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Authors: Karin Slaughter

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The sheriff could clearly see the empty seats and floorboards through the windows, but he still opened the door to make sure, taking off his hat, peering inside like he might catch Lena hiding under the center console. He walked around to the back of the car and popped the trunk. Except for Sara’s first-aid kit and a couple of grocery bags to be recycled at the store, it was empty.

Valentine slammed the trunk closed. He told Jeffrey, ‘Guess I’d look like an even bigger jackass if I put out an APB on a fugitive wanted for “failure to show identification.”’

‘That’s a fair assumption.’ The sheriff was already on thin ice with the charges he’d trumped up against Lena. He had to tread carefully now. They both knew that any mistakes he made at this point could end up ruining whatever case he might eventually build against her.

‘Well.’ Valentine glanced around the parking lot. ‘That’s Darla’s Jeep. The red Chevy belongs to the maintenance crew, the Bronco is George’s, and that’s Bitty’s Ranger over in the corner; she’s been here since Thursday when she drove herself in with a pain in her side and it turned out to be appendicitis.’

He had accounted for all the cars in the lot, but Jeffrey had to ask, ‘Where’s your cruiser?’

Valentine laughed, but not out of amusement.

‘Don’s got his best fishing pole in the trunk, so that was his first concern. Both our cars are out back. We’re getting staff downstairs to check their lockers, see if anything is missing. I had somebody go over to Hank’s to see if she shows up there.’ He tossed the key back to Jeffrey. ‘I reckon between your wife wasting my time and you jacking me around in the hallway, she could have up to a twenty-minute head start on me.’

Jeffrey wasn’t going to argue the finer points, such as Valentine pulling some kind of power move by making them all go into the linen closet. ‘At least.’

‘Lemme ask you something. Does it bother you that you just aided an escape?’

His tone had turned nasty in the blink of an eye. Jeffrey pushed away from the car, answering, ‘Not much.’

‘That’s how you old cops work, isn’t it?’ Valentine was obviously furious. ‘Always stick together, no matter what laws you break. Gotta protect the brotherhood, huh?’ His voice got louder with each word. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if you and oP Don hatched this one up together. Pull your dirty tricks to make the new guy look like a fool.’

Jeffrey warned, ‘You wanna be real careful what you say to me, Jake.’

‘I could arrest her,’ Valentine said, gesturing to Sara with an angry wave of his hand. ‘I
should
arrest her.’

He had Jeffrey’s full attention now. ‘We both know that’s not gonna happen.’

‘Yeah? Well, this is.’ Valentine swung his fist -literally. His arm flew out roundhouse style instead of punching straight from his shoulder. This gave

Jeffrey plenty of time to block the hit and slam his fist into the other man’s gut. A whoosh of air came from Valentine’s mouth as he doubled over. He would’ve fallen to his knees if Jeffrey hadn’t caught him.

‘God,’ the sheriff groaned, clutching his stomach. ‘Jesus…’

Sara stood from the bench. Jeffrey shook his head, telling her to stay put. He told Valentine, ‘Stand up straight.’

Valentine struggled, his knees not working.

Jeffrey pulled him up by his collar until the other man was looking at him. ‘Just breathe,’ he said, feeling like he was talking to a child. ‘It’ll pass.’

‘Let go of me.’ Valentine pushed Jeffrey away, but he still sagged against the car for support. ‘Goddamn, you’re stronger than you look.’

Jeffrey held out his hand to Sara, letting her know it was okay. ‘Where’d you learn to swing like that?’

‘I grew up with four older sisters,’ he managed. Which explained why he hit like a girl. ‘Dammit. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have hit you.’

Jeffrey didn’t point out that the man hadn’t actually managed to hit him. He changed his position to stand between Valentine and Sara, telling the man, ‘Listen real careful, Jake. I already warned you once. You ever threaten with my wife again and I will beat you into the ground. We clear on that?’

Valentine coughed, then nodded.

‘Can you stand up?’

‘I think so.’

Jeffrey waited for him to move away from the car.

‘I’m sorry,’ Valentine told him. ‘I’ve got a short fuse.’

‘No shit.’

The sheriff asked, ‘You gonna tell me if she contacts you?’

Jeffrey was caught short by the question, which would explain the truthful answer he gave. ‘I don’t know.’

Valentine stared at him, then nodded again. ‘Thanks for being honest.’

Jeffrey watched Valentine stumble toward the front doors. The glass slid open and he went inside. Sara was still standing by the bench, and Jeffrey motioned her over.

‘What was that about?’ she asked.

‘I’ll explain later. Let’s get out of here.’

He made to open her door, but she said, ‘I’ve got it,’ and climbed in.

Jeffrey was walking around to the driver’s side when a white sedan sped through the parking lot and screeched to a halt in the empty space next to him. Seconds later, a burly, bald man got out of the car. He was wearing a flannel shirt with the sleeves ripped off and a pair of jeans that looked splattered with oil. A heavy metal chain went from the front of his pants to his back. On his left hip was one of the largest hunting knives Jeffrey had ever seen.

While Jeffrey watched, the man took out the knife and placed it on the car seat, obviously knowing he wasn’t allowed to bring the weapon into the hospital. Not that he looked as if he needed the weapon. If Jeffrey had to guess, he would say the guy weighed well over two hundred fifty pounds and that most of that was muscle.

The sedan shook when he slammed the door.

Deep scratches cut across his face as if he’d gotten into a fight with a tiger and lost. He stared at Jeffrey, challenging, ‘What the fuck you lookin’ at?’

Jeffrey pushed back his jacket, put his hand on his hip. His gun was tucked under the front seat of Sara’s car, but the con didn’t know that. ‘Don’t make this a problem.’

‘Fuck you with your fucking problem,’ the man barked, heading toward the ER.

Through the glass doors, Jeffrey saw Jake Valentine leaning over the desk, talking to the receptionist. They both looked up when the man entered the waiting room. Valentine glanced at Jeffrey, but the sheriff was too far away to read his expression. He said something to the thug, holding out his hand, palm down, as if to calm him. Words were exchanged, then the man turned around and stalked back out. As he passed Jeffrey, he muttered, ‘Cocksucker,’ but Jeffrey wasn’t sure who was being insulted.

Valentine came out of the hospital as the white car backed up, jumped the curb, and sped off.

Jeffrey glanced into the car, checking on Sara. He asked Valentine, ‘Friend of yours?’

‘Local drug dealer who wanted to see one of his boys,’ Valentine explained. I told him to come back during visiting hours.’

Jeffrey gave him a close look, wondering if the man was lying. The exchange had looked a bit more heated than a denied visiting request, but then again the knife-carrying thug didn’t strike Jeffrey as someone who liked to be told no.

‘Here,’ Jeffrey said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a couple of business cards. He wrote something on the back of the top card, then

thumbed to the next one to give to the sheriff. ‘My cell number is on the bottom. Call me if you find my detective.’

Valentine gave the card a wary glance before taking it.

Jeffrey pocketed the rest of the cards. He got into the BMW and pulled out of the parking lot. Neither he nor Sara had much to say as he followed the route they had taken into town. Valentine was wrong about the twenty-minute lead. Jeffrey figured Lena had fifteen, tops. He asked the questions that the sheriff was probably asking himself right now: Where would Lena go? Who could she turn to?

Him. Lena had always come to Jeffrey when she had a problem, whether she needed something as small as a ride into work or as big as taking care of her asshole white supremacist boyfriend. This time was different, though. This time she had gone too far. Valentine was right about one thing: on purpose or not, Sara had aided Lena ‘s escape. Lena was a cop; she knew the law better than most lawyers. She’d known exactly what she was dropping Sara into and she hadn’t cared.

In the quiet of the car, Sara asked, ‘What now?’

‘We go back home.’ He could feel her looking at him, trying to figure out if he was serious. ‘I mean it, Sara. This is it.’

‘You’re just going to leave Lena down here to rot?’

‘After what she said to you? What she
did
to you?’ He shook his head, his mind made up. ‘It’s over. I don’t care what happens to her.’

‘Did you see her reaction when we walked into that room?’

‘I heard what she said.’ He felt his anger spark back up at the memory. ‘There’s no choice here, Sara. She used you. I’m not going to help her.’

‘I’ve never seen her so afraid. She’s usually completely in control of herself.’

He snorted at the idea. ‘Maybe with you.’

‘You’re right. She never shows me her weak side. It’s always this act, this posturing about how tough and invincible she is.’ Sara insisted, ‘That wasn’t an act back there, Jeffrey. Maybe later, but when she saw us in her room, she was absolutely terrified.’

‘Then why not talk to me? Or at least to you? She had you alone. She knew you weren’t going to run off and tell the sheriff anything. Why didn’t she confide in you?’

‘Because she’s scared.’

‘Then she should’ve just shut up and left you out of it.’

Sara spoke carefully. I appreciate that you’re taking up for me, but just think about it for a minute: Lena knew that if she hurt me, you would do exactly what you’re doing right now. She didn’t want
me
to leave town, Jeffrey. She wanted
you
to.’

Jeffrey gripped the steering wheel, not wanting to admit that Sara could be right. ‘Since when did you start taking up for Lena Adams?’

‘Since…’ Sara’s voice trailed off. ‘Since I saw her scared enough to risk everything in order to get you away from this town.’

He saw the scene again, the way Lena had reacted. Sara was right: Lena wasn’t faking her fear. She hadn’t looked Jeffrey in the eye because she knew that he was probably the only person in the world who knew when she was lying.

Sara said, ‘I’ve seen her in a lot of bad situations, but I’ve never seen her terrified like that.’

Jeffrey let her words hang between them as over and over, he replayed Lena ‘s response in his mind, trying to figure out what it had to do with the dead body in the torched Cadillac.

Sara told him, ‘She said that I should be afraid.’

‘Did she say why?’

‘She went into this pity thing about how everything she touches turns to crap. I thought she was feeling sorry for herself, but now I think she realized what she was doing wasn’t working, so she decided to try something else.’ Sara shook her head. ‘She’s terrified, Jeffrey – so terrified that she’s willing to cut you out of her life if she has to. You’re the only constant she’s ever had. What’s so horrible that she’s willing to lose you?’

‘Did you ever think maybe she’s right?’ he responded, not wanting to answer her question. ‘Maybe it’s a good idea that I don’t get involved.’

She gave something like a laugh. ‘You’re not going to leave this alone.’

‘You sound pretty sure about that.’

‘Seven-eight-zero, A-B-N.’ She paused, as if she expected an answer. ‘Isn’t that what you wrote on the back of the card – the license plate number from the white car?’

Jeffrey took out the card, checked the number on the back. 780 ABN. As usual, Sara had perfect recall. He glanced at his wife. She was staring out the window, keeping her thoughts to herself. He knew that she was no longer regretting the fact that she’d come to the hospital with him. She was regretting that
he
was there, that Lena had yet again managed to pull Jeffrey into something dangerous.

Sara was a cop’s wife, and she had absorbed a cop’s mistrust of coincidence. The thug in the white sedan had shown up less than thirty minutes after Lena ‘s escape. Even from where she sat in the BMW, the tattoo on the man’s arm must have stood out to Sara like a neon sign.

It’s hard not to notice a blood-red, four-inch swastika.

TUESDAY MORNING
FOUR

Sara paced around the motel room with the phone tucked up against her ear, the cord limiting her movement like a leash on a dog. Both Sara and Jeffrey had been relieved when they had seen the ‘vacancy’ sign outside the Home Sweet Home Motel as they drove out of Reece last night, but Sara had regretted their decision to stay the moment Jeffrey had opened the door. The place was almost from a parallel universe, the kind of dump that Sara thought only existed in B movies and Raymond Chandler novels. Just thinking about the dank shag carpet in the bathroom was enough to bring a shudder of revulsion. Making matters worse, neither Jeffrey’s nor Sara’s cell phone could get a signal in the motel. Sara had used all the alcohol swabs she could find in the first-aid kit from her car before she could even think about using the phone.

‘What did you say?’ her mother asked. She was somewhere in Kansas. Her parents were only two weeks into their road trip and already Sara could tell that Cathy was desperate to return home.

‘I said that Daddy’s not that bad,’ Sara answered, thinking it was a rare day indeed that she felt compelled to defend her father. Cathy and Eddie Linton had been married for over forty years, yet Sara had guessed from the beginning that their dream vacation together was a big mistake. The fact was, her parents did not spend much time in each other’s company, let alone stuck in a confined space. Her father was always at work or fooling around in the garage, while her mother usually had some meeting to attend, a rally to organize, or a church group that took her away from home for hours on end. Their independence was the secret to their happy marriage. The thought of them both trapped in the thirty-seven-foot Winnebago they had purchased for their two-month-long trek across America was enough to give Sara a headache.

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