“Why not?”
“She’s not an FBI agent. She used to be, but Kalyn lost her sister to Javier Estrada, just like we lost Mom.”
“So she lied to us?”
“Yeah.”
“But you aren’t mad?”
“Kalyn just wanted to find out what happened to her sister.”
“So what happened to Mom?”
“We still don’t know, just that Javier took her. But he isn’t the one who killed her.”
“Who did?”
“I don’t know yet.”
“What happened to Javier?”
“He got away.”
“Are we going home tomorrow?”
“No, I think we’re going to try to find out where Mom went. Would that be okay with you?”
“I don’t know. I just wanna go home.”
“Me, too, but I’m not sure I can walk away from a chance to know what happened.” He swelled with homesickness for their farmhouse in Colorado, wished he had Rachael’s sweatshirt with him now. He still slept with it on the hard nights.
“Sing to me like you used to, Dad.”
She squeezed his hand.
Two verses of “Sweet Baby James” put them both back to sleep.
A light in the hallway roused Will from sleep. His watch read 4:38 A.M., and there was a woman walking toward him. He thought,
They reached each other at the entrance to the hallway.
“What do you think?” the woman asked. She’d dyed and curled her hair.
“Why’d you do that?”
“So I’d look like the missing women.”
On close inspection, Will saw that Kalyn had used dark eyeliner and makeup to bring out her eyes. Colored contacts had turned them a brown so deep, it bordered on black. Excepting her height and the shape of her lips, she could have passed for Rachael.
“For a minute, I thought you were her. That I was dreaming.”
“You dream about her often?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, the worst are when I dream all the bad stuff didn’t happen. Or that it was just a nightmare, and I wake up looking for Rachael in bed.”
Kalyn touched his arm. “Sorry I blindsided you yesterday. I was afraid you wouldn’t help me if I just told you what I was planning to do.”
“I probably wouldn’t have.”
“If you want to walk away from this,” she said, “I’ll drive you back to Colorado.”
“Tempting, but I need to know what happened to Rachael.”
“I’m glad.”
“One caveat. Devlin doesn’t go anywhere near a dangerous situation. That’s top priority.” Will looked Kalyn up and down as it hit him again what this thirtysomething woman had pulled off, what she was capable of. “Javier was right about one thing,” he said.
“What’s that?”
“You are very good.”
Kalyn let slip a little smile, and he missed her blushing in the semidark.
“So tell me,” Will said, “how are we going to do this?”
TWENTY-THREE
They rented a new Land Rover from the airport, black, with a tan leather interior. Kalyn drove, Will in back, Devlin asleep against the door in front.
In the early morning, in a brown cactus-ridden neighborhood in Sun City, Kalyn pulled over to the curb.
“What are we stopping for?” Will asked.
“I have to get some things from this private investigator. He’s a friend. One of the last I’ve got.” She got out, and Will watched her walk up the driveway to the small adobe house.
A minivan passed by. Then another—people on their way to church or weekend jobs, morning coffee steaming up from the mugs in their laps.
Will envied them.
By midday, they were passing through the extravagant wastelands of Las Vegas. Then it was I-15, north through Utah, Kalyn and Will taking turns behind the wheel, even letting Devlin drive for a stretch. They made a forty-minute stop at a rest area near Zion National Park for Devlin’s CPT, and played car games through the late afternoon—Punch Bug and I Spy.
They reached Salt Lake a little after 9:00 P.M. on Sunday night, road-weary, landscape-numb, tired, and hungry.
Rented a pair of rooms at a Super 8 and wandered over to the Denny’s across from the string of cheap motels along the interstate.
Burgers, fries, bad salads, Mormons.
Ate at the counter, talked out, worthless, Will thinking,
Kalyn broke his daze. “It’s a little disconcerting we haven’t heard from Jav.”
“I know. What if we don’t before tomorrow night?”
“Things might get interesting.”
Will woke in the motel, the TV still on, barely dawn outside, and the interstate noise roaring through the thin walls. Devlin sat up in the other bed, and the first thing out of her mouth was, “Are we crazy for doing this, Dad?”
“Probably.”
The call came during breakfast the next morning at a diner in Brigham City—a strong buzz emanating from Kalyn’s purse.
She pulled out the BlackBerry and they all watched it vibrate across the table.
“What’s the name on the caller ID?” Will asked.
“Just a number. Phoenix area code.”
“Gonna answer it?”
“Yeah, I’ll put it on speaker.”
Kalyn pressed TALK. “Who’s this?”
A few seconds of silence elapsed, followed by a sigh. “You know who this is.”
Devlin mouthed “That’s him?”
Will nodded.
“Javier,” Kalyn said, smiling. “I was beginning to wonder if you were going to call. That was a nifty little move you pulled Saturday. What’d I miss? Handcuff key in your back pocket?”
