LOGINTwo o'clock came and the phone on the slab stayed dark.Nora held out Adrian's phone. "Hold it. Loud.""Okay."He took it in his left hand and turned the speaker up. His right hand he kept on his thigh."Two oh one," Rachel said.The phone lit. Vivian's voice came out small and fast. "He's on the drive. Lights off. He's getting out.""Say everything," Nora said. "Out loud.""Porch door's open. Glass on the floor inside. There's a chair on its side. Nobody on the porch."The phone on the slab lit. The deputy was bent over it before anyone told him to. "It says, 'Out.'""That's him," the cuffed man said. "He's gone out the back."The boss said nothing. He sat on the flat rock with his hands on his knees, and he was looking up the slide again."He's in the kitchen," Vivian said. "A man on the floor behind the island. Awake. Hurt, not bad. Back door's open and there are two sets of boots across the yard to the east tree line. The room with the crib is empty. Window shut.""Ask him what he
Lore's voice came down the slide, thin and clear. "Say why!""So the man down here can hear you do it!"Nothing came back. Rachel breathed in twice. Nora felt the heel in her sock, wet and warm, and kept her weight on the other foot."Driver!" Lore called. "The lanyard!"A boy's voice answered, too far off to make out. Then Lore again. "It's the truck's, not yours. Give it here."A small snap of plastic carried down the rock. Then metal on metal."I have it!"The thin man's voice came down after it, hoarse and angry. "Tell her to give it back.""Sit," Lore said. "Hands where I can see them.""Hold it!" Nora called. "Don't use it!""Understood!"The boss breathed out through his nose.The boss put both hands on his knees and pushed. He was on his feet before the deputy's pistol came up."Put that back on him," the boss said. "It isn't hers to take.""She's only holding it," Nora said. "That's all.""Put it back.""No," Nora said."Sir, sit down," the deputy said.He didn't sit. He didn
Nora pressed mute and laid the cuffed man's phone on the slab. The call timer read 5:41."One fifty-two," Rachel said. She had Hope inside her coat and the watch turned out on her wrist."Rachel. What do I call the man on your kitchen floor?""The contact.""For three weeks?""He never gave a name. Diana's office gave me a number and said he'd be there." Rachel shifted her arms. "I never asked."Nora looked at Adrian."I called him sir," Adrian said. "He didn't correct me.""Then I can't pay it." Nora said it to the slab."You can," the boss said.He hadn't moved from the flat rock. His hands were on his knees and his face stayed past the edge of the deputy's light."Why does it have to be me?" Nora said. "Your man's in my kitchen. He can read it off a wallet.""He could.""Then why?""A name he takes is a name he took." The boss tipped his head toward the deputy. "A name you give is yours. Said here, with a deputy listening.""I'm not writing anything down," the deputy said."You don
The wash man's phone buzzed in the deputy's pocket."Read it," Nora said.The deputy dug it out left-handed. The pistol stayed on his knee. "'She keeps calling the other phone. Does she want to talk?'"Nobody answered. Water ticked somewhere under the slab."He's asking you," the boss said. He hadn't left the flat rock. "I'd say yes.""I'm sure you would.""Better you than the man behind the island."Adrian stepped up beside her. The sleeve around his palm had bled through. "Not alone," he said."Beside me. Not in front.""Okay."Nora turned to the deputy. "Call that number back. Speaker."He thumbed the screen. On the ground the cuffed man shut his eyes. It rang once."Ms. Bishop." The voice was flat, a man near the end of a shift. "Took you four tries.""Is the man in my kitchen alive?""He's sitting up. Split lip.""Put him on.""Where's your daughter?""Put him on.""I asked first.""So did I."A chair scraped. Breathing came close to the phone, slow and wet. Four seconds went by.
Nora's thumb went to redial again."Don't," Adrian said. "If he's alive, it lights up on his chest."Her thumb stopped. Blood had soaked through her sock at the heel and darkened the wet slab under her foot."Then what do I do?" she said.Nobody answered. Rachel's watch said 1:42."Not the county desk," Adrian said. "Not Lore's office.""I know." Nora looked at the phone in her hand. "Who's left?""Vivian's got a man at her door. Diana's bureau. Same office as the man in your kitchen. They'll notice when he goes quiet.""They're not on Lore's list." She nodded once. "I'm texting Vivian. Thirty seconds."She tilted the screen so he could read while she typed. Riverside. Two men inside. Protection man is down. Call Diana's bureau. Not Lore. Not county."Send it," Adrian said.She sent it."Who's that to?" the boss said. He hadn't moved from his rock. His hands were still on his knees."You asked one question," Nora said. "I answered it.""Twice. I counted."The phone buzzed in her palm.
A boot came down on glass, loud in the phone. Nora pushed the volume key until the kitchen was a hiss."I'm not talking into this," she said. "My voice would play out of his chest.""Louder," the boss said."No."He stayed on his rock, hands on his knees. He didn't ask again.Her split heel had soaked the sock through. She stood on the other foot, pressed the phone to her ear, and said what she heard, flat and in order. "One man. Inside. Boots on tile."Adrian had a hand on Rachel's coat, over Hope's back. The wrap on his palm had bled through again. "Is he looking?""Walking. He's at the counter.""One thirty-eight," Rachel said.A refrigerator hummed in the kitchen, the one steady sound on the line. Under it, cloth moved. A breath was held too long. Then a whisper came, so low the speaker barely made it."Not quiet."Nora's hand closed on the phone."What?" Adrian said."His word. Quiet means fine." She kept her eyes off the boss. "He said the other one.""Can you tell him anything?







