Part 44 (1/2)

”What?”

She took a pen from her pocket, a fat black Sharpie, and pulled off the cap.

His pulse soared. ”What are you talking about? If it's Sunday, and I didn't turn Slick over...”

She took his arm and pushed his sleeve up. Words were written on his forearm.

Christ. His heart thundered. Riva pressed the Sharpie to his skin and began to write.

The thunder filled his head like water roaring over falls. Those words... it wasn't... no...

He grabbed the pen from Riva and jerked his arm away. He looked again at the Tahoe parked at the curb up the road. It held his family. Hold on to that thought.

Wrong, Riva was wrong, this was wrong.

A pimped-out Honda rushed past, low-profile tires and mag wheels s.h.i.+ning, hip-hop ba.s.s booming from the speakers. The smell of the ink was sharp and intoxicating and cleared his head.

He was behind the wheel of a truck. He had a pen in his hand.

”Ian ,”someone said. He was behind the wheel of a truck. He had a pen in his hand. Words were written on his flesh.

He turned his head. Riva Calder was in the pa.s.senger seat of Nico Diaz's tricked-out pickup.

”I'm so sorry,” she said.

He looked at his arm. His world crashed down around him.

Sat.u.r.day they died.

* 36 *

Jo watched out the winds.h.i.+eld. Her heart was hammering.

Down Coleman Avenue, the pickup truck idled at the curb, headlights glaring. Murdock hung up the phone.

”Riva's all set. Hang on. We do this and everybody goes home. Five minutes.”

But the other car didn't move. Jo's stomach twisted tighter.

All set. That meant Kanan had to have Slick with him.

Jo tried to put it together. Kanan didn't know that Calder was behind everything. She had, until tonight, managed to stay in the background. If he was willing to sit in the pickup talking to her, he must think she was an innocent colleague, helping him out of a desperate situation.

Calder knew her plan was near ruin. Unless she was in denial or remarkably stupid, she would see only one option left: to flee. And she wasn't stupid. She was ruthless. She was going to run. And she wouldn't run without Slick.

And she would want as clean a getaway as possible. Her accomplices, Murdock and Vance, were not top-shelf conspirators. They struck Jo as opportunists and cowards. They didn't strike her as men who would stay silent and go down for Riva Calder. If the police caught them, they would flip for a deal.

Riva had to know that. So what was she going to do about it?

”Oh, my G.o.d,” she said.

Calder planned to climb aboard Chira-Sayf's company plane and fly to freedom. She wanted to take two things with her. And those were not Sausage and Scrambled Eggs, mouth-breathing in the Tahoe with Jo. They were Slick and Ian Kanan.

In the pickup truck down the road, Calder had them both.

Her magic getaway carpet was loaded with Jet A and waiting on the far side of the airport perimeter fence. With sickening clarity, Jo heard Riva telling Murdock, I'll give you the field pa.s.s when I come back.

She didn't plan to come back. She planned to split and cheat her partners out of their share of the profits.

”Murdock, this is bad,” Jo said. ”There's no good reason for Riva to sit there in the pickup. Something's squirrelly.”

”You made a mess of my evening, that's what's squirrelly.”

”She's going to run, and she doesn't want to leave witnesses.” Because she wanted to give herself a head start. Because she hated Misty. ”Put the car in gear. I want to be able to get out of here.”

”Don't be stupid.”

Jo turned to him. ”Murdock, she's going to double-cross you.”

Kanan stared at Riva in the darkened pickup. ”They're not dead.”

Riva was breathing hard. Her eyes were wide. ”Ian, no. I'm sorry to have to tell you this again.”

”Again? What the h.e.l.l are you talking about?”

”I hate this. It rips the wound open every time.”

”What do you mean, every time?” How many times had she told him this?

No. It wasn't possible.

She put her hand on his. ”Honey, they're gone.”

Honey?

Her palm, resting on his, throbbed with heat. She squeezed his hand and licked her lips as though they were dry.

”Listen carefully,” she said. ”I know it's a blow. But you have to hold it together. We only have a few minutes.”