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“I wish their friends were imaginary. Angie’s dating a kid who has so many body piercings he looks like a fucking pincushion.” He rolled his shoulders, stretched his neck as if reminded of a tension in his muscles. Grace noticed his eyes, though, were still taking everything in. For a brief moment she wondered how a daughter of Pakula’s thought she could get anything by him. And just when she thought his mind had wandered back to the crime scene, he said, “Why the hell would anybody wanna put a hole in his tongue? Wouldn’t that kill your taste buds?”
“It’s supposed to enhance your sex life.”
This time he looked at Grace as if this warranted his full attention. They didn’t usually talk about personal stuff, let alone sex. Whatever they knew about each other’s family and personal life came in short sound bites and offhanded remarks.
“Thanks a lot,” Pakula finally said, but there was no hint of gratitude in his tone, no smile. “That’s just what a father wants to hear, that his daughter’s new boyfriend is enhancing himself for sex.”
Grace laughed. She couldn’t help it. Detective Tommy Pakula was one of the toughest men she knew, yet she could easily imagine him worried sick about his daughters.
Ben Hertz was walking toward them, waiting for a police cruiser to pass. He tapped its trunk with the palm of his hand. Grace recognized the gesture. Hertz was always patting backs, punching shoulders and even tapping hoods and trunks in place of saying “good job.” He waved a piece of paper at Pakula as he joined them.
“You’re gonna love this. Plates are registered to a Dr. Leon Matese. But it’s not a dark blue Saturn. It’s a black BMW. And Dr. Matese has been in L.A. since last Tuesday.”
“Let me guess,” Pakula interrupted him. “His car’s been parked at the airport.”
“Yep, long-term parking lot. And the Saturn—”
“Stolen,” Pakula finished.
“You got it. These boys did some planning. But a Sarpy County deputy sheriff’s in pursuit south on 50.”
CHAPTER 25
6:28 p.m.
Razors sliced her skin. At least that’s what Melanie thought it felt like as she tried to run. If the cornstalks weren’t cutting her they were whipping her face. She held her arms up in front of her but kept losing her balance, her feet stumbling over the mounds of dirt. Jared insisted they not stick to the ditches between the rows but instead run diagonally through the field, so they would stay better hidden. But it was impossible to run, one foot plunging into the indent between the rows while the other foot climbed mounds of dirt.
The stalks were stronger than she expected and closely planted. It was more like trudging through a forest of saplings than a field. She was exhausted, her chest felt as though it would explode, and each gulp of air stabbed as it went in and out of her lungs. Her legs ached now, too, and her arms felt battered and bruised. Her ears were ringing with the sound of the wind, the growing roar of thunder and somewhere the whirl of a helicopter. She expected it to swoop down into the field at any minute. Was it possible that it hadn’t discovered the car yet?
She no longer had any sense of direction, and she wasn’t sure they’d ever find their way out of the field. It seemed endless. And hopeless. It was difficult to determine what was the wind and what was the helicopter. But the thunder—another rumble sent a vibration through her—continued to grow. So did the lightning. The flashes made the rolling black clouds come to life. In between flashes it had become so dark Melanie could barely see Charlie in front of her. They were in a tunnel; a tunnel with whips lashing out and no end in sight.
Suddenly a gust of wind whirled overhead and Melanie found herself falling. Her knees slammed into the dirt. Her flailing arms couldn’t protect her jaw and cheek from scraping down the trunk of a cornstalk, the sharp leaves rubbing her skin raw. Jared fell on top of her, smashing her legs underneath his weight.
“Stay down,” she heard him whisper and felt his elbow