The last message is only dead air, then static followed by a click. So much for Unknown Caller. For a brief moment I wonder if that could have been Dr. Malik, but the odds are against it. Probably just a wrong number.

No pressure, Michael said. The idea of calling Sean is nothing but pressure. And Dr. Goldman…maybe tomorrow. Right now I need a different kind of help. After checking my orientation to the riverbank-I have about a minute left before my swim-I dial Michael’s number. He answers on the third ring.

“Dr. Wells,” he says, sounding ready for anything from a toddler with a cold to an infant with spinal meningitis. Tears well in my eyes, and for some reason it hits me now that the chief difference between Michael and me is that he treats live patients, while I work with the dead.

“It’s Cat Ferry, Michael.”

“Cat! Are you all right?”

“Yes and no. I’m in trouble, actually.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“I need a ride.”

“A ride? Okay. I’ll come get you. Where are you?”

I close my eyes in relief and worry. “I’m about forty miles south of Natchez by air, but more like seventy by road.”

There’s a pause. Then Michael says, “That’s fine. Just tell me where to go.”

God bless you…“I’m going to be beside Highway One on the west-bank side of the Mississippi River. Somewhere near the Morganza Spillway. Do you know where that is?”

“Yep. I’ve flown down the river several times to Baton Rouge and New Orleans.”

“If you could just start in this direction, I can tell you exactly where I am when you get close.”

“I’m leaving now. Are you safe, Cat? I mean, do we need police or anything?”

“Maybe a first-aid kit. I’m going to talk to the police myself. And there’s no danger for you. I know this is a huge favor to ask, but-”

“Don’t even think about it. I’m on my way.”

I’m less than a quarter mile from the bank now, but the tree is starting to slide left beneath me. The current is sucking us back out toward the center of the river.

“I have to go, Michael. I’ll call you soon. And thank you, thank you.”

“I’m on my way,” he repeats. “Don’t worry about anything.”

I hang up the phone, then replace it in the Ziploc. This time, when I seal the bag, I leave a small opening at one end. Through this hole I blow air into the bag until it’s full, like a balloon. Then I seal it tight. If for some reason I drop it, at least it will stay afloat.

Clenching the Baggie in my teeth like a Saint Bernard, I climb down the ladder of roots until I’m half in the water. Then I push away and start swimming freestyle toward the bank. I do this for about thirty yards, just to get clear of the branches of the tree that saved me, then switch to the breaststroke. I could easily freestyle to the bank in calm water, but the waves are still bad. The breaststroke carries me up and down the waves in a more natural motion, and it’s a good stroke for breathing.

Fifteen minutes of steady swimming bring me within twenty yards of the bank. My wind is still good, but my arms and legs are getting that leaden feeling I used to get during the longer solo races. The bank here is very steep. There’s nothing I can grab to pull me up. In the end, I simply breaststroke along the river’s edge and crawl snakelike onto the muddy slope, digging my fingernails into the earth for purchase.

I lie panting on the bank like a novice marathon runner, but it’s not as bad as it could be. I’ve surfaced from free dives so fatigued that I had to be put on oxygen to maintain consciousness. The rain still lashes my face, but I hardly feel it now. The ground under me seems like the most solid thing in the world, and I don’t want to get up.

My body tenses in fear.

Someone is whistling. The sound dies, then starts again. It’s my cell phone, its ring muted by the Ziploc. Ripping open the bag, I press SEND.

“Hello?”

“Cat? It’s Sean. Where are you?”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. Where are you? Home with Karen?”

Silence. Then: “Actually, I am. I’m calling because you need to know something. Did you get my message about Malik making bail and evading surveillance?”

“Yes.” I’m still thinking about Sean being home with his wife.

“Have you heard anything from Malik?”

“No.”

“The FBI knows you tried to call him.”

“So?”

“So, are you out of your mind? It doesn’t look good.”

“I don’t care.”

“Do you care about staying alive?”

“Strangely enough, I do. I just found that out beyond any doubt.”

“What do you mean?”

I’m laughing softly. “Somebody just tried to kill me.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t have anything to do with Malik.”

“How do you know that?”

“It happened on the island. My family’s island in the river. This is about something else. I’m not sure what, but it’s not the murders in New Orleans.”

“Where are you right now?”

“Lying on a riverbank with a hole in my leg and rain falling in my face. I don’t have any clothes or shoes. And I feel a hell of a lot better than I did this morning.”

“Cat…that sounds like your manic voice. Are you taking your meds?”

“I have to go, Sean. Don’t worry about me.”

“Cat, don’t do this. The FBI wants to talk to you. Kaiser wants to talk to you.”

“Tell Kaiser I’ll call him tomorrow. And, Sean?”

“Yeah?”

“You know how we used to wonder about some of the things I wanted you to do to me? Sexually, I mean?”

His voice goes quiet. “Yeah.”

“I just found out that my father abused me. So don’t worry about any of that stuff. It had nothing to do with you. Same with the other stuff I did. The one-night things. I think all that stuff is from what happened to me when I was a kid.”

“Cat, you don’t sound good. Let me…”

“What? Can you leave home now? Can you come get me right now?”

“I may be able to, yeah.”

“I’m an hour away from you. Maybe more.”

Silence. “I can send somebody.”

One more knife in the stomach. “Don’t worry about it, Sean. Take care of your wife and kids. Good-bye.”

“Cat-”

I hang up before he can finish. He can’t help me now. He never really could.

Rolling onto my stomach, I lay my palms flat on the ground and push myself to my feet. The glow of the highway looks about a mile away.

I start walking.

Chapter 31

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