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"I love you, too."
He put down the comb, burying his face in her hair and her neck, his arms reaching around her waist. He held her tight, like an exhausted swimmer coming to a branch or a boulder after a long, long time in turbulent waters. Yet he was in no hurry, this was distinctly different from the other night, just a week ago. He had still been angry with her then, she realized, his passion had been a mask for his fury. Crow held her, and she allowed herself to be held, her senses expanding. She was aware of the rain, of the darkness, of the grain in the floorboards beneath them, of the watery shadows on the walls. Finally she broke his hold on her, but only so she could peel the wet T-shirt away from her body and turn to face him.
She was home.
When morning came, it was as Mrs. Nguyen and Cha
Blinking heavy eyes, she glanced around the house. A shower was ru
Strange-the only thing in the dryer was a small load of dishtowels. Maybe he had hung her clothes up outside, under the now-brilliant skies. But she couldn't see anything from the windows. She knocked on the bathroom door, then pushed it open without waiting for a reply. Steam rolled out, as if the shower had been ru
It had, and if Crow had ever been in it, he wasn't now.
She looked for her shoes, but they were missing, too. Naked and barefoot, she ran from the house, down the flagstone path to where her car had been. Gone as well, not that this surprised her. The shower and the dryer-those had probably been turned on in hopes of muffling the noise of an engine starting.
Back in the house, she saw what she hadn't seen before-her datebook open on the kitchen table, a message scrawled on today's date, November 2.
"I started this on my own, and I need to finish it on my own. Love, C. (Nothing here to eat but ca
Damn chivalry. It wasn't enough for Crow to rescue Emmie, he had to spare Tess as well, leaving her with nothing but ca
Fu
But how to explain Gus, with his sad eyes and haunted expression? What was he seeing? What was it that kept his eyes riveted on Emmie? Tess studied the Polaroid, the only image she had seen of Lollie alive. It was taken less than two weeks before the murders, according to the date stamped on the bottom. The five smiled, i
The two men looked at Lollie.
Tess thought of the three bodies in Espejo Verde. Two had been killed hastily, quickly. One had been tortured, his death drawn out, his suffering the point of the exercise. Everyone does everything for money and sex, Rick had said, mocking the old robbery detective, Marty Diamond. But Diamond might have been closer to the truth than they realized. Sex and money, money and sex. And love. Some people killed for love, or thought they did.
The three women looked in the camera. The two men looked at Lollie. And a little girl had grown up, studying this photo, memorizing it, decoding it, until she finally recognized in her cousin's eyes a kinship only they could share. You had to be crazy to die for love. You had to be crazy to kill for love.
Emmie Sterne was crazy enough to do both.
Chapter 28
Thank God for make-up sex-Rick and Kristina were still at Rick's house when Tess called from her cell phone, their voices as soft and rumpled as the sheets beneath them. But once Rick understood why she was calling, he asked almost no questions, just took down the directions and promised to get up there as soon as possible. He didn't even press for an explanation when Tess told him she needed a change of clothes for the ride into town.
They were there within an hour, both of them, and Tess couldn't help wondering if Kristina had decided Rick shouldn't make a solo house call to a naked Tess. She had brought Tess clothes, however-a pair of jeans that couldn't fasten over Tess's hips, and a baggy T-shirt. Fashion Puta, She'll Do Anything for Clothes, the legend read. No, Kristina wasn't taking anything for granted.
"This time, I'm calling the cops," Rick said, once they were back on the highway, heading toward San Antonio at a steady seventy miles per hour, a speed that would get them into town within thirty minutes, but wouldn't cause the Texas cops to look at them twice. "If you know where Crow is, and you tell me, I've got to call them, or face the consequences."
"But I don't know. All I'm sure of is that he's gone to find Emmie somewhere along the parade route."
"You're making a big leap, Tess, from suicide to murder. Remember, less than forty-eight hours ago, you were just as sure that Gus Sterne had killed Darden and Weeks. Now you think it's Emmie."
"It has to be Emmie."
"I gotta call the cops," Rick repeated.
"If I end up in an interrogation room for the rest of the day, nobody wins. Even the cops, with all their manpower, aren't guaranteed to find Emmie in time. But Crow knows where she is, and there's only one way to make sure she doesn't hurt him."
"How's that?" Kristina asked, looking back over the front seat at Tess, her eyes bright with excitement.
"We have to stop the parade."
Between the parade and the usual Saturday traffic, it took them twenty minutes to inch through Brackenridge Park once they left the freeway. Finally they reached La Casita, where Tess grabbed her ru
"Mrs. Nguyen-please, no more junk food. It's really not good for her."
"Oh, I only gave her one. Maybe two. We have a pizza coming." Esskay smirked at Tess.
She glanced out the windows. Broadway was bumper to bumper, and there was no place to park. "Can my friend leave his car in your lot-we probably can't get much closer to the parade route than we are here, and I don't need my space today."
"Sure thing, sure thing," she said, waving a vague hand, eyes still fixed on the empty street in front of the Alamo. "Chris Marrou said there are ten thousand people already downtown."
It was more than a mile up Broadway to the parade staging area and the sidewalks and streets were clogged with people, making it impossible to move quickly. By the time they found the staging ground and a parade worker showed them to the shaded underpass where Gus Sterne's silver Lincoln idled, it was twelve-thirty. Half an hour until the first marching band started down the street. Tess motioned to Kris and Rick to hang back-she didn't want Gus Sterne to know she had confided her suspicions in anyone-and walked over to the car.