Part 49 (1/2)

”Jo,” he yelled.

He spun the wheel, drove onto the shoulder of the freeway, and floored it toward the perimeter fence.

At the distant end of the runway, orange flame consumed the interior of the Chevy Tahoe. The SUV rolled down the concrete and onto the dirt and slowed to a stop. n.o.body got out.

Facedown on the tarmac, Jo held on to Misty Kanan. Misty lay suspended in those eerie seconds between the sight of truth and its impact. Jo bit back the tears that were rising in her throat. The door of the ambulance opened and Seth stumbled out.

”Mom.”

Misty crawled away from Jo's grasp, staggered to her feet, and went to him. He fell into her arms and began to cry.

Jo climbed to her feet. Heat rolled over her. Aboard airliners and in the terminal, people stared horrified at the fire. Their faces wore the reflection of flames on gla.s.s. She closed her eyes and heard sirens and sobbing. In her clenched hand, she felt the ring.

She turned and walked, head hammering, to Misty's side. Collapsed on the tarmac, Misty held Seth while his hands clawed her s.h.i.+rt and he wept against her shoulder. She raised her head. Jo would remember the look on her face until the day she died.

”Leave,” Misty said.

”He wanted-” Jo's voice caught. ”Asked me to give...”

She unfurled her hand. Firelight swam across the gold in Misty's wedding ring.

Misty took it and turned her head away.

Jo stepped back. The heat of the fire was painless in comparison.

Through the spinning emergency lights she saw a man run beneath an airliner, jump and slide across the hood of an aviation tractor, and sprint onto the runway, heading toward the burning hulk of the Tahoe.

She didn't think she had a voice left, but she raised her hands and called out. ”Gabe.”

When he heard her, he turned his head. She was already running. She didn't stop until she reached his arms.

* 40 *

The sky flew blue above the park in the morning sun. Under the breeze, Monterey pines trembled and the sage and purple heather bent toward the bay. Gabe stretched his legs and spread his arms across the back of the park bench. On the basketball court, Sophie dribbled toward the hoop and shot a layup. It knocked against the rim and dropped in.

”Two points for Quintana,” Gabe said.

Sophie gave him a shy, pleased smile and retrieved the ball. Strands of brown hair haloed around her face.

Jo paced along the sideline, phone to her ear. Amy Tang sounded cranky.

”You got me involved in this case, Beckett. You owe me a beer. I think I have permanent gluteal damage from sitting on the cement floor in that bas.e.m.e.nt.”

Jo rubbed her eyes and almost laughed. ”I owe you a beer because I got you involved. I owe you a new car for getting me off the hook with the police and TSA.”

She gazed across the park, past her house and across city rooftops, to the Golden Gate Bridge. Beyond it were the windswept green hills of the Marin headlands. Then sky, and forever.

”One question, Amy-how, precisely, did you escape?”

”That support pole my hands were bound behind? It was a couple of feet from the wall, and near the top it had a bracket clamped around it. I crammed my legs underneath me and managed to stand up. Then I put my back to the pole, pressed my feet flat against the wall, and s.h.i.+nnied up. When I got high enough, I sawed the tape back and forth against the bracket. It took me an hour, but I cut it.”

”And?”

She paused. ”That's when Officer Liu and the SWAT team broke down the door.”

”And found you-”

”Seven feet off the floor, feet planted wide against the wall, with my back to the support and a rubber ball in my mouth.”

Jo smiled broadly. ”You pole-danced your way to freedom?”

”If you ever speak of this again-”

”Did SWAT get photos?”

”Beckett ...”

Jo laughed.

”Any word on Alec Shepard?” Tang said.

”He's in intensive care. When the officer got to him he was hypothermic and had inhaled water. They're calling it a near-drowning. But they're optimistic.”

”You want to sit in when we interrogate Riva Calder?”

Jo hesitated. ”I think I've seen enough of Calder.”

”She's going to be a case study.”

”I know. Anterograde amnesia brought on by nanoparticle exposure. But I don't think I care to watch her stare out the door, forever hoping Ian Kanan's going to walk through it.”

Tang was quiet a moment. ”You counted how many of your nine lives you used up last night, cat?”

”I'm glad you're okay too, Tang. Get some rest.”

She walked to the park bench, sat down beside Gabe, and gave him back his phone. He handed her a cup of coffee.

”Hope it's not too strong,” he said.