Wow. Sowhat? You find the baby sisters?
Well, yeah, one of them, but-
Hey, no kidding? Thats great, man!
Yeah, well, maybe not. Theresa problem.
Oh, yeah? What kind of problem?
Its a little complicated to explain over the phone, and this is a terrible connection, anyway. How fast can you get to Colton, Texas?
Gazing off across the dirt yard to where the football game was still in noisy progress, Tony could hear that the voices of his sisters around the corner on the patio had died to a frustrated mutter. Which meant theyd be turning their attention back to him the minute he showed his face again.
Colton-whereabouts in Texas is that?
Uhroughly southwest of Austin and northeast of nowhere. Hill Country.
Okay, hows about tonight? Say around dinnertime.
Colton-whereabouts in Texas is that?
Uhroughly southwest of Austin and northeast of nowhere. Hill Country.
Okay, hows about tonight? Say around dinnertime.
What? Where in hell are you?
At the moment Im in Arizona, at my moms. Its her birthday. Talk about northeast of nowhere. Otherwise Id be there sooner.
Are you crazy? Thats gotta be eight or nine hundred miles.
What? You think Im gonna drive it? Across West Texas? Now, that would be crazy. Hey, do me a favor, okay? Check and see if this town youre in has a general-aviation airfield. Failing that, any kind of level airstrippiece of road-hell, even a cow pasture without too many rocks.
I can tell you right now, thats not gonna happen, the voice on the other end of the phone said dryly. But Ill look into the airfield and get back to you.
Cool. Im on my way.
Tony disconnected the phone and stuck it back in his pocket, then took a breath and summoned the courage to go and break the news to his mother that he was going to be leaving her birthday party a little sooner than expected.
Brookes lawyer was an old-school Texan, a grand-fatherly sort named Sam Houston Henderson, from her fathers old law firm in Austin. He drove her home after the bail hearing and left her surrounded by a welcoming committee consisting of Daniel; Pastor Steven Farley and his wife, Myra; Rocky and Isabel Miranda, her neighbors from across the road whod been looking after the animals in her absence; and of course, Hilda, who almost knocked them all flat in her exuberant joy at having the missing members of her flock all together and back under her protection again. Brooke was glad to be back, too, of course, but her relief was tempered by what the lawyer had told her in the car on the way home.
Now, Brooke, honey, you know just because the judge granted you bail doesnt mean youre out of the woods on this thing. You got bail because youve got sole responsibility for your boy and your animals, and because pretty much everything you own is tied up in your place and in that trust your daddy set up for you. So its not likely youd be goin anywhere. And its also not likely youd be a further danger to society, so there just wasnt any justification in keepin you locked up. But that is a deputy sheriff and a local boy youre accused of killin, so weve got one hell of an uphill fight ahead of us. You know that, dont you?
What about Lady? Brooke had asked.
Lady-oh, yeah, the cougar. Well, now
Lonnie Doyle is going to do his best to have her put down.
Im gonna be honest with you, Brooke. Its gonna be tough to argue that lion isnt a dangerous animal. She did maul your husband-
Ex-husband.
-and she did draw blood, whether that was what killed him or not. But for now I dont want you to worry about that. Weve got some time before they get around to a hearing about the cat, and right now you need to get yourself rested up so we can figure out how to fight this battle were in. Okay? Now, you go on and enjoy being with your boy, and have a quiet weekend, and Ill talk to you next week.
Yes, sir, Brooke had murmured, and now she stood safe in her own home, surrounded by the warmth and love of her son, her dog and her good friends the Farleys and the Mirandas.
Its gonna be okay, Mom, Daniel whispered as he let her hug him longer than usual.
I know. Of course, it is. But as she watched Sam Houston Hendersons taillights turn the corner at the end of the lane, inside she felt nothing but cold and hollow and scared to death.
Must be nice, having your own plane, Holt said to his passenger as they sped back to town on the two-lane FM road that connected it to its surprisingly busy airfield. Hed discovered airfields of the kind that served the town of Colton were pretty common in Texas, which made sense, seeing as how airplanes were probably the most practical means of bridging the enormous distances between anyplace and anyplace else in that part of the country.
Yeah, Tony said, the kinds of places my job takes me, sometimes its about the only way to get there. He looked over at Holt. Matter of fact, it was your clients wife-Sam-shes the one that taught me to fly.
That right?
We had anadventure, the three of us, a few years back. In the Philippines. Kind of got me hooked on vintage planes, I guess. She was flying a World War II Gooney Bird at the time. Mines a little later vintage than that, though-1979 Piper Cherokee. Ive got her equipped for long-range flying-extra fuel tanks and all that. Places I go, refueling can be a problem.
Holt glanced at the man taking up what seemed like more than his share of space in the car. From what little chance hed had to take the mans measure, Holt couldnt in any way, shape or form call him overweight, so it must be something to do with charisma, he decided, that made Tony Whitehall seem larger than life. So, youre a photographer?
Photojournalist, Tony corrected, but with a forgiving grin.
That was another thing Holt had noticed right away, the easygoing but straightforward manner that made a person both like and trust the man instinctively. He was beginning to see why Cory Pearson had put him at the top of his list of people to go to in an emergency.
Well, youre gonna fit right in, in Colton, he said dryly. The place is a zoo. Crawling with news media.
Yeah? Tony shifted around to look at him. This wouldnt have anything to do with the problem you mentioned, would it?
It would. Holt stared at the road ahead and thought about where to begin. Finally, he said, You said you knew we found the boys, right? Corys two brothers. Last summer. Found Wade-the oldest-first. He was a cop up in Portland. And since the two boys had been adopted by the same couple, he put us right in touch with Matt, down in LA.
Right, and now you say you found the girls? Tony prompted, but not in an impatient way.
One of the girls. Holt let out a breath. I thought it was gonna be a cakewalk once I found out theyd been adopted together, too. But turns out the parents were both killed a couple of years ago in a car wreck, along with their biological son-he was quite a bit older than the twins. I found out that this one-Brooke-had married and moved here to Colton. Married a cop, actually. Deputy sheriff. But there wasnt a thing about the other twin-Brenna. Nothing from high school on. She just disappears at that point. So, anyway, I come here to Colton to get a line on Brooke. Scope out the lay of the land, you know? Like I did when I found Wade. Wanted to see how things were, get an idea who this person was before I went to Cory with it. So wed know the best way to spring the news, you know?
I hear you, Tony said, nodding. You dont just walk up to a stranger and say, Hi, there. Im the brother you didnt know you had.
Right. And its an even safer bet the twins wouldnt have any idea about having three older brothers, since they were practically just babies when they all got separated. So anyway, I get to Colton, and I find the town in an uproar because one of their deputy sheriffs has just been killed. Originally, it was supposed to have been a mountain lion that killed him-
Oh, wow-I saw something about that. It was on CNN just the other night. The cougar was the guys ex-wifes pet, right? And their little boy found his dads body. Supposedly an accident, I thought. I didnt get a chance to see the news today-it was my moms birthday, and the festivities started pretty early. So now-oh, man, dont tell me. This is the missing twin? The dead guys wife?
Ex-wife. And its not an accident anymore. Seems they found something in the autopsy that puts a whole new light on things. In any event, theyve arrested my clients baby sister for murder. First degree, premeditated. And in Texas, dont forget, they still have the death penalty. And use it.
Tony uttered a word his mother wouldnt have approved of.
My sentiments exactly, Holt said.
So whats the plan? Tony asked Holt over a club sandwich at a local diner not far from the Cactus Country Inn, where they were staying. A club sandwich was pretty much Tonys standard order when he was in an unfamiliar eatery, since it was pretty hard to ruin one, but watching Holt chomp into his big, thick, juicy burger, he was beginning to regret his choice. Somehow I dont think me being a photographer is going to get me an in with this lady just now.
The PI nodded as he chewed, then swallowed and said, Yeah, I know. Were going to have to come up with something- He broke off, and Tony watched him in amusement as he coughed and tried not to make it too obvious what he was thinking. Something along the lines of, This guy looks like a bouncer in a mob hangout, and Im supposed to get him close to a woman who right now is not likely to be trusting anybody short of Dr. Phil? But it didnt bother him. He was used to it.
How bout the lion? he said, taking pity on the guy. I can make it about the cat.
Holt raised his eyebrows over his burger as he prepared to take another bite. Hmm. Maybe.
No, seriously. Ive done some wildlife pieces before. The reintroduction of wolves into Yellowstone, poaching elephant ivorystuff like that. Plus- he grinned around the sandwich he was biting into -I have a thing for mountain lions.
Holts eyes narrowed. Athing.
Tony thought, Me and my big mouth. He didnt know what it was that had made him mention to this stranger something so personal he hadnt even told his best friends, Cory and Sam, about it. But it had been the reason the CNN piece had caught his attention in the first place-the bit about the lion. Now he had to find some way to explain without giving up more personal information than he wanted to. Its an Indian thing. Its my spirit animal. Or so my mama says. He gave a self-deprecating half shrug.