it anymore, she told me. She wanted to die. She was in such discomfort, well, you know.'
I nodded.
'I loved your mother. I think you know that.'
'I do,' I said.
'I couldn't stand just sitting there doing nothing. So I broke my promise to your brother. Before she died, I wanted her to know the truth. She deserved that. I wanted her to know that her son was alive and that he loved her and that he hadn't hurt anybody.'
'You told her about Ken?'
'Yes. But even in her haze, she was skeptical. She needed proof, I think.'
I froze and turned to her. I saw it now. What had started it all. The visit to the bedroom after the funeral. The picture hidden behind the frame. 'So you gave my mother that photograph of Ken.'
Nora nodded.
'She never saw him. Just the photograph.'
'That's right.'
Which explained why we never knew about it. 'But you told her he was coming back.'
'Yes.'
'Were you lying?'
She thought about that. 'Maybe I was engaging in hyperbole, but no, I don't think it was an outright lie. You see, Sheila contacted me when they captured him. Ken had always been very careful. He had all sorts of provisions set up for Sheila and Carly. So when they caught him, Sheila and Carly ran off. The police never knew about them. Sheila stayed overseas until Ken thought it was safe. Then she sneaked back in.'
'And she called you when she arrived?'
'Yes.'
It was all adding up. 'From a pay phone in New Mexico.'
'Yes.'
That would be the first call Pistillo was talking about the one from New Mexico to my apartment. 'So then what happened?'
'It all started going wrong,' she said. 'I got a call from Ken. He was in a frenzy. Someone had found them. He and Carly had been out of the house when two men broke in. They tortured Sheila to find out where he'd gone. Ken came home during the attack. He shot them both. But Sheila was seriously wounded. He called and told me that I had to run now. The police would find Sheila's fingerprints. McGuane and his people would also learn that Sheila Rogers had been with him.'
'They'd all be looking for Sheila,' I said.
'Yes.'
'And that was you now. So you had to disappear.'
'I wanted to tell you, but Ken was insistent. If you didn't know anything, you'd be safer. And then he reminded me that there was Carly to consider. These people tortured and killed her mother. I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to Carly.'
'How old is Carly?'
'She'd be close to twelve by now.'
'So she was born before Ken ran away.'
'I think she was six months old.'
Another sore point. Ken had a child and never told me about her. I asked, 'Why did he keep her a secret?'
'I don't know.'
So far, I had been able to follow the logic, but I could not see how Carly fit into this. I mulled it over. Six months before he vanished. What had been going on in his life? It was right about the time the FBI had flipped him. Could it be connected to that? Was Ken afraid that his actions might put his infant daughter in danger? That made sense, I guess.
No, I was missing something.
I was about to ask a follow-up question, try to get more details, when my cell phone chirped. Squares probably. I glanced at the caller ID. Nope, not Squares. But I recognized the number instantly. Katy Miller. I pressed the answer button and put the phone to my ear.
'Katy?'
'Oooo, no, sorry, that's incorrect. Please try again.'
The fear flooded back. Oh Christ. The Ghost. I closed my eyes. 'If you hurt her, so help me '
'Come, come, Will,' the Ghost interrupted. 'Impotent threats are beneath you.'
'What do you want?'
'We need to chat, old boy.'
'Where is she?'
'Who? Oh, you mean Katy? Why, she's right here.'
'I want to talk to her.'
'You don't believe me, Will? I'm wounded.'
'I want to talk to her,' I repeated.
'You want proof she's alive?'
'Something like that.'
'How about this?' the Ghost began in his silkiest hush. 'I can make her scream for you. Would that help?'
I closed my eyes again.
'Can't hear you, Will.'
'No.'
'You sure? It would be no problem. One piercing, nerve-shredding scream. What do you say?'
'Please don't hurt her,' I said. 'She has nothing to do with this.'
'Where are you?'
'I'm on Park Avenue South.'
'Be more specific.'
I gave him a location two blocks away.
'I'll have a car there in five minutes. Get in it. Do you understand?'
'Yes.'
'And, Will?'
'What?'
'Don't call anyone. Don't tell anyone. Katy Miller has a sore neck from a previous encounter. I can't tell you how tempting it would be to test it out.' He stopped and whispered. 'Still with me, old neighbor?'
'Yes.'
'Hang tight then. This will all be over soon.'
Fifty-Three.
Claudia Fisher burst into the office of Joseph Pistillo.
Pistillo lifted his head. 'What?'
'Raymond Cromwell didn't report in.'
Cromwell was the undercover agent they'd assigned to Joshua Ford, Ken Klein's attorney. 'I thought he was wired.'
'They had an appointment at McGuane's. He couldn't wear a wire in there.'
'And nobody's seen him since that appointment?'
Fisher nodded. 'Same with Ford. Both are missing.'
'Jesus Christ.'
'So what do you want to do?'
Pistillo was already up and moving. 'Get every available agent. We're raiding McGuane's office now.'
To leave Nora alone like that I had already gotten used to the name was beyond heart-wrenching, but what choice did I have? The idea that Katy was alone with that sadistic psycho gnawed straight into my marrow. I remembered how it felt to be handcuffed to the bed, helpless while he attacked her. I closed my eyes and wished
