Snowbound - Blake Crouch [42]
“So what happened to you?” Devlin asked.
“Jonathan turned me over to three men this afternoon at a warehouse, somewhere in Fairbanks. They drove me out into the countryside, to this lake. I was able to get away.”
By the way she said it, Will knew. “You mean you killed them.”
“Yeah.”
“Three men? How?”
“They made a mistake. Cuffed my hands in front of me instead of behind my back. If they’d done that, it would’ve made it impossible for me to do what I did. Or at least much more difficult. Also, they underestimated what I was capable of.”
“Who were they?”
“I’ve been trying to work that out. Seemed like muscle for organized crime.”
“There’s an Alaskan mob?”
“Probably an offshoot of an Anchorage syndicate. Turn up here.”
Will took the next exit onto S. Cushman, saw motel, hotel, and restaurant signs glowing in the distance.
“They were definitely delivering me to someone,” Kalyn said. “While I was dealing with them, a floatplane landed on the lake, came up to the pier. This man got out, saw that something had obviously gone wrong, and hauled ass out of there.”
“You find out where he was going?”
“I questioned one of the men before he died, but the only piece of information I got was a place called the Wolverine Hills. You heard of it?”
“No.”
“Me, neither. Hey, there’s the Best Western.”
As Will pulled into the hotel’s driveway, Devlin said, “Dad, your backpack’s buzzing.”
Will and Kalyn looked at each other, said, “Javier” at the same time.
“Hand it up here, Dev,” Will said, and then to Kalyn: “Jesus, how long’s it been since we put his wife and son in that mall?”
“Five days.”
He pulled into a parking space. “Five?”
“I know. Long time, but they had plenty of food and water. I’d anticipated this possibility, Will. It’s why I left some books in there, extra flash-lights. What number is the caller ID showing?”
Will glanced at the BlackBerry. “Same as before.” He pressed TALK, then SPEAKER. “Hello?”
“It’s been three days since your meeting with Jonathan. I have not interfered. You will tell me where my family is now?”
Kalyn snatched the BlackBerry out of Will’s hand.
“Hi, Javier. Really sorry we haven’t gotten back to you yet, but it’s been a crazy few days. I’m sure you understand.”
“No, I do—”
“Well, look, here’s the thing. As it turns out, I’m not going to tell you where Misty and Raphael are, because it wouldn’t matter. I killed them both last Saturday.”
Kalyn pressed END and immediately began to dial again.
Will said, “What are you—”
She waved him off, then waited through several rings before a voice answered.
“Yes, I’d like to report something. There’s a woman and a boy locked up in one of the dressing rooms in the children’s department of Belk. . . . That burned-out mall in Scottsdale . . . Desert Gardens Shopping Center . . . No, that’s all the information I have. . . . No, you can’t have my name.”
She ended the call and opened her door as the BlackBerry vibrated again.
Will said, “Come on, Kalyn—”
“Guess who’s calling back.” She powered off the BlackBerry, put it in her pocket.
“Are you crazy, Kalyn?”
She stood grinning by the open door.
Will turned off the engine, and he and Devlin opened their doors, got out.
“Too far,” he said as they walked toward the entrance. “Telling a man, even a bad one, you killed his wife and son? Too far.”
Kalyn stopped under the entrance overhang and faced him. “Why?”
“There’s a line.”
“Where?”
“Separates us from people like—”
“Fuck him, Will. Let that piece of shit taste what it feels like to lose your family.”
They showered at the hotel, then went out and bought new clothes at a Kmart to replace the filthy, road-shabby apparel they’d worn since Idaho. At a nearby steak house, they had supper, and after days of living on convenience-store food, they splurged and ate like gluttons, just glad to be together again, relishing the company, filling one another in on every detail of their respective journeys from Boise to Fairbanks.
They returned to the hotel, Will as tired as he’d ever