“I thought you said you were the one in oil.”
“We both—”
“Skip the foo foo,” said the detective. “Tell me facts. Just the facts. Three sentences. Go.”
I was already a mile through the canyon, by my reckoning. The clock was spinning unforgivingly in my head. My imaginary detective had no patience. So I got to the point.
“Once upon a time this really awesome chick with a sharp wit and tendency to say exactly what she thinks met a man named Aaron Cooper, who made her heart glow. Like E.T.’s finger would glow. We both had…have…a love of the great outdoors. I was doing geological survey work for oil drilling and he was doing legal work out in the field. We had noble aspirations to help make the world a better…”
“Ma’am.”
“Sorry. The point is that soon I became a full-time mom. And my husband got promoted at Drake Oil. And I never thought I’d be up against murderers.” I started to lose my train of thought. “What could my husband mean about trust?”
“What?” said the detective.
“Trust. Who I’d trust. What did he mean?”
More important than answers is keeping my family safe. The only assurance of that was to keep the wolves as far away from the front yard as possible.
“You can trust whoever earns it,” said the detective.
As badly as I wanted to go back to Sierra and Aaron, interrogate him about what he’d meant by his cryptic warnings, I decided to steer my enemies in the other direction. If I’d identified the voices correctly, there had to be at least one left. And if he, or they, were following me, tracking me, listening to me, then I was now devoted to keeping them up north.
I turned immediately to march in that direction. I didn’t walk to stay hidden. I walked to move fast. Find the highway. Find the cop. I guessed that it would be three miles, but took shortcuts wherever the topography would allow it. Cutting across the rock face. Occasionally jogging. And with that determination I wound up all the way on the north rim of the canyon.
Daylight was waning. Ugly things were happening all around me and I was pretending I was fine with that. I was pretending I could chitchat with imaginary cops and that I hadn’t killed two people. Most of all, I was pretending I wasn’t terrified out of my mind. The truth was if I let reality hit me, I would crumple.
So I had to lie to myself, had to think that I could make things work out. When darkness had undeniably fallen, I found some scrub that I could sleep in that would hide me well enough. It wouldn’t hide me from the cold, but I was less worried about the cold than the bullets. I was worried about Aaron and Sierra, of course, but I had to assume they were safe in the cave. I didn’t think there was any way that I would sleep—but the events of the day had taken their toll, and I was soon dreaming of food and water and big koala hugs.
Chapter 14
After some amount of time I awoke. Maybe it had all been a dream! But no, here I was in a maze of tall, slender rock formations, short coffee-less minutes after waking. It was dangerous to be up here, a treacherous jungle gym of limestone, but it was worth it. I’d found a vantage point to finally behold: the Grail.
Up ahead in the distance was Highway 89, strewn gloriously across the desert like an umbilical cord to salvation.
I’d never been so happy to see concrete. Cars zipped by in the distance—happy families on their happy ways. It was a giddy feeling of hope I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. It was intoxicating, mental bliss. And it was precisely what got me in trouble.
There were voices around me. Men. Nearby. I hadn’t noticed until it was too late. Two men. Getting louder. Getting closer. Even from my vantage point, I couldn’t see where they were but I could hear one shouting directions to the other. And I soon caught his name.
“Clay! Down this way?”
“No, go uphill from where you are,” shouted Clay. “Can’t you see the one stack that’s in shadow?”
Clay was the man in charge. They must’ve gotten lost, or separated.
“Where?” shouted the guy who wasn’t Clay. “I can’t see it.”
They were practically on top of me. There’d be no turning around without getting caught. Thankfully, they couldn’t see each other or me, although I did manage to catch a glimpse of Clay. He was clean-cut, corporate, athletic, matching the smart rasp in his voice. Seemingly not a mercenary like the first two I’d met…but still paralyzed me with fear.
They had guns. And I didn’t.
But they didn’t know I didn’t.
I had an opportunity, albeit a scary one. I took a deep breath. I needed my voice to reverberate throughout the cathedral of rocks and throughout their souls. I would need those men to tremble. I would need them to believe I was pointing a rifle at them.
So I cleared my throat, steeled my voice, and bellowed my opening gambit. “Move and I’ll kill you.”
Chapter 15
They both stopped talking. After an eternity I heard some quick, quiet scrambling. Then total silence.
My heart was pounding so loud I was sure they would echo-locate me by its beat. I couldn’t see Clay, but I knew he was across the rock colony, about thirty feet away from me. Eventually I could hear him again. He was quietly guiding his partner around the maze with shrill whispers.
All three of us were now blindly situated in a deadly game of Marco Polo.
I kept track of their chatter and managed to intercept some of his hushed commands, thereby piecing together my own plan of attack: how to move, where to move, when to move. I had the upper hand. From my hidden perch, I would give them enough phony clues to convince them I was watching the whole time.
