of California’s High Desert State Prison outside of Susanville. Izzy didn’t know, nor did she care, about Roxanne. Any woman who would keep a grandmother from seeing her grandchildren, wasn’t worth thinking about.
Her plan: check into a motel, get the girls out of the trunk and into a bed and wait till they came to. Then she’d call Johnny and tell him it was time he stepped up to the plate. His daughter needed him now. He was going to have to take in the two girls and keep them safe. She hoped he’d do it, that he still had some feelings for Amy.
Maybe he’d changed. It was possible, she thought. If Lila Booth could change in a flash of a second, then perhaps the passage of so many years had softened her son. Izzy could only hope.
Lila Booth pulled over and lowered the top. What’s the point of a convertible if you can’t ride with the top down on such a clear night? It was chilly, but not too cold. She decided to pick up a sweatshirt at the Circus Circus gift shop, then take a long drive.
Back on the road again, she thought about Izzy Eisenhower. She had a new respect for the woman. She’d killed three people and was still functioning like a champ when they’d had their encounter. Not many people could do that.
She turned into the Circus Circus parking lot. From here she could see the Silver Legacy and the parking garage from which she’d shot Eisenhower. The woman hadn’t stayed dead. What kind of miracle was that? Plus, she’d shed half a century. That really was miraculous. This was a woman Lila didn’t want to hunt down, because the odds were better than even that the hunter could become the hunted and for the first time in her career, Lila wasn’t sure who would be the victor.
She was about to get out of the car, when she saw a late night couple leave the Circus Circus. They were coming toward the parking lot. Lila couldn’t help but smile. He was wearing a loud, red Hawaiian shirt and she was wearing a matching dress. Their last vacation must have been in Waikiki or maybe Maui. She hoped Maui. She liked it better.
She’d forgotten the car was bright red, the same color as the man’s shirt. She was sticking out like a black bear in the snow. For a second she chided herself, but then she let it go. So what if she was in a bright car on a clear night? She wasn’t on a job. In fact, she never would be again. She was going to retire. She’d just decided. She had enough money. It was time to enjoy it.
The vacationing couple strolled in front of the car, saw her and waved.
“ I just won two thousand dollars,” the man said.
“ Gotta love Reno,” the woman said. They looked like they were in their sixties, aging vacationers who’d hit it lucky. Now they’d go home and spread the news about how they’d struck it rich in Reno.
“ Coming back next year?” Lila said.
“ You bet, this is way better than Hawaii.”
“ Ah, Hawaii.” She’d been right about that. “Waikiki or Maui?”
“ Both,” the man said. “But this is better.”
“ Not if you lose,” Lila said.
“ You’re probably right about that.” The man waived. They got in a new Chevy Cruze, a rental, and drove off. Lucky people, she thought. And she was lucky, too. She’d been in a high risk job for a decade and she’d made it out
