Dan brings the phone to his brother.
"They want you to keep talking to them until the ambulance comes. Can you do that?"
Burt takes the phone. "Go," he says. "Find Sylvie."
Dan turns but instead of starting for the front door, he disappears through an interior doorway. He's back in a second. His studiously vacant expression triggers a spasm of suspicion in my brain.
"Dan, where did you go?"
He ignores my question, and heads outside.
I follow, too, but pause once, to turn at the doorway. “Tell the police where we've gone."
Burt nods. I breathe the scent of his blood one more time before hurrying to catch up with his brother.
CHAPTER 18
PALM CANYON IS A DESERT ANOMALY. AN OASIS tucked between canyon walls fed by an underground stream. When we pull into the parking lot, there are a half dozen cars lined up near the ranger station. Hikers, no doubt. There's no one on duty in the station on a Friday afternoon, though. State budget limitations have made it impossible to have full-time rangers.
Dan hasn't said a word. Wouldn't look at me or answer the question of where he went when he left his brother and me. I know how afraid he is for his daughter. I also know that kind of fear leads you to try stupid and desperate things. I'll have to keep an eye on him.
When we've parked and are out of the car, I stop him before he heads for the trail. He looks at me with the same blank expression.
"Let me take the lead," I tell him. "Alan doesn't know who I am. He does know you. If I go first, we may be able to surprise him."
He shakes his head. "You don't know what he looks like. You don't even know what Sylvie looks like."
"Dark hair, shoulder length, about five feet five inches tall, 120 pounds. She has her father's eyes."
He looks like I've just performed a magic trick.
"There was a picture on the table in the living room."
"You got all that from a picture?"
"It's what I do. Trust me. I'd ask you to stay here, but I know you wouldn't. All I am asking is that you don't try anything foolish and you don't get in my way."
His nod is wooden and not very convincing. But I understand. When my niece was in trouble, no force in the world could have stopped me from helping her.
We start into the canyon. It's after two in the afternoon and shadows are already lengthening. When we come to the first fork in the trail, Dan doesn't hesitate, but points to the right. We pass a group of hikers coming out.
I stop them. "We're looking for friends of ours. A couple. Did you pass anyone in the last half hour or so?"
A blonde wearing biker shorts and a tank top steps forward. She glances over my head. "We did pass someone. Your name isn't Dan, is it?"
Dan gives a startled jerk beside me. He steps in front. "Yes."
She frowns. "He said to tell you that they'd wait for you. That you would know where."
She looks to her companions with an expression that makes me suspect she wants to say more.
"Was there something else?" I prod.
She nods. "I may be reading too much into this, but I don't think the woman wanted to go with him. She was crying. I asked if she needed help, but she said no. The guy kept stroking her hair. He wouldn't let go of her arm. It was creepy. I was going to report it at the ranger station."
Dan doesn't wait to hear more. He starts down the trail at a run.
The blonde and her friends look like they might follow him. I touch her arm to get her attention. "There's no one at the ranger station. Call the police. Tell them which trail we took but warn them that it's a hostage situation."
The girl and her hiking buddies still look more excited than concerned. "Don't follow us," I snap at them. "This is not a game. There's a woman in danger, and you could get her killed. Get out of the canyon and call the police."
I can't wait to see if they'll do as I ask since Dan is out of sight. Once I make sure no one can see me, I race to catch up with him, vampire speed kicking in. I have no idea where we're going, but I do know I want to get there first. In seconds I've caught up with him. I drag him to a stop with a hand on his arm.
He whirls around, his face a mask of rage. "What do you think you're doing?"
But it's not the expression on his face or the anger in his voice that gives me pause. It's the gun. He's holding a gun. A Glock that's now pointed right at my chest.
I have to fight my first impulse, to wrench it out of his hand and hit him over the head with it. I understand now why he disappeared for a minute back at the house. He went to get this—a wicked-looking Glock.
I hold out my left hand, palm up, and increase the pressure on his arm with my right. I use my best calm voice to reason with him. “That gun isn't a good idea. You'd better give it to me."
He ignores my outstretched hand as completely as he ignores my reasonable voice. He tries to pull away, but I'm too strong. If he was thinking clearly, he'd probably wonder about that. Instead, he tries to fight me.
It's no contest. When I've got the gun and his face is contorted with the pain of my grasp, his expression crumbles. "What are you doing? We have to save Sylvie."
"We will. But we'll do it my way."
He stops fighting and I let go of his arm. To his credit, he doesn't grab his forearm and rub even though I know it must hurt like a son of a bitch.
I slip his gun into the waistband of my jeans, unclip my own. "How much farther?"
His eyes start to clear. "About half a mile. There's a wading pool at the end of this trail. At this time of year, there won't be anyone around. The water is too cold."
I nod. "Are you going to be all right?"
"When we get my daughter back." His voice is thick with worry.
"Then let's go."
We walk quickly and quietly along a dirt path that cushions our footfalls. The path winds through thick vegetation, screening our approach as effectively as it hides the location of our quarry. When I hear the spill of water into the rock basin, I know we're close.
I put a finger to my lips and whisper, "Where?"
Dan points ahead and to the right.
But before I can react, a taunting voice from that direction calls out. "Dan? Is that you? Come out, come out wherever you are. Sylvie needs you."
There's a whimper and a short cry, as if he's yanked Sylvie's hair or pinched her so that she'd do just that.
He called for Dan. No mention of anyone else. I pull Dan's head down so that I can whisper in his ear. "Go out. I'll be right behind you. Keep him talking."
Dan nods. His face has lost the sharpness of his anger. The only emotion stamped there now is concern.
"We'll get Sylvie out safely."
I'm not sure he hears me. He walks away, calling out, "Sylvie, honey, it's Dad. Where are you, baby?"
A small voice answers from about one hundred feet ahead. "Here. By the pool."
Her words are cut short and in their place, the male voice snaps out in contempt, "Yeah, Daddy. By the pool. Come join us. We wouldn't think of starting this party without you."
Dan gets several steps ahead before I veer off the path and let his voice guide me. My plan is to go around the pool, get behind Sylvie and her abductor and spring myself on him before he realizes I'm there. I allow the animal to take control of the human. I make no noise at all as I move toward them.
Dan's voice is plaintive. "Why are you doing this, Alan? You love Sylvie, I know you do. Why would you want to hurt her?"
"I do love her. But you've spoiled it. You've made her think I'm not good enough. Well, it worked. I'm not good enough. But no one would be. I'm going to spare her the pain of finding that out."
"Please. Think about what you're doing." Dan's voice is abruptly silent. Then, "Sylvie. I'm so sorry. What has he done to you?"