Freezing

Jayne asked, ‘What’s he said about Kigali?’

‘Nothing yet. He won’t be drawn on the details. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see the inside of a prison overseas. So we’re talking to Gerrit Leuven, seeing if he can get the UN involved.’ He paused. ‘Leuven’s got a lot of good things to say about both of you. Of course, I cautioned him that his information was ten years out of date.’

She laughed and was rewarded by hearing a laugh come back through the speaker. She pictured his lips curving into his usual half-grin and said, ‘Thanks for giving us the low-down, Scott.’

‘Well, we owe you . . . for a number of things on this case.’ He cleared his throat. ‘Bringing me to the next point. Let me get Eric over here.’

Eric’s enthusiasm was in his voice when he came on the line. He intoned, ‘Ladies . . .’ like a DJ in a hazy nightclub.

‘You sound good, Agent Ramos,’ Steelie remarked, starting to go through the mail, which Jayne had dropped on to the counter.

‘Just a little de-mob happy.’

‘When are you guys actually demobilizing?’ Jayne asked, simply wanting to know when Scott would be back in Los Angeles.

‘Good question,’ Eric replied. ‘The Bureau won’t spring for us to stay out here for more than a week—’

‘You gotta be kidding me,’ exclaimed Steelie as she slid a square envelope addressed to Jayne in her direction.

‘Actually, they would, but Houston and I would have to double up and trust me, no one wants that.’

Scott cut in. ‘Can we get back on point? Jayne, Steelie, our supervisor, Craig Turner, has asked us to draft an MOU with your agency, for this and future cases.’

Jayne paused in the act of opening the envelope and saw that Steelie’s eyebrows were raised about as high as her own. She clarified, ‘You’re saying the FBI wants a Memorandum of Understanding with our nonprofit organization so we can help you again?’

‘Yes, as you just did on this case, minus the personal endangerment. This is on the up-and-up. It would be an official agreement for implementation on an ad hoc basis. And Turner’s already got a request for you in the hopper. We need better antemortem info on our missing prostitutes, since King’s ensured that their remains are going to come in as separate bones from different places. A couple of the family members out here are already asking after you. They were pretty surprised to see two women and such quote-unquote, young women, walking out from the crime scene at King’s house.’

The sound of the bells jangling on the Agency’s front door traveled back to the lab. Jayne addressed the phone. ‘Look, someone’s at the door and Carol’s off, so we gotta go. We’ll . . . get back to you on that offer.’

‘All right, Thirty-two One,’ Scott sounded amused. ‘Sounds to me like you’re playing hard to get, but you should know that two can play that game.’

Jayne had to bite her lip to stop from smiling as she hung up.

Steelie made for the hall, asking, ‘Who’s that from?’

Jayne finally looked at the envelope she was holding. No return address, an Atlanta postmark, and something with a shiny border inside. Her heart started to pound. Scott? She slid out the card. It was a gilt-edged invitation to dinner with him at In-N-Out Burger that Friday.

This time, her grin was so broad and came on so quick that she couldn’t hide it from Steelie, who rolled her eyes and set off down the hallway. Jayne enjoyed the bursting-with-happiness sensation for a full thirty seconds. Then she went to join Steelie and meet the next client of Agency 32/1.

A NOTE FOR THE READER

Although Agency 32/1 does not exist, it should.

It is based on the Missing Persons Identification Resource Center, a California non-profit founded by the author to link families of missing persons with coroners holding thousands of unidentified bodies.

– The plot and characters of this book are fictional.

– The statistics on unidentified bodies are fact.

– Forensic profiles of missing persons are hope.

www.mpid.org

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

The first draft of this book was written in September 2004. Yes, that long ago. The only way you can be reading these words on this page or that e-reader is because of the people who made sure I didn’t give up on Freezing, or myself, for more than six years. This was a tall order at times. Some of these folks fed me, others bought the new computer I couldn’t afford on my own, almost everyone had to see me weep (both kinds of tears), and too many of them had to endure me quoting Jayne and Steelie like they were friends of mine, not just words on the page. I would like to name these very important, very real people.

I am indebted to my constants since 2004: David, Msindo, and Kimera Koff, Sam Brown, and Suttirat Anne Larlarb. In ways unique to each of them, they propped me up, often literally. Between them all, they read every draft. Yet at every turn, they put the manuscript on a pedestal and illuminated it with the intensity of their conviction, keeping the light shining for as long as it took for me to stand up and reach for it again. Thank you.

For 2005, I thank Isobel Dixon and Deonie Fiford, whose first impressions of Freezing sent me back to the keyboard with the transformative knowledge that what I had written could become a book. I was tremendously lucky to have two experienced people to whom I could entrust my long-held, private dream of becoming a writer of mystery novels.

Early readers of Freezing in 2005 and 2006 were key. In those days, the manuscript was known as Freezing: The Pamphlet but Peter ‘In the shops in time for Christmas!’ Brown and Victoria ‘There’s a scary Portland connection!’ Bodell’s enthusiastic but considered responses remain a touchstone for me to this day. I also thank my grandmother, Geri Koff, for reading everything I had one magical weekend in Santa Barbara. It was her birthday but I was the one who received the gift.

In 2007, George Lucas shared the important rules of crime fiction with me while Amy Uyematsu took me to Little Tokyo so I could meet a real, live writer of crime fiction. I dined out on that combination of education and inspiration for the whole year and thank Naomi Hirahara for encouraging me, both in person and through her mystery series.

If a manuscript could have a pulse, 2008 was the year to call for a really experienced medic to check that Freezing still had one. The manuscript was post-op with an organ transplant that wasn’t quite taking and the surgical scissors might have been left inside. I was living in LA and didn’t have health insurance, so calling a medic was out. Then I had a conversation with Paul Crowther who told me in no uncertain terms, and not for the first time, to stand by my convictions: my book, my characters, my dream. His words were the right ones at the right time; my laptop became a triage unit and Freezing lived to fight another day, which was essential, given what happened next.

I will be forever grateful to Michael Ondaatje for his unquestioning assistance and generosity of spirit in 2009. He changed the future of this book. Conrad Ketterer provided a refuge where I could write myself into that future; thank you for being sure of me and it. And I thank Pat LoBrutto for insisting I consider life, death, and the life to be had after death.

Finally, I am still buoyed and emboldened by my agent Ellen Levine’s original, immediate, unwavering ‘Yes’ in 2009. Thank you for bringing me together with Severn House, of which I’m so proud to be a part. 2010 and 2011 are now inextricably linked with Ellen, Monika Woods and Trident Media Group, along with my publisher Edwin Buckhalter, editor James Buckhalter, and all at ‘Team Severn’, including the visionary Tony Mulliken of Midas PR. Thank you for talking about my characters like they’re real people, thereby letting me finally stand, in fact, through fiction.