“See the arroyo up ahead?” Will said.
“Yeah.”
Kalyn braked, the Buick sliding through the dirt. She reversed, then drove on again in a slow, wide circle, the headlights scanning the desert.
Thirty seconds later, they were stopped again at the arroyo’s edge.
“Think he went down in there?” Will asked.
Kalyn pulled her Glock out of the shoulder rig.
“No,” Will said.
“He’s out here. We either get him now or spend the foreseeable future looking over our—”
“Don’t go out there.”
“I’ll be fine.” She shook the Glock. “He doesn’t have one of these.”
She threw open the door, got out.
“Kalyn.”
“He’s not supernatural, Will. Bleeds like you and me. Stay here.”
She slammed the door. With the interior lights on, he couldn’t see Kalyn moving away from the car, only heard her footsteps crunching through the dirt.
Just the headlights now, blazing into the desert, and the last thing he saw before they went dark was a roadrunner streaking between chollas on the far side of the arroyo, a snake twitching in its beak.
TWENTY-ONE
Kalyn was at least a hundred yards out from the car before she realized she’d forgotten the flashlight in the glove compartment. She stopped beside an ancient saguaro, gnarled and rotting to death. With no wind, the silence screamed, though after a moment, she began to discern the subtlest inklings of noise—low bass from a radio blaring out of the campground a mile away, the scraping hiss of dry brush set in motion by a wood rat or a wren.
She scrambled down the twenty-foot embankment and stood on the sandy bottom of the arroyo. It was absolutely quiet, the cooler air having settled here.
She stood for a moment, letting her eyes adjust to the meager starlight. Shapes appeared—boulders, scrubs, ten feet away, the carcass of a coyote—sharp whiff of decay.
There was movement in the sand behind her—crunch of fast footsteps.
A cottontail bounded past.
“You little shit,” she called after it.
She climbed back out of the arroyo. The moon had edged above the Superstitions. The car was up ahead, a black hulk standing in the desert, the chrome glowing as the moonbeams struck it.
She walked around to the driver’s side. As she touched the door handle, a bush shook behind her and she turned, saw Will.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said. “I told you to stay put.”
“I was afraid if he killed you, I’d be a sitting duck for him inside the car.”
She lowered the gun. “Well, you don’t have to worry about it now.”
“You got him?”
“No, he’s gone. Come on, we should go.”
“Just let him walk off—”
“What would you suggest, Will? You wanna stay out here all night, walking around in the dark. ‘Javier? Javier? Where are you?’ ”
“You said he’d warn Jonathan off if we let him go.”
“I know.”
“Well?”
“Well, he’s gonna be concerned with finding his family, first and foremost. That’s our only card, but it’s a good one.”
As Kalyn turned out of Lost Dutchman State Park, Will watched her face—pensive and hard in the glow of the dashboard lights.
“You know, you’ve been lying to me since I met you. ‘Come on down to Phoenix, Will. I’m an FBI agent. We just need you to make an ID. We’re just gonna
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know if I could trust you.”
“Anything else I don’t know? Wanna drop any other bombs while we’re on the subject?”
She glanced over at him, said nothing.
“From here on out, you start treating me like a partner,” Will said. “I wanna know what you’re thinking, what you’re planning. I don’t wanna be surprised again. One more lie, Kalyn, and I’m done with you. Devlin and I will take our chances on the run.”
They rode on in silence, speeding west toward Phoenix now, a massive, distant glow on the horizon, like a city on fire.
Space 151
TWENTY-TWO
They walked into Kalyn’s apartment at 8:30 P.M., and before he touched his daughter, Will scrubbed his hands with soap and hot water at the kitchen sink.
Kalyn went back into her bedroom and closed the door.
Will knelt by Devlin. She was snoring quietly on the couch, and he curled up on the floor beside her, the heat working on him like a sedative.
His eyes closed. Through the thin walls, he heard children playing a video game in the adjacent apartment. A jet roared overhead, shook the floor.
Someone whispered into Will’s ear. He opened his eyes, saw Rachael standing by the couch.
“So this is our little Devi?” she asked.
“Yeah.”
“I can’t believe how perfect she is. Does she ask about me?”
“All the time, honey. All the time.” A strange light shone upon Rachael, like she was backlighted, the fringes of her curly black hair laced with glow.
Will opened his eyes, the apartment silent and dark, his face wet, Rachael gone.
“You awake, Dad?” Devlin whispered.
“Yeah.”
“What time is it?”
He glanced at his watch. “Midnight.”
“Did you see the man who took Mom?”
“Yeah, honey, I did.”
“What happened?”
“A lot happened.”
“Tell me.”
Will reached up, found Devlin’s hand in the dark.
“We questioned him.”
“Did Kalyn arrest him?”
“No.”
