Snowbound by Blake Crouch Read Free Book Online

ho to devote money and manpower to these murders. There’s more pressing business, and since this isn’t directly drug-related, it’s a second-tier priority.”
    “Have you contacted the other women’s families?”
    “Tyrpak’s husband killed himself three years ago. Dillon’s husband won’t talk to me. He’s got a new wife, new baby, wants nothing to do with the past.”
    “I can understand that.”
    Kalyn gathered up the photographs and the map and shoved them into the manila folder, dropped it all in her briefcase. She stood up.
    “So when would this happen?” Will asked.
    “I was kind of hoping we could go in the morning.”
    “Tomorrow? That’s sooner than—”
    “You’re still a fugitive. What’s to say you won’t disappear tonight when I leave?”
    “I thought you believed me.”
    “I do. Not sure I’m ready to put my career on the line for it, though. Besides, would you rather sit around waiting, anticipating?”
    “I’d have to bring my daughter.”
    “Fine.”
    “That truck out there is all I’ve got, and it won’t make the trip to Phoenix and back.”
    “You can ride down with me. I’m staying at the Mesa Verde Inn. I’ll come by at seven to pick you up.”
    Will stood. “We’ll be here.”
    Kalyn lifted her briefcase, reached out, and this time, Will took her hand.
    “You’re still tortured,” she said.
    “Yeah.”
    “Comb the Internet for news items about her every day, don’t you? Anonymous calls to police stations across the Southwest to see if any bodies have turned up?”
    “I just need to know what happened to her, and how it happened. It kills me not knowing where her body is. It’s stupid, I know. It shouldn’t matter, but it does. You know what I mean?”
    Something in Kalyn’s eyes told him that she did.
    “It was good to meet you, William Innis.”
    “Will.”
    He walked her out to the car.
    When she was gone, he stood in the driveway in the dark, breathing in the cold chill of the autumn night.
    Then he crawled under the truck to finish changing the oil.

14

Will knocked on the door.
    His daughter yelled,
“What?”
and he walked in, saw her sprawled on her back on the bed, staring at him upside down, the cordless phone held to her chest. “What?” she whispered.
    “I need to talk to you. Now.”
    “About that woman?” she mouthed.
    He nodded.
    She brought the phone back to her ear, said, “Christie, I gotta go. Okay. Okay. You tell me what he says. Bye, sweetie.”
    Will pulled the chair out from the desk and sat down.
    “Who was that woman?” she asked.
    “Her name’s Kalyn Sharp, and she’s an FBI agent.”
    His daughter sat up quickly. “Are they taking you, Dad?”
    “No, honey, no. She believes me.”
    “It’s about Mom.”
    “She thinks she knows who killed her.”
    She took a sharp intake of breath. “Who?”
    “This man … fook, that’s not important. She thinks maybe I’ve seen him before, back when we lived in Ajo. She wants me to try to ID him. So we’re all going down to Phoenix first thing in the morning. We’ll ride with Ms. Sharp. Honey, it’s okay.”
    His daughter turned over and wept into her pillow. Will climbed in bed with her. He pulled her into his lap, ran his fingers through her hair.
    After awhile, she rolled over and wiped her eyes, her face red, tear-streaked.
    “This FBI woman really believes you didn’t hurt Mom?”
    “Yeah,” Will said. “She knows I didn’t.”
    She sniffled, wiped her nose.
    “I want to ask you something,” Will said, “and you can tell me the honest truth. I won’t be mad, no matter what you say.”
    “What?”
    “Did you … do you ever wonder if I had something to do with what happened to Mom?”
    His daughter stared at the poster on the ceiling, at the two lava lamps glowing on her desk, at the piles of clothing scattered across the floor. She pried off the black curls that had stuck to the tears on her face and finally looked her father in the eye.
    “It would be a