Trial By Fire

“Got it,” Maxwell said. “I see it now. Where they are now is out of Maricopa County and into Gila. I can call over to Globe and talk to Sheriff Tuttle, but he’s going to have the same problem we have-too much ground to cover and not enough patrol units.” He paused for a moment before adding, “You really think the person who has her is the one who set the fire in Camp Verde?”

“Either the perpetrator or an accomplice.”

Maxwell sighed. “Holy crap!” he exclaimed. “To get officers there in time to do any good, we probably need a helicopter. That means I’ll have to call that bastard Do

Ali closed her phone and waited. It seemed to take forever. In the meantime yet another message came in from Sister Anselm. The vehicle was still moving north, but Ali worried that in that desolate and virtually uninhabited part of the state, the iPhone would lose its co

“Okay,” Sheriff Maxwell said. “Do

“Yes,” Ali said. “That’s the one.”

“He happens to be closest to your location. He’s coming by to pick up your computer. Do

“No,” Ali said.

“Excuse me? What do you mean, ‘no’? No what?”

“No, that’s not going to work. Tell Agent Do

“Ali,” Maxwell said, making an effort to sound reasonable. “You can’t do that. The ATF isn’t going to let you hitch a ride with them on a tactical pursuit like this. I’m sure that would be violating at least a dozen rules and regs, to say nothing of liability issues.”

“I don’t care about liability,” Ali returned. “Sister Anselm is sending those messages to me. I’m her lifeline. If you think I’m going to let my computer out of my hands, you’re nuts. The ATF is welcome to the information on my computer, but only if they take me along. My computer and I are a package deal. I have a vest. I’ll have to get it out of my car, but I have it along.”

“Ali, I’m giving you an order-”

“I’m not a sworn police officer,” Ali pointed out. “If you want to fire me for insubordination, be my guest. Fire away. I was happily unemployed when you dragged me out of retirement. I’ll be glad to go back to that, eating bonbons and maybe learning how to play bridge. In the meantime, Sister Anselm has trusted me with her life, and I’m not going to let her down.”

“Ali,” Maxwell pleaded. “Be reasonable.”

“My way or the highway,” she said and closed her phone. She hurried over to the valet stand, gave the attendant a five, and asked him to retrieve her Kevlar vest from the back of the Caye

“So Sheriff Maxwell ran up the flag to you in the hope of getting me back in line?” she said.

“More or less,” Dave said. “He’s right, of course, Ali. You’ve got no business sticking your nose in all this-”

“I hung up on him and I’ll hang up on you, too,” Ali told him. “Sheriff Maxwell asked me to work with Sister Anselm, and that’s why she’s sending her messages to me. Agent Robson was here yesterday, and he didn’t make a very good impression on anyone-including Sister Anselm.”

“But-”

“No deal,” Ali said. “Another message just came in. I don’t know how many more she’ll be able to send, or even if she’ll be able to send them, but I’m going to be on the scene with the ATF guys or else.”

“Okay,” Dave said, conceding defeat. “I’ll tell him. He isn’t going to like it.”

“Neither is Agent Robson,” Ali said. “That’s his problem. They’ll both have to like it or lump it.”

The parking attendant returned carrying Ali’s vest. She slipped it on over her pink tracksuit. She also slipped off the wig and stuck it in her briefcase. She was sitting staring at her computer screen when Agent Robson appeared on the scene a few minutes later.

“Ali Reynolds?” he asked.

She looked up at him and nodded.

“I’m here for your computer.”

“What?” Ali returned. “No ‘please’ and no ‘thank you’? Just ‘hand it over’?”

“This is an emergency situation-” he began.

“I’m well aware it’s an emergency,” she returned. “I’m the one who called it in, remember? Without me, you wouldn’t even know Sister Anselm was among the missing, much less where she had gone.”

“Look,” he said, “Do

“I don’t work for you, Agent Robson. I have it on pretty good authority that Sheriff Maxwell is about to terminate my consulting agreement, too, so it turns out I don’t have to take orders from him or from you. You might mention to Agent Do

“Where the hell do you get off-” he began.

“That’s the whole point,” she said. “I’m not getting off. If my computer is going on that helicopter, so am I.”

“It could be dangerous.”

“So is crossing a street.”

Shaking his head, Robson touched the button on his Bluetooth. “Call Agent Do

Ali stood with her arms crossed and stared at him until he finally co

“Yeah,” he said. “I talked to her. She’s adamant that she’s going along… No, she won’t listen to reason… Yes. Okay. I’ll tell her.”

Just then Jake Whitman, the hospital administrator, came striding off the elevator. He nodded curtly in Ali’s direction. “I’m looking for an Agent Robson.”

“That would be me.”

“I’m the hospital administrator. It’s most unusual to have anything other than a medevac helicopter on our helipad. You need to get it out of there immediately. Come on,” he added, rattling a set of keys. “I’ll take you.”

He started away from them, then stopped when he realized neither Agent Robson nor Ali was following. “Well,” he said impatiently. “Are you two coming or not?”

As Ali stuck her computer in her briefcase, the wig, with a mind of its own, managed to tumble out on the floor.

Robson bent to pick it up. Before giving it back to her, he looked at the wig and then at Ali. “That’s who you are,” he said. “That’s why you look familiar.”

“Yes,” she agreed. Then, closing her briefcase and picking up her purse, she turned to Whitman. “We’re coming,” she told the hospital administrator. She knew full well that Robson wouldn’t go to the mat with her about any of this in front of Whitman. Cool macho dudes like Robson didn’t like being seen arguing with women in public.

Whitman set a brisk pace as they followed him back into the elevator. Access to the twelfth floor required use of a key. The doors opened on a corridor with a smoothly polished floor.

“This way,” he said.

The hallway ended in a pair of double doors. When Whitman pushed open one of the doors, Ali’s ears were assailed by the roar of a helicopter’s engines. Her hair blew up and out in the buffeting gale from the rotating blades.

Without pausing for permission, Ali walked past Whitman and climbed into the helicopter.