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"All right" was all she said.

We made our way down the walkway, she close at my side, our bodies almost touching.

"By the way, did you ever get a new coat?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"You'll need one with winter coming on."



"The one I have will do."

"Perhaps I could get you one," I said tentatively. "You've been so good to Billy. I'd like to..."

She smiled. "That's very nice of you, Cal, but I won't need a coat."

We continued on, past Port Alma's main street, its few small lights flickering distantly behind us, then turned on to the narrow road that led to Dora's house. The moon was full and bright, enough to light our way.

As we walked, I began to feel and hear every sight and sound to a strangely heightened degree, all my senses suddenly on point, the night wind more delicate, the whispery movement of our bodies more tender, the whole world immeasurably soft and frail, as if caught in a hushed suspension, awaiting my next move.

I felt my hand reach for Dora's, then hesitate and draw back. It was a kind of fear I had never known before, and it seemed both anguished and infinitely thrilling.

As we neared her house, I could hear the sea churning softly in the distance.

"It's a beautiful sound," I said. "The sea. Especially at night."

"Yes, it is."

"Does it help you sleep?"

She shook her head. "No."

I inched toward the forbidden. "What would?"

"The desert," she replied. "Sometimes, when the wind blows over it, the desert sounds like the sea. Very peaceful."

"You've lived in the desert?"

"When I was a little girl."

She glanced up at me. Her hair glimmered in the moonlight. It was all I could do not to touch it.

"You must have been a beautiful little girl, Dora."

Something tensed in her eyes, but she said nothing. Instead, she tilted her head toward the stars.

I knew that the pa.s.sage of the years would surely modify the pain I felt when I was with her, smooth its sharp edges, and yet, at that moment, as I stood beside her in the darkness, saying nothing of what I actually felt, I could not imagine that this ache would ever end, that there would ever be a time when I no longer felt it.

All of that surged within me, but once again I managed to contain it, give no hint of the rising water I was drowning in.

"Well, good night, then," I said.

She didn't turn, didn't go. Instead, she held her place, still looking up at the night sky. And I thought, She doesn't want to go in. She wants to be with me. Here. In this darkness.

"I had a telescope when I was a boy," I told her. "I learned all the constellations. But I've forgotten most of them since then. Except for Diana."

She laughed, a soft, tripping laughter that seemed to lift her toward some world she'd only glimpsed before.

"What's so funny?"

"I thought she might be the one you remembered."

"Why is that?"

"Because she's the huntress," Dora said. "She would appeal to you."

"Why would a huntress appeal to me particularly?"

"You'd like the hint of danger."

"Not at all. I like everything safe."

She c.o.c.ked her head almost playfully, a gesture I'd never seen before. "I don't believe that," she said.

"I can prove it."

"Go ahead, then," she said in mock challenge.

I released truth like an arrow aimed at her heart. "I go to wh.o.r.es."

A darkness gathered in her face.

"It's the only kind of 'romantic' relation I've ever had," I added. "And what could be safer than that? No risk. No risk at all. Of anything."

She smiled very delicately, and to my surprise took my arm and urged me forward, toward the house, leaves tumbling before us in small, frantic circles.

"I'll always remember you, Cal," she said.

There was an unmistakable finality in her voice, so I realized absolutely that she was going, that she had always known she would be going, perhaps even known the date of her leaving on the day that she arrived in Port Alma. That was why she'd have no need for a new coat. Because by winter, she would be gone. It was also the reason she'd so emphatically refused even to discuss taking over the Sentinel. She was going. She was leaving me behind like something whirling in her white wake. And there was nothing I could do about it.

And so, at her door I said only, "Well, I've brought you safely home."

"Good night, Cal," she said, then disappeared into the house.

I walked to the edge of the yard, stopped, and turned. I saw her step to the window, draw the curtains together. Then, one by one, the lights went out inside. And yet, I didn't leave. Instead I remained in place, watched the darkened windows, imagined her beyond them, sinking down upon her pillows, lying sleepless in the darkness, perhaps thinking of that very desert she'd mentioned minutes before, the one place where she'd found peace, and to which, I knew now, she would soon be returning.

And so, when Hedda Locke turned toward me, her face framed by the desert landscape that swept out beyond her window, I imagined that it might be Dora, the same green eyes upon me as they had been that night, a pair of gold-rimmed gla.s.ses held delicately in her hand.

But it was an entirely different woman who faced me, older, and clearly quite ill.

I took off my hat as I stepped into the room. "My name is Calvin Chase," I said.

She leaned forward, squinted. "You can go, Maria," she said to the small, plump woman who'd escorted me into the dusty room where she lay. Despite the suffocating heat, she was wrapped in an Indian blanket, her fingers curled around a steaming cup of coffee.

"Sheriff Vernon told me where to find you," I said when Maria had left us.

"He must have been surprised that I came back." Hedda fingered her blanket. "Everybody was. The return of the prodigal daughter."

Her hair was jet black but streaked with iron, her eyes sunken, two rheumy, dark pools. She started to speak, stopped abruptly, and coughed into a dark red handkerchief. Once the spasm had pa.s.sed, she brushed her mouth roughly, then lowered her hand into her lap. "Sorry," she said almost bitterly. "I've not been well." She glanced out the window, into the blinding sunlight beyond it, a white-hot sweep of desert sand. "I didn't want to come back here, but I owned this little house. Free and clear." She shifted slightly and a pair of small brown feet peeped from the blanket. "They said it would help me. Coming back here. The climate. The dryness." She fanned herself with an open hand. "A good place to die."

I saw something of the thwarted life she'd lived, felt the death that would soon bring it to an end. "I'm sorry," I told her.

She looked at me intently, like someone studying a map. "Maria said you came all the way from Maine."

"Yes."

"What are you looking for, Mr. Chase?"

"Catherine Shay."

The oldest of her wounds opened before my eyes.

"So this is really about Adrian Cash," she said. "What I did to Catherine by saving his life. You'd have thought him being locked up would have been enough to ease her mind." She fell silent for a moment, then said, "Tell me, do the people in Twelve Palms still believe I fell in love with Adrian?"

"I don't know."

"Well, suppose I did. You can't help who you fall in love with, can you?"

I heard my own fated p.r.o.nouncement: I love you, Dora.

"No," I said. "You can't."

"Well, just for the record, I fell in love with my duty, not Adrian Cash," Hedda said. "My duty as a lawyer. And they never forgave me for it." She wiped a line of sweat from her upper lip with her hand. "End of story."

"It's not the end of Catherine's. She's still running from him."

She squinted slightly. "You look like a priest, Mr. Chase. One of those worldly priests." She sucked in a raspy breath. A hot breeze rustled the blanket at her feet, sent tremors through her hair. "You know the type. A fallen, fallen man."

I saw Dora's house swing into view, blurry through the sheeting rain, my brother's car in the muddy driveway, felt my feet press down upon the sodden earth, my body move forward through silver wires of rain.

"The type who can't forgive himself," Hedda said.

The stairs creaked as I went up them, a chorus of tiny, aching cries.

"Something eating at him. Something he did."

The door was partly ajar. I stopped, a moment, nothing more, then pressed my hand against it, called her name, Dora.

"Something..."

Then stepped inside, searching for her in the dim light, finding someone else instead. "... terrible."

William.

Hedda's eyes now bore into mine so fiercely that for an instant I believed she'd seen the images in my mind. "Well, I'm like that too," she said. "Fallen. Because of what I did. Saving Adrian Cash from the hangman. What that did to Catherine."

The only words I could muster were "Help me find her."

"You shouldn't have much trouble doing that," Hedda said bluntly. "She's not hiding anymore."

"Why not?"

"Because Adrian Cash is dead. Died three months ago in the state prison." She turned toward the small table that stood beside the couch. "He willed me his entire estate." She pulled open a drawer, reached inside, and drew out a battered silver ring. "This is it," she said as she handed it to me. "All he had left."

I turned the ring over in my fingers.

"I don't know where Catherine Shay is, Mr. Chase," Hedda said. She plucked the ring from my fingers, her eyes still on me intently. "But I'm sure her father knows that Adrian is dead. That Catherine is safe now. And so, like I said, she doesn't have to run anymore, hide anymore. My guess is, her father's probably already gotten in touch with her, told her to come home."

I suddenly felt Dora so near to me that I could all but feel her breath in my hair. "Home?" I asked.

Hedda nodded toward the window. "Not far from here." She pointed toward a line of dark, ragged cliffs that rose in the distance. "She's out there somewhere. With her father. In the mountains."

At that moment, as I've since calculated, she was sitting on a granite stone, her legs drawn up beneath her, peering into an icy mountain stream.

Chapter Twenty-two.

Billy was at the window when I came into the study.

"How are you doing?" I asked.

"Fine," he answered softly. He continued to stare out into the yard. He was fully dressed, sitting in an upright chair, both hands on the handle of his cane, ma.s.saging it rhythmically.

"You're low on firewood," I told him. "I'll get some from the bas.e.m.e.nt."

He continued to stare out the window.

"It won't take long," I a.s.sured him. "I'll try not to disturb you."

He said nothing until I turned to leave. Then he said, "That woman, the one you visit in Royston. Do you ever feel anything for her, Cal?"

"No."

"Nothing at all?"

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