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The Subaru Forester in the garage needed a wash but it started just fine. The first stop was an Anchorage branch of Last Frontier Bank, just to make sure Charlotte ’s check was good. It was, and the cashier’s reaction to all those zeros had Kate, momentarily forgetting her own response, toying with the idea of applying for a loan. She remembered in time that she didn’t need to buy anything her checking account couldn’t cover and got the hell out of there.
Hiland Mountain Correctional Facility housed women convicts and male sex offenders, which Kate had never understood. She’d been in and out of the place often when she’d worked for Jack, but a new governor had been elected since then and all the faces were new, including the fresh-faced young woman riding the desk out front, who hadn’t been lied to by enough cons to have lost her i
“Yes, Officer.”
The young woman, whose badge was difficult to sort out from all the other patches and shields adorning her bountiful bosom but whose name Kate thought might be T. Offerut, looked Kate over. Kate tolerated the examination of her attire-her usual jeans, T-shirt, and te
The young woman realized that the frown was producing an unsightly line across her forehead, smoothed it away with one hand, and turned the frown into a smile. “Of course, you must be the one from UAA,” she said, as if that and that alone would explain the jeans.
Kate didn’t deny it.
“May I see some identification, please?”
Kate produced her driver’s license, was deemed to be who she really was, and was permitted entry. When the door closed behind her with a solid thud, she had the same reaction she always did: an overwhelming wave of claustrophobia, which was not alleviated by the wall of windows that lined one side of the large room to which she had been admitted and which looked out on a spectacular view of the Chugach Mountains. The worst part of Kate’s job with the district attorney had been having to enter various correctional facilities around the state voluntarily to interview perps. She’d hated it then, and she hated it now. She took a deep breath, trying to fill her lungs with fresh air that wasn’t there.
The room was filled with long tables and plastic bucket chairs, and there were a couple of kids ru
Kate was ushered to a chair at the end of one table and told firmly to wait there. She sat. Lunch was being cooked somewhere- burgers, at a guess-and her stomach growled.
“Kate Shugak?”
She looked up and saw a woman standing in front of her. The last time Kate had seen her, Kate had been seated in the witness chair and she had been at the defendant’s table next to a public defender who was trying to impeach Kate’s testimony. Kate searched her memory and dredged up a name and, with a little more effort, a case file. “Myra Hartsock,” she said. Child endangerment, fourth offense, and the judge had taken away her children and evidently thrown enough jail time at her to keep her in Hiland for six years.
“Are you here to see me?” Myra said.
“No,” Kate said.
“I’m sober now.”
“I see that.”
“And I’m straight. I been straight for four, going on five years now.”
“Good for you.”
Myra hesitated, hands clenched on the edge of her tray. “My kids,” she said. “I see them sometimes.”
“Really.”
Myra nodded. “My mother brings them here to visit me.”
“Good for her.”
“I read to them, and we play games.”
“Good for you.”
Myra gestured with her head. “I’ve been working in the prison greenhouse. My case officer says she thinks she can place me in a job pretty easy when I get out.”
“Good for her.”
Myra took a deep breath. “Because I’m coming up for parole in seven months.”
“Really?”
“You could speak for me at my hearing.”
“I could,” Kate agreed.
Myra ’s look of hope faded. “But you won’t.”
“No.”
Myra bared her teeth. “Bitch.”
“Backatcha,” Kate said.
Myra started to cry. “Why won’t you help me?”
“Because your kids come first for me,” Kate said, “like they should have with you. Reading to them and playing games with them one or twice a month doesn’t make up for the fact that Andy had to learn how to write left-handed because you broke his right hand in so many places that he can’t even brush his teeth with it, and that Kay will probably be in therapy for the rest of her life because you sold her for money you used to buy booze and drugs.”
“I was a drunk and a junkie back then!” Myra said, her voice rising. “I told you-I don’t do that anymore!”
“You don’t in this adult day-care center of yours,” Kate said. “Doesn’t mean you won’t when you get out again. Best thing that can happen to your kids is for you to be away from them as long as possible. If I had my druthers it’d be forever.”
“Let’s move it along, Myra, shall we?” a guard said, coming up behind her.
He took her arm. She yanked free, glared at Kate, and stomped off.
Kate could feel the eyes on her from all over the room. Oh yeah, it was old home week for her here at Hiland Mountain, a regular felons reunion. A few minutes later, the officer returned, Victoria Pilz Ba
She didn’t look anything at all like Kate had imagined she would. For one thing, she didn’t look ill, and for another, she didn’t look sixty-seven. She was a tall woman with a thick head of gray hair cut bluntly to a determined jawline and parted over her right eye. Her brow was broad, her eyebrows arched, her nose so high-bridged as to be almost hooked, which it probably would be eventually, her mouth full and firm. She was wearing street clothes, a faded pink T-shirt tucked into a pair of button-front Levi’s, and te
She moved with a brisk step, her shoulders square, no hint of osteoporosis about her. Her cheeks were pink, her wrinkles confined for the most part to the corners of her eyes and mouth, beneath her chin, and on the backs of her hands. Her eyes were dark blue and direct, fixing Kate with a puzzled stare. “You aren’t Caroline.
Kate got up and offered her hand. “No, I’m Kate Shugak.”
Victoria took it automatically in a strong, cool grip, one firm pump and release. “I’m sorry. Have we met?”
“No,” Kate said.
The older woman looked at the table and then at the floor next to Kate’s chair. “Didn’t you bring them?”
“Bring what?”
“The GED workbooks,” the older woman said impatiently.
“I didn’t know I was supposed to,” Kate said.
Victoria Pilz Ba
“I don’t work for the university,” Kate said.
Victoria halted. “Then who the hell are you?”
“I told you. Kate Shugak.”
Victoria tapped her foot. “Is that supposed to mean something to me?” Her eyes narrowed. “Wait a minute. Any relation to Ekaterina Shugak?”
“My grandmother.”
“I see.” A brief pause. “I knew her.”
“Everyone did,” Kate said. There was a sick feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. “Have you talked to your daughter lately?”