Snowbound - Blake Crouch [20]
The gates parted. They passed through. Will punched the gas, boiling inside, and he hadn’t gone half a mile before he stomped on the brake and pulled over to the curb. He turned off the engine, opened his door, and jumped out into the brutal heat.
Kalyn got out, too, slammed her door. They met at the front bumper.
“Let me see your badge right—”
“Just listen.”
“You broke that woman’s nose, threatened to hurt her son. Let me see your—”
“I used to be an agent.”
“Used to?”
“Listen to me, Will. Please.”
He glanced back into the car. “I’m out of here,” he said. “I’m done with this.”
She grabbed his arm. “I was an agent up until a year ago. They wouldn’t let me open this case. I investigated anyway. Used Bureau resources.”
“They fired you.”
“No one was doing shit to find out what happened to these women.”
“They fired you.”
“Yeah.”
“Well that’s . . . that’s just great. You’ve manipulated me into this.”
“I can’t get Javier on my own. I need you.”
“So does my daughter.”
“I know you’re scared,” she said. “I understand that. But we are this close to finding the man who took your wife. This close.”
“She’s gone. Dead. I have a daughter to raise. He isn’t worth prison.”
“Is your wife?”
“What are you talking about?”
“What if she’s alive, Will?”
“She isn’t. It’s been five—”
“But what if she is? Isn’t that possibility worth this? Look, I lied about Javier. Nobody has anything on him. Just me. And today is our chance to talk to him.”
“You threw away your career for these women? That makes no—”
“You remember the pictures I showed you last night?”
“Yeah.”
“Lucy Dahl? Remember her?”
“Yeah, so?”
“Her maiden name was Sharp. She was my younger sister. Putting it together yet? Now, Javier is the man who took your wife. My sister. Wouldn’t you like to know where they are? Wouldn’t you like to ask him a question or two?”
“Yes, but—”
“Well, no one else is gonna get that information for you, and this is the price. This is what it costs. So man up.”
“I’ve never done anything like this, and I can’t risk prison.”
“Well, unless you figure this out, you’re already going away for your wife’s murder.”
“What’s that? Blackmail?”
“I’d hate to, that’s the truth, but I’ll turn you in, Will. Maybe I get back in with the Bureau. Maybe I get some interest in my sister’s case. Don’t think for a second I won’t if you jeopardize my getting my hands on Javier.” Will stared at a passing car, the air above the pavement rippling with heat. “I have you by the balls, Will. You got no other play.”
“We talk to him,” Will said. “That’s it. We only talk.”
SEVENTEEN
Five minutes later, Will pulled the Buick into the parking lot of an abandoned mall that appeared to have been gutted by fire in the recent past. It was 4:00 P.M., the light beginning to lengthen. Kalyn helped Misty and Raphael out of the backseat, removed the handcuffs from the boy’s ankles, and led them at gunpoint through one of the shattered front windows of a Belk Store, Will following close behind.
It was dark inside, and smelled like a fireplace. Kalyn had brought a flashlight, and she swept the beam through the store as they followed one of the aisles past the footwear section, the south wall scorched black, the odor of melted plastic and glass and linoleum growing stronger. Clothing racks still populated the store, most laden with singed, molding clothes. Will didn’t know if it was the stench of the place or the fear of the situation, but he felt sick to his stomach.
“What are we doing here?” Misty asked. Her question went unanswered. “My nose is burning.”
In the far corner of the store, they came to the children’s department.
“Head back toward the dressing rooms,” Kalyn said.
Misty was crying again. They arrived at the door to the last dressing room, which Kalyn pushed open. On the floor lay two sleeping bags, a stack of paperback books, four flashlights, two cases of bottled water, and a canvas bag brimming with nonperishable food.
“What’s this?” Misty asked.
“Sit down, both of you.” Kalyn uncuffed Raphael and