“Ned?” Linc asked.
“Incense,” his youngest brother mumbled.
“You brought her
“Incense. She likes that stuff. It was gonna be part of her Christmas gift anyway.”
“Okay…” Linc shook his head rather than ask any further questions. Whatever his brothers chose to bring Mary Jo was up to them.
He turned his key in the ignition, then rested his arm over the back of the seat and angled his head so he could see behind him as he reversed out of the driveway. He’d reached the stop sign at the end of the block before it occurred to him to ask.
“Which way?”
“North,” Mel said.
“Cedar Cove is south,” Ned contradicted.
“For crying out loud.” Linc pulled over to the curb. Leaning across his brother, he opened the glove box and shuffled through a pile of junk until he found the Washington State map he was looking for. Dropping it on Mel’s lap, he said, “Find me Cedar Cove.”
Mel immediately tossed it into the backseat. “Here, Ned. You seem to think you know where it is.”
“It was just a guess,” Ned protested. Nevertheless he started to unfold the map.
“Well, we don’t have time for guessing. Look it up.” Linc put the truck back in gear and drove toward the freeway on-ramp. He assumed Ned would find Cedar Cove before he had to decide which lane to get into—north or south.
He was nearly at the ramp before Ned cried out triumphantly. “Found it!”
“Great. Which way should I go?”
Linc watched his brother through the rearview mirror as he turned the map around.
No answer.
“Which way?” Linc asked impatiently.
“South,” Ned murmured.
“You don’t sound too sure.”
“South,” Ned said again, this time with more conviction.
Linc pulled into the lane that would take him in that direction. “How far is it?” he asked.
Ned stared down at the map again. “A ways.”
“That doesn’t tell me a darn thing. An hour or what?”
“All right, all right, give me a minute.” Ned balanced the map on his knees and studied it intently. After carefully walking his fingers along the edge of the map, Ned had the answer. “I’d say…ninety minutes.”
“Ninety minutes.” Linc hadn’t realized it was that far.
“Maybe longer.”
Linc groaned silently. Traffic was heavy, which was to be expected at noon on Christmas Eve. At the rate they were crawling, it would be hours before they got there, which made their mission that much more urgent.
“Should we confront the Rhodes family first thing?” Mel asked.
“Damn straight. They need to know what he’s done.”
Ned cleared his throat. “Don’t you think we should find Mary Jo first?”
Linc nodded slowly. “Yeah, I suppose we should.”
They rode in silence for several minutes.
“Hey.” Ned leaned forward and thrust his face between the two of them.
“What now?” Linc said, frustrated by the heavy traffic, which was guaranteed to get even worse once they hit Tacoma.
“How did Mary Jo get to Cedar Cove?” Mel asked.
“Good question.” Linc hadn’t stopped to consider her means of transportation. Mary Jo had a driver’s license but didn’t need a vehicle of her own, living in the city as they did. Each of the brothers owned a car and she could borrow any one of them whenever she wanted.
Ned sat back and studied the map again and after a few minutes announced, “Cedar Cove is on the Kitsap Peninsula.”
“So?” Mel muttered sarcastically. The traffic was apparently making him cranky, too.
“So she took the ferry over.”
That explained it. “Which ferry?” Linc asked.
“She probably caught the one from downtown Seattle to Bremerton.”
“Or she might have gotten a ride,” Mel said.
