LOGINLore came into the kitchen at 3:38 with her jacket buttoned and nothing in her hands.Adrian sat at the end of the table. The deputy's wrap on his palm had gone brown at the center. Nora sat across from him with Hope asleep on her chest. Rachel stood at the stove with the captain's coffee."Wall phone," Lore said. "The captain says it's fine.""I used it," Nora said. "3:31."Lore waited. Nora slid the pad across the table."A man called Vivian's desk at 3:05. Said you sent him. Asked where I'd be at ten.""I didn't send anyone.""I know. Your taillights were in front of me at 3:05.""My cell was on at 3:05," Lore said.Lore read the number. She took out her notebook, turned back two pages, and held the pad beside it."Same console that held the cars at 1:26.""Whose?" Adrian said."A supervisor position. It takes a login. The log shows nobody." Lore shut the notebook. "Somebody is sitting at it without signing in.""Somebody who knows about ten," Adrian said."Or somebody who was told
"Station Nine," Nora said.Lore had her car door open and an address ready. She stopped. "That's the medic's station.""His patch says it.""I have a place on the east side. Two rooms, one door. A locksmith changed it Friday.""It's on a state list." Nora shifted Hope higher inside her jacket. "Somebody reads that list. The medic goes to Station Nine because his shift ends there. Nobody has to send him."Lore looked at the medic, who was stowing his bag and pretending not to hear. "He'll have to say yes.""We've got a bay and a kitchen," the medic said. "I'll drop him at county and meet you there. The captain won't ask.""I'll put a deputy on the door.""One the sergeant picks.""One the sergeant picks," Lore said.Lore leaned to the sergeant's window. "Station Nine. The wall phone.""I know the number," he said.He picked the wash deputy for the door. His knee was in a brace now, and he still had no radio. Nora asked the deputy one question, who sent him, and he gave her the sergeant
"Statement. That cruiser. Back."Nora looked up from the bumper, where Rachel was wrapping her heel. She nodded once. Hope's head showed at the neck of her jacket.Adrian walked the twenty feet. The sergeant had a clipboard open on the hood. Adrian gave him the quarry, the fire road, the shelf. He signed with his left hand because the right one wouldn't close. It took six minutes. He watched Nora the whole time.The sergeant read the statement back to him. "You say you didn't know the men on the shelf.""I knew one by his shoes. I never saw his face."The sergeant wrote that down too.When he turned around, the deputies were bringing the tall man down the slide, flat on a stretcher, four to carry. His left shoulder sat wrong under the blanket. The medic ran beside him with a hand on his chest."Collarbone, maybe the joint," the medic said. "He needs a hospital, not a county cell.""Rescue truck, then," Lore said. "You drive him. A deputy on his door. One the sergeant picks.""Not one
Three county cars came down the cut with their headlights on and stopped nose to the slab. Nora heard it through the glass. Adrian's back stayed against her window."Hands open," Lore called. "Everybody on this wash. Open. Nobody reaches for anything."Nora zipped Hope under her jacket and pushed the door with her foot. Hope was quiet and full against her ribs. The cap was down again.A heavy man got out of the first car, slow, both hands out from his sides. Gray mustache. Sergeant's stripes on a jacket that was too small."Sergeant," he said. "County. Who's in charge here?""I am." Lore held her badge in the headlights. "Where have you been for an hour and a half?""Riverside. Foot of the drive. The desk called it in at one twenty-six. Contact secured, hold position, wait for the sheriff's word. We held until two-oh-three." He looked at the deputy on the slab. "Then a federal car pulled in behind us. The agent said wash, fire road, go. So we came.""Our man at Riverside called that d
"Don't answer it," Nora said."I won't." Lore held the phone inside her sleeve. "If it goes quiet, they know it's been found. If I answer, they know who found it. Rachel, time.""Two eighteen.""Deputy, I need a bag.""Back seat of the cruiser," the deputy said. "Evidence bags in the pocket behind the seat.""Getting the bag," Adrian said. "Ten steps. Right there.""Go," Nora said.The cruiser's door stood open. Its dome light stayed dark, off on the switch. He found the bags and a first aid kit under them and carried both back with his bad hand held high so it wouldn't drip.Lore dropped the phone in, sealed it, and wrote the time across the strip. It buzzed inside the bag."Two nineteen." She read through the plastic. "'Answer.'"Nobody moved. The bag buzzed again and stopped."Rachel, write both.""Writing.""Nora, Adrian's phone," Rachel said. "It's been on since one thirty-five.""Off," Lore said. "Hold the button until it's black."Nora took it out of her coat with one hand. She
"Open it," Nora shouted up the slide. "It's two oh six. Open it now."Rock threw her voice back at her. The deputy kept his flashlight on the ground between his boots."Lore!""I heard you." The answer came from above the shelf, small and far. "Driver's walking me up. Nobody on this hill touches a phone.""Nobody.""Whatever's in that cab, I carry down. I don't read it up here.""Bring it down," Nora said.A beam crossed the rim and went out. Rachel stood by the slab with both arms locked over her coat. Her hands shook. She hadn't let go of Hope in an hour."Two oh seven," Rachel said."Give her to me."Rachel didn't move. "You said they'd grab whoever held her.""He's gone. Nobody's on the rock.""Nora.""My arms aren't shaking. Yours are."Rachel looked at Adrian. He looked at the ground."It's hers to say," he said.Rachel opened the coat a hand's width. Nora took the weight against her chest, under her own jacket, and zipped it to her chin. Hope was warm. She wasn't warm enough. T







