Here and Gone(81)

Whiteside stopped, looked down at her.

What to do? He could simply leave her there, knowing that Mitchell and her people would come looking for him at some point and find Collins instead. Or he could try to hide her. Maybe move her to the trunk of the rental car that was parked outside.

And what good would that do? Maybe none, but he felt it needed doing anyway.

As he bent down to get hold of Collins’ ankles, his cell phone vibrated in his pocket, causing him to cry out. He grabbed for it and looked at the display, didn’t recognize the number. His thumb went to the green. He put the phone to his ear and said nothing.

After a few moments a man’s voice said, ‘Hello?’

‘Who is this?’ Whiteside asked.

‘Is that Ronnie?’

‘Yes. Who is this?’

‘Hey, Ronnie, how are you? This is Bobby McCall, up in Janus.’

Sheriff Bobby McCall, pushing seventy, had served Janus County for more than forty years. He had two more deputies than Whiteside had, and a better budget.

Whiteside cleared his throat, steadied himself.

‘Hey, Bobby, what can I do for you?’

‘Well, I just got a call over the radio from an even older fart than me, John Tandy, up in the forest here. He has a place out in the middle of nowhere, not far from Lake Modesty, or what used to be Lake Modesty before the drought. Crazy old son of a bitch, he was a survivalist before they even had a name for that. He lives out there with his guns and knives, never leaves the place except to get supplies once a month or so. Anyway, John just called me on the radio – he’s got no phone out there – and he says two kids just showed up on his front step.’

Whiteside swallowed, felt a dizzy wave rush through his head. ‘Two kids?’ he asked.

‘Yessir, a boy and a girl. He says they just walked out of the trees and asked for help. Of course I thought of the trouble you’re having down there in Silver Water and called the station. Couldn’t get through, so I tried your cell phone. I hope you don’t mind.’

Whiteside leaned his forehead against the wall. ‘Not at all. The kids’ father put out a reward and the phone lines have been jammed ever since. You did the right thing. Thank you.’

‘You’re welcome, but the thing is, like I said, John Tandy is about as crazy an old bastard as you’ll ever meet. Not two months ago he radioed to tell me there was government people, NSA or Secret Service or whatever, spying on him through the trees. A month before that, he told me there was UFOs flying over the lake, except they weren’t really UFOs, they were experimental aircraft the government was testing. So, I have to say, there’s a good chance old John somehow heard about the mess down there in Elder, about the two missing kids, and he’s just imagined them appearing on his property. In fact, I’d say it’s probable. He offered to drive them down to me, but I thought I’d check with you first, see how you wanted to play this.’

‘Don’t let him move them,’ Whiteside said, too fast, too hard. He took a breath. ‘It’s just the FBI are running this show. There’s this woman Mitchell.’

‘Is that the black lady I saw on TV?’

‘Yeah, that’s her. She’s a real hard-ass, needs to be in charge all the time. You know the type. She’ll want to organize a team to go up there. If she finds out I let you go past her on this, she’ll tear me a new one. Best to just let her handle it.’

‘I don’t know,’ McCall said. ‘Like I said, John Tandy’s a survivalist, and his cabin’s full of guns from floor to ceiling. He sees feds rolling up, he’s liable to come out shooting.’

‘Tell you what,’ Whiteside said, ‘why don’t I tell Mitchell and her team to stop by your office on the way, take you with them. That way you can smooth things over with this Tandy fella.’

Silence as McCall thought it over for a moment.

‘Well, I guess that’d be all right,’ he said. ‘Like I told you, it’s more than likely it’ll be a waste of everybody’s time. We’ll get out there and old John Tandy’ll say those kids just left ten minutes ago. But if that’s the way you want to do it. You got a number I can reach her on?’

‘Don’t worry, I’ll pass it on,’ Whiteside said. ‘Save you the trouble. You got some GPS coordinates for this place?’

‘Yeah, you got a pen to hand?’

‘Sure do. Go ahead.’

Whiteside scribbled the numbers on the back of his hand, thanked McCall, and hung up. Then he steadied himself against the wall as a torrent of giggles rose in him. He laughed so long and so hard that his knees weakened and his head went light. When he thought he could stand it no longer, he slapped himself hard across the cheek, once, twice, three times. Clarity came back in a brutal wave.

He straightened and said, ‘All right. You know what to do.’

Collins’ body no longer mattered. They would find her soon enough, no matter what he did with her. There was a more urgent task that needed tending to.

Whiteside left the house through the front door and went to the passenger side of his cruiser. Inside, he opened the glove compartment, reached up, and found the phone. He waited while it powered up, then opened the web browser. Within a minute, he had logged in to the forum.

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