“No.”
“Me, neither. Hey, there’s the Best Western.”
As Will pulled into the hotel’s driveway, Devlin said, “Dad, your backpack’s buzzing.”
Will and Kalyn looked at each other, said, “Javier” at the same time.
“Hand it up here, Dev,” Will said, and then to Kalyn: “Jesus, how long’s it been since we put his wife and son in that mall?”
“Five days.”
He pulled into a parking space. “Five?”
“I know. Long time, but they had plenty of food and water. I’d anticipated this possibility, Will. It’s why I left some books in there, extra flash-lights. What number is the caller ID showing?”
Will glanced at the BlackBerry. “Same as before.” He pressed TALK, then SPEAKER. “Hello?”
“It’s been three days since your meeting with Jonathan. I have not interfered. You will tell me where my family is now?”
Kalyn snatched the BlackBerry out of Will’s hand.
“Hi, Javier. Really sorry we haven’t gotten back to you yet, but it’s been a crazy few days. I’m sure you understand.”
“No, I do—”
“Well, look, here’s the thing. As it turns out, I’m not going to tell you where Misty and Raphael are, because it wouldn’t matter. I killed them both last Saturday.”
Kalyn pressed END and immediately began to dial again.
Will said, “What are you—”
She waved him off, then waited through several rings before a voice answered.
“Yes, I’d like to report something. There’s a woman and a boy locked up in one of the dressing rooms in the children’s department of Belk. . . . That burned-out mall in Scottsdale . . . Desert Gardens Shopping Center . . . No, that’s all the information I have. . . . No, you can’t have my name.”
She ended the call and opened her door as the BlackBerry vibrated again.
Will said, “Come on, Kalyn—”
“Guess who’s calling back.” She powered off the BlackBerry, put it in her pocket.
“Are you crazy, Kalyn?”
She stood grinning by the open door.
Will turned off the engine, and he and Devlin opened their doors, got out.
“Too far,” he said as they walked toward the entrance. “Telling a man, even a bad one, you killed his wife and son? Too far.”
Kalyn stopped under the entrance overhang and faced him. “Why?”
“There’s a line.”
“Where?”
“Separates us from people like—”
“Fuck him, Will. Let that piece of shit taste what it feels like to lose your family.”
They showered at the hotel, then went out and bought new clothes at a Kmart to replace the filthy, road-shabby apparel they’d worn since Idaho. At a nearby steak house, they had supper, and after days of living on convenience-store food, they splurged and ate like gluttons, just glad to be together again, relishing the company, filling one another in on every detail of their respective journeys from Boise to Fairbanks.
They returned to the hotel, Will as tired as he’d ever been.
While waiting for the elevator, Kalyn spotted the unoccupied business center.
“No, let’s look in the morning,” Will said. “I’m worthless now.”
“Come on, only take a minute.”
They gathered around the computer, Kalyn at the keyboard, Will and Devlin looking over her shoulder.
She pulled up the Google home page and typed “Wolverine Hills” and “Alaska” into the query box.
The search results were unimpressive, not a single Web site devoted to the Wolverine Hills, and they were mentioned just two times in passing: under a place-name listing titled “Minor Ranges of the Alaskan Interior” and in a three-year-old forum posting—an outdoorsman inquiring if anyone had ever hunted caribou in the Wolverines.
“Okay, here’s something,” Kalyn said. “Says they’re a small grouping of hills ranging between two and four thousand feet. Oriented east to west. Thirty miles long, ten wide. Two hundred miles north of Denali National Park. Two hundred west of Fairbanks.”
“I’m guessing you can’t drive there,” Will said.
Kalyn had already accessed MapQuest and was executing a search of the area west of Fairbanks.
“Alaska Three goes south to Anchorage. Looks like there are some unpaved roads that head north and west, but none of those come within a hundred and fifty miles of the Wolverines.”
“Hence the floatplane.”
Devlin said, “So this guy is flying women out there, into those hills?”
“Looks that way,” Kalyn said.
“Why would he do that?”
“I don’t know, baby. Part of me doesn’t want to know.”
THIRTY-FOUR
Will gave Devlin her physical therapy and left her half-asleep in front of the TV. He took the stairs up to the next floor, knocked softly on the door of room 617. Kalyn answered in a tank top and running shorts that accentuated her long-muscled arms and legs.
“Can we talk?” Will asked.
They sat on the king-size bed, everything quiet save for the whisper of the central-heating unit blowing warm air out from under the window. Kalyn’s curls were uncurling and the shower had nearly stripped the black dye from her hair, returning it to her natural brown, now pinned up off her shoulders.
“What are you thinking of doing?” he asked.
“Same thing you are.”
“There’s no telling what we’ll find out there, and Devi’s been through a lot already.”
“I can protect you both,” Kalyn said.
Will smiled. “Aren’t I supposed to say that? You’re challenging my fragile ego.”
“Look, you don’t have to go. Head home if you want.”
“But you’re going to the Wolverine Hills.”
“There’s nothing else for me to do.”
“What if that guy was lying? He was dying, Kalyn. What’d he have to lose?”
“Guess I’ll find out.”
“Or we could call the police now. Let them take it from here.”
“Same sort of folks who never found Rachael to begin with, but accused you of her death? No thanks, Will. I’ve sacrificed too much to hand them the ball on first and goal. Watch them f**k it up.”
Will leaned back against the headboard, glanced toward the window at the lights of downtown Fairbanks.
“Suppose we do find out what happened to my wife. Your sister. Then what? They’ll still be gone. We’ll still be missing them.”