47

After waving the Walkers and Challinors off at Gallup Municipal Airport with a promise to join them in a few days at Jameson’s Cape Cod retreat, I drove back over the borderline into Arizona and picked up the road to Indian Wells. I didn’t like breaking promises, but this was one that I’d maybe bend to fit. Jameson had asked me to bring my girlfriend, Imogen, with me. Maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea with Jay being gripped in the throes of a crush on me. I’d beg out of the trip, say that business was taking up too much of my time and put the visit off for a couple of weeks or three. By then Jay’s romantic flush should have passed, and there’d be fewer complications. Jesus, never mind Jay’s crush, when she’d whispered in my ear I’d almost succumbed and taken her in my arms. I dread to think what would have happened if I’d given in to the weakness. Crazy redneck kidnappers and murderers I could handle, but two jealous women? No way.

I didn’t make it all the way to Indian Wells. I’d already phoned ahead and had arranged to meet with Scott Blackstock. The guy didn’t want to go to the Logan ranch alone, so we’d set up a rendezvous at the truck stop where I’d first learned of the frequency of women going missing. The old Navajo cleaner and his broom were conspicuous by their absence. I was sorry to have missed him, but when I asked other workers about him they only looked at me blankly. Not one of them knew who I was talking about.

While I waited for Scott to arrive I nursed a mug of strong coffee and mulled over the old man’s identity. I wondered if all the Logans’ victims had been female, and who else was buried out there in the desert. I recalled they had no love for their Native American neighbours. Plenty of ghosts troubled my dreams, but they were figments of my imagination, weren’t they? No, it was a totally ridiculous thought, but one I had trouble shaking. I was pleased when Scott finally arrived and I could turn my mind to something more tangible.

He had travelled down from the trailer park in his pick-up truck. It was battered and could do with a lick of paint, but it was still better suited to the terrain than my rental. I climbed inside the cab and Scott took the road out to the ranch.

‘My head still hurts,’ he said as we rattled along the uneven trail.

‘I didn’t hit you hard enough,’ I said.

He chuckled. ‘I don’t hold it against you.’

‘Glad to hear it. I did it for your own good.’

‘I know that now. You were trying to protect me.’

‘Nah, I just didn’t want you getting in my way.’

‘But you’re pleased I did?’

‘You saved my life, Scott. I’m indebted to you.’

‘You owe me nothin’,’ he said. ‘You avenged Helena for me.’

‘So you’re not mad I stole your thunder at the last second?’

He laughed again, but it was a melancholy sound. ‘Whatever I threatened to do to him, Samuel wasn’t going to come clean. He was just laughing in my face.’

‘Doesn’t matter now, Scott. You got the last laugh.’

‘Yeah,’ he agreed. ‘I did.’

We completed the remainder of the journey in companionable silence. The mushroom-shaped mountain that had set the stage for many of the frantic events in the desert loomed out of the dust clouds. It was a landmark I’d never forget, and, once I left this place, one I wished never to see again. We passed along the trail on the far side, unfamiliar ground for me, then entered the basin-shaped valley beyond which waited the scene of so much depravity. As we approached I first saw the sparkle of sunlight reflected from water, then the decrepit house and sheds grew out of the haze. Much of the activity here over the last few days had been in the shape of police officers, but now most of them had left. There was still one police cruiser on the scene as well as an unmarked sedan. Other vehicles belonged to the county coroner’s office, and to National Guard troopers who were still helping with the massive search area. White tents had been set up alongside the ranch, and I’d no wish to go inside any of them. I knew that each one marked a separate grave and that forensic technicians laboured at bringing the victims home in their entirety. Some of the graves were years old, one of them more recent, and the corpse within it had been preliminarily identified as Carla Logan. Her skull had been fractured. Blunt-force trauma, the coroner had said. It didn’t take too much deducing who had been responsible for murdering his sister. I put the poor woman’s death out of my head.

We hadn’t come here out of ghoulish fascination.

As Scott drew up alongside the police cars he let slip a ragged breath.

I reached across and patted him on the shoulder.

‘You want me to take the wheel from here?’ I asked.

‘Please.’ He could barely see for the tears welling in his eyes.

As he slid over into the passenger seat, I got out and walked around to the driver’s side. Chambers and Witherspoon were standing by their car; both men nodded silently and got in. They drove past the watering hole and I followed. We went at a respectful speed across the desert towards the ridgeline where I’d so recently hidden Nicole and Ellie Mansfield.

I pulled up alongside the Lincoln, looking up towards the caves as I’d done when bringing Jay to her reunion with her friends. One of the small hollows bore a ribbon marker at its entrance. Two National Guardsmen stood sentry at the foot of the cliff. Jesus, I thought, the cave was barely fifty feet from where I’d been. The body of a naked woman had been discovered inside it. Either before she’d crawled here across the desert, or as a result of a fall while trying to reach her hiding hole, the poor thing had broken a leg. She had escaped the monsters torturing her, fled to safety, but then fate had dealt her a sorry hand. The coroner approximated her date of death, and I could only hope she hadn’t suffered in torment as long as he thought she had. He couldn’t be sure, but from his estimate it looked like she’d succumbed the same night that Nicole and Ellie had hidden in the neighbouring cave. If only I’d known it then…

I couldn’t think like that.

‘Are you ready, Scott?’

He sniffed, rubbed his sleeves over his face. When he sat up there was a hint of steel in his jaw.

‘I’m ready,’ he said.

‘Then let’s go and bring Helena home.’

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