Bad Karma

know it was her.”

Shanghai City was the next town. “What was she wearing?”

“Flannel shirt. Jeans. A cap.”

“You wouldn’t be shitting me, would you?”

“No, man. Why would I do that?”

Daniel was leaving when Willie shouted after him, “Hey, if she’s in some kind of trouble, I had nothing to do with it. You hear me, man?”

Daniel’s cop car wasn’t flashy like Jo’s. In fact, you wouldn’t even know it was a cop car unless you were close enough to read the lettering on the driver’s door. But with an eight-cylinder 350 under the hood, it could really cover ground.

There was only one business in Shanghai City and that was a gas station. Inside the station, Daniel found a bored kid behind the counter.

“Have you seen a woman around here in the last hour or two?” Daniel asked.

The kid shrugged. “I dunno.”

“She’s about-” Daniel thought a moment and held up one hand. “About this tall.” He almost said long red hair, but then he remembered the hair he’d found in the motel bathroom. “Red hair.”

“Don’t think so.”

Daniel sighed and reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulled out his billfold, and flashed his badge. That got the kid’s attention. Under normal conditions, Daniel never took out his badge. It was just something he didn’t like to do. Too dramatic.

“There was a lady here,” the kid said. “She wanted a lift to the airport in St. Louis. My friends gave her a ride.”

“What are they driving?”

The kid gave him a description of the vehicle.

“When’d they leave?

“I don’t know.” The kid thought. “Half hour ago maybe?”

Daniel moved toward the door. The kid came around the counter, following him. “My friends didn’t do nothing,” he said, talking fast, staying a few steps behind Daniel. “They just gave her a ride. What’d she do? Escape from jail?”

Daniel thought about her room at The Palms. “Something like that.”

“Wow.”

The kid was impressed. And it was hard to impress kids nowadays.

Daniel caught up with them about an hour outside of St. Louis.

There weren’t many El Caminos on the road anymore, so when he spotted the ugly maroon truck/car combination, he figured it had to be them.

He ran a license plate check and discovered the owner was a seventeen-year-old male named Chad Donald. He had a couple of speeding tickets, nothing more. Daniel dropped back and almost lost them when, without warning, they suddenly cut across a lane of traffic and exited.

Daniel managed to exit, keeping his distance as he tailed them into a service center. As he watched, they pulled up to an island for gas. Still keeping his distance, Daniel coasted into the truck and trailer area, parked, and waited.

One of the kids jumped out and began pumping gas. The other two occupants went inside.

Daniel slipped from the car and walked in the direction of the convenience store. Inside, he gave the place a quick once-over, his gaze tracking down the food aisle, past glass refrigerators, to a hallway with a plastic restrooms sign. He ducked under the sign. Without hesitation, he opened the door to the women’s restroom and went inside.

There was only one occupant. A woman, wearing a tight black skirt. A woman with a rose tattoo on her ankle.

With her back to him, she turned off the water, then slowly lifted her head. In the mirror he saw that she had dark stuff around her eyes, and her lips were very red. Those eyes grew wider. The red mouth dropped open.

He smiled. He just couldn’t help it. “Howdy, Cleopatra.”

Chapter Seven

“Let me guess. Queen of Scams, right?” Daniel said, speaking to her reflection.

Cleo slowly straightened.

“Nice look for you, Cleopatra.”

She watched in the mirror as he stepped closer. “My name is Cleo.” Afraid he was going to grab her and slap her into a pair of cuffs, she swung around to face him.

“Tired of me already?” he asked. He didn’t look angry. No, he looked slightly amused-and oh so smug, as if he’d known all along that she would run out on them, as if she’d just confirmed every bad thing he thought about her. Until now his opinion had been based on nothing more than speculation.

“Are you here to give me your blessing?” she finally managed to ask, thankful that her voice didn’t betray her unease. “Since you wanted me out of Egypt all along.”

He stood there watching her. Then he let out a gust of air, looking at her as if she were some damsel in distress who’d just asked him to change her flat tire on a hot day.

“Oh, I want you out of town all right,” he said conversationally. “But I don’t want you to publicly humiliate Jo in the process. That’s not part of the package. No, you’re coming back to Egypt to read your tealeaves or whatever bogus crap you do. Then you can be on your way.”

“You know as well as I do that Jo lost the key and won’t admit it,” Cleo said, playing for time, her mind racing. “Why should I go back and pretend to be looking for something I’ll never find? They need to see what’s in front of their eyes and get the damn locks replaced.”

“What about your dog?”

Why did he have to bring up Premonition? She didn’t want to think about Premonition. Should she try to explain? No, it would be too difficult, and he would never believe her. Let him think she was hard. And I am hard. I am unfeeling, she thought, trying to convince herself. She had to believe it, otherwise how could she go on? How could she survive?

“You’re everything I thought you’d be and more,” he said.

From anyone else, the line could have been taken as a compliment. From Sinclair, it could never be misconstrued as anything but an insult. He hadn’t mentioned the money. He must not have known that Jo had paid her already. She hoped he didn’t find out. If he did, he’d never believe that she’d planned to pay it back. “Glad I lived up to your expectations,” she said levelly, her rapid heartbeat beginning to slow. “I’d hate to disappoint you.”

He started to say something-a stinging comeback she imagined-when a knock sounded on the outer door. “Hey, you okay in there?” A young man’s voice. “Charisse? You okay?”

Daniel’s eyebrows lifted. “Charisse?”

“It seemed appropriate.”

“Is there anything about you that’s real?”

She thought about that a moment. She didn’t know. She honestly didn’t know.

The door opened and Chad stuck his head inside, surprised to see Daniel. “What’s going on? Is this guy flashing you?” The kid was all flustered, nervous bravado. “I’ve heard about you whackos, hanging out in public restrooms, attacking women.”

Jed showed up behind his friend. They both pushed their way into the room, braver as a team. “Get the hell out of here,” Chad told Daniel.