Part 22 (1/2)
She dropped her arms to her side, straightening. ”Fine. We'll go together.”
He took her hand and tucked it into his elbow. Her fingers trembled slightly before curving to grip his arm. Could be she was afraid of heights. He couldn't fault her there. A lot of people were.
What had once been a stout wooden door was now another iron gate, less like the fence on the stairs overhead, but more like a true barrier. No lock secured it. He pulled the gate open, the creak of its hinges nearly lost in the pounding of the surf. Inside, the air temperature was cooler by a good twenty degrees. He rolled his sleeves down and b.u.t.toned them at the wrist. Somewhere water dripped in a steady, echoing rhythm.
”h.e.l.lo!” His voice bounced back at him, over and over in diminis.h.i.+ng volume.
”Don't,” Maris said. Even that small sound whispered in repet.i.tion along the walls. He took her hand.
”Do you mind if we climb midway? I'd like you to see the view.”
She acquiesced without speaking, stepping forward with a brief nod, and he led the way up the spiraling stone stairway, their steps coming back at them. Her near-panic began to unsettle him, and he found himself listening for other sounds in the echoes.
”Here. Here we are. Look through this cas.e.m.e.nt.”
She did, clutching the stone and rising on her tiptoes. She was barely breathing.
”What are you so afraid of?”
”Nothing. I...nothing.”
”Do you want go back down?”
”Yes, please.”
He took a few seconds to enjoy the view himself before preceding her down the stairs as a barrier to a fall. He ought to have given her recent head injury some consideration before asking her to climb up all those stairs. Outside again, she drew a shuddering breath.
”Better?”
”I didn't mean to ruin your day.”
”The day was already ruined. We were just trying to make it a little less so.”
Her lips turned up in a weak smile. ”Thank you.”
If any possibility existed of getting away with it, he would have packed her up and taken her home. Her home, far from Alcina Cove. It wouldn't have done any good. That's what arrest warrants were for. Dragging people back to justice.
”Do you want to sit awhile? Out there on the abutment? I'll get the chocolate out of the car. We'll pretend it's a picnic.”
A few minutes later they were seated on the stones, complete with a blanket from the trunk. She ate the rest of her chocolate bar, visibly relaxing as she consumed it. He twisted the cap off her water, then his.
”The scenery is stunning here, I do admit.”
Dan took a swig of cool liquid. ”What's got you spooked?”
She bit her lip, narrowing her eyes to view the seagulls crying overhead. ”I sense danger here. For you, I think, but I'm not sure.”
A smattering of his second mouthful went down the wrong way. He coughed the liquid out and wiped his lips with the back of his hand. ”What kind of danger?”
”I don't know. Since I've been here, I've been experiencing a kind of sensory overload. It would be hard to explain when you don't fully believe-”
”But I do.”
She shook her head, tossing a piece of chocolate to the birds. ”That's not bad for them, is it? And you say you do, and a good portion of your good, good heart is all in, but the understandably logical portion of your brain isn't quite so sure, even now.”
”Maris, don't doubt me.”
”I don't doubt you, Dan. I trust you with my own heart, good or otherwise, and that's never been an easy thing for me to do.”
Her face lay in partial shadow. The white feather hanging from her lobe danced madly in the wind. He was glad he'd been able to save that for her, her talisman of peace. It had taken a good bit of cleaning to remove the spattering of blood. Feathers were strong, though. They had to be. They carried birds thousands and thousands of miles in their travels.
Maris reached up and halted the feather's frenzied movements. ”In its own way, it's carried me thousands of miles, too.”
Dan's lungs deflated. ”Maris, how could you believe I doubt you when things like that come out of your mouth?”
”You told me you'd denied something you'd seen with your own eyes. It's not easy, full acceptance. There are times when I question myself.” She tipped her head back and closed her eyes. Fine strands of black hair gyrated back and forth around her head like the spokes of a pinwheel.
”We've come an unnaturally long way in two weeks,” Dan said quietly. She didn't react. He wondered if she hadn't heard him over the thunder of the waves. ”I remember when I first met you I was-”
”p.i.s.sed. You thought I was someone else who'd come to the station looking for you.” She dropped her head down to study him.
”And now I can't recall what that woman looked like.” Clutching his knee cap between two hands, he rocked back. He wondered if he could block his thoughts from her because there was one he wanted desperately to keep hidden. She'd said only some came through. It would be d.a.m.ned inconvenient if this one did. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to think of something else, the way he might if he was trying to avoid e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n. Suddenly, he laughed. ”Good G.o.d, woman, the gyrations you put me through.”
”What are you talking about?”
”I was just...oh, it doesn't matter. Are you ready to head back?”
She clambered to her feet and bent over to gather up their ridiculous feast of chocolate and water. He folded the blanket, still chuckling to himself, the sound dying in his throat at the expression of shocked dismay on Maris's face.
”Dan, I know what happened to the receipt. For the gas. I wrote my number on it that first night and gave it to you. It's probably at the dump by now.”
Dan's heart leapt in his ribcage. ”No. I think I threw it in my desk drawer at work. We'll swing by the station, and I'll check.”
It was all he could do not to peg the accelerator to the floor. Losing his cool wouldn't help anyone. In the past, he'd been a level-headed type of guy, not letting anything get under his skin, always in control. Maybe when some of the att.i.tude went, it all did, like water from a burst dam.
He had Maris wait in the car and went in alone, straight to his office. He turned on the overhead florescent and yanked open the right hand drawer of his desk. Not finding the receipt at first glance, he dumped the contents of the organizer tray on the blotter. Next, he pulled all the files from the drawer beneath, methodically flipping through the papers before spreading them across the floor.
”What the h.e.l.l are you doing?”
He shot Jamie a b.u.t.t-the-h.e.l.l-out look. ”Searching for the receipt.”
”What receipt?”
”The gas receipt! Maris wrote her number on it that first night and gave it to me.”
Jamie came into the room, stepping over a pile of papers. ”Let me help.”
Dan experienced a surge of grat.i.tude. ”Shoot me if I cry, Rogers.”
”You're not going to, are you? I don't think I could take it. I know we're modernized men and all that, but yeah, I'd have to put a bullet in your head for that one.”