Ty didn't squirm. Nobody had liked what he'd done. "It was wrong for someone to murder this man, Louis Sanborn. If she wants to do the right thing, she should back off and let the police do their job."
"Not if she's not convinced they're going after the real killer. She'll feel it's her duty not to walk away."
"Because she found Louis," North said.
"Because she thinks she could have saved his life. He offered her a ride, and she refused. If she hadn't-"
"Then we'd have two dead bodies instead of one."
"Carine doesn't see it that way. And," Manny added, with obvious reluctance, "she thinks it's her fault the police are sniffing my trail."
"Is it?"
"Not really. She went screaming out of the house, and I was there. That put me on the scene, but-" He shrugged. "The police have more than that to go on."
North didn't ask what that was. If Manny intended to tell him, he'd already have done it. "Carine sees things the way she wants them to be, not necessarily the way they are. She has a rosy-eyed view of the world. You don't ever see her taking a picture of an osprey ripping apart a baby duck, do you?"
"Christ, North. I just had breakfast."
"You're making too much of her reasoning. She's just bored."
"Maybe. I don't know." Manny leaned back against the soft cushions of the couch and frowned at his longtime friend. "Why haven't you gotten her out of here by now?"
"Timing. She had to go back to the scene. Maybe she had to see you, too, but I should have prevented that. By the time I realized what was going on, she was sitting across from you."
"I should have told you where I was staying."
Ty didn't comment. "If I grabbed her too soon, she'd be impossible to keep still. She'd be back down here in a flash. Now-" He sighed, picturing her as she'd left the hotel. He knew her so well, her body language, the way she thought. "There's a chance."
"You're not giving yourself enough credit. Toss her butt in the back of your truck and beat a path to New Hampshire. You know how to hold a prisoner if you have to."
It had been a long night in his truck, Ty thought. He'd had to move it several times, and he was stiff. "I'm still an outsider in Cold Ridge."
"You've lived there your whole life-"
"Doesn't matter. The Winters have been there since 1800. Figure it out, Manny. I live in their old house."
"Your mother bought the place from a Winter?"
"No. A Winter built it. Last one moved out in 1878. Doesn't matter. I'd be holding a prisoner in enemy territory."
"You mean the bad-ass uncle wants you to go easy on her."
Ty shrugged. "I'm on death row with Gus as it is."
Manny leaned over and poured the last drops of coffee into his cup, not because he wanted more, North thought, but because he needed something to do. "You're sure you're not dragging your heels because you're afraid to face her?"
"I'd be afraid to face her if I'd done something I shouldn't have done. I didn't."
"Right," Manny said with open sarcasm. "Bet Carine looks at it that way, too."
North got to his feet. "I should head out before she gets too big a lead on me. You know what you're doing, Carrera?"
His friend relaxed his guard, his dark eyes showing his tension-his fear. "I came up here to recommend the Rancourts fire Louis Sanborn."
"That's reason for him to kill you, not the other way around."
"Suppose I got to him first, before he could kill me?"
"I'm not speculating, Manny.You want to tell me the whole story, fine. Tell it. Otherwise-"
"I've told you what I can. I don't have the whole story. There are gaps I need to fill in."
"Can you do it from here?" But Manny wasn't going to answer, and Ty didn't push him. "You know how to get in touch with me. Stay safe, okay?"
"If something happens to me and I can't-" He paused, searching for the right words, then went on, "If I can't function, remember I love Val. All right?"
"Yeah, Manny. Sure. She knows-"
"Just remember. I've got computer files-" He broke off. "That's all I'm saying. You'll remember."
North turned to cross the plush carpet, noting a woman with a PalmPilot, making no bones about watching him. A cop. She must have realized she'd been made. It wouldn't be easy to conduct covert surveillance on a man with Manny Carrera's training and experience. Maybe she was the reason for Manny's cryptic comment about loving his wife and computer files.
"One more favor," he said quietly.
Ty glanced back at him, not knowing what to expect.
"Eric-could you look in on my kid if you get the chance? I don't know if Val's talked to him. I haven't talked to either one of them. I don't like the idea of having to explain to the police why I called my family."
"What do you want me to tell him?"
"Not to worry."
Ty nodded without argument, because there was no way to tell Manny Carrera that a fourteen-year-old boy was going to think what he wanted to think, worry if he wanted to worry.
When North got back out to Tremont Street, he noticed the smell of exhaust fumes and the noise of the traffic speeding past him. He was used to making quick switches in his environment, but he'd never liked cities. Carine had been out of his sight for less than fifteen minutes, but he didn't think it'd be difficult to pick up her trail. She was on foot, and she was aimless, restless, ripe for doing something she shouldn't. The Winters were all risk-takers at heart. Even Carine, except none of them saw it.
She was a nature photographer. She had a camera with her. Maybe she'd slipped back into Boston Public Garden to take pictures of the trees.
Ty waited at a red light at the corner of Arlington and Tremont, debating his next move. Head to Copley Square? Turn onto Arlington and check Newbury Street? Or go back to the Rancourt house, or to Inman Square and her apartment-or chuck it and head back to New Hampshire without her. Mind his own damn business.
He hadn't made up his mind when she swooped up from the steps of the subway station on the corner, diving at him as if he'd just tried to mug her. She damn near knocked him on his ass.
He caught her around the middle. "Hey-babe, there are cops all over the place."
"You've been following me. For how long?"
He kept a tight hold on her, taking due note of her strong abdominal muscles and overall increased level of fitness. He'd followed her on her halfhearted run this morning-from the shape she was in, he'd guess she'd had better mornings.
"Not that long," he said. "Take it easy."
"Why should I?"
Good point. He held her arms down, but she kicked him. He had on khakis and his brown leather jacket, too warm for the city temperatures. He'd be working up a sweat with too much more of this. He grabbed her camera bag in self-defense. "Want me to throw this under a car? Come on. Get a grip. I have tender shins."
"You don't have tender anything. When did you get here?"
"Last night."
"You've been following me since last night?"
He dodged her next kick. People passed by, eyeing them nervously, and one guy pulled out his cell phone. North smiled, trying to look nonthreatening, and Carine, apparently realizing the scene she was making, backed off. Strands of hair had pulled out of her loose ponytail. She grabbed her camera bag back and adjusted it on her shoulder, breathing hard, a little wild-eyed.
"Manny sicced you on me, didn't he?" she demanded.
"I had a feeling you wouldn't thank me. Does it feel better to go on the offensive?"
She sighed, shaking her head. "I wish it did. At least I didn't push you out into traffic." She seemed calmer, but Ty could see the effects of the past twenty-four hours in the puffy, dark circles under her eyes, the paleness of her skin, the rigid hold she had on her camera bag. Her eyes, so damn blue, narrowed on him. "Are you on leave? I don't want you wasting any more of it on me. You can turn around and drive back to New Hampshire. There's a deli on Arlington. I'll buy you a sandwich for the road."