I zipped home, then called Adam. No answer. That was fine--I wasn't calling to get his approval, just to let him know. Adam wouldn't stop me anyway. He was my biggest supporter when I argued for getting out in the field more.
Paige had baked me cookies before she left, and I was filling a box to take when my cell rang. The Doors' "Light My Fire." Adam's picture popped up, a god-awful one of him snapped before his first coffee on a ski trip last winter.
I'd been in love with Adam since I was twelve. I'd grown up secure in the knowledge that while other girls dreamed about their ideal partner, I'd already found mine. I just needed to wait until I was old enough for him to realize I wasn't just his friends' ward; I was his soul mate.
Sixteen sounded about right. By the time I actually reached sixteen, though, I realized it was way too young. No decent twenty-seven-year-old should be interested in a kid that age. Eighteen then. When eighteen passed, I told myself the gap was still too wide. Twenty? Nope. Twenty-one. It had to be twenty-one.
We went out for my twenty-first birthday, just the two of us. That wasn't a sign of anything--we've always been good friends. When he asked where I wanted to go, I said the most expensive place in town, just to give him a hard time. Then I bought a knockout dress, got my hair done, even had a manicure. That night Adam would finally realize the smart-ass, irresponsible Savannah was gone for good. I was a woman now.
If he did notice, it didn't seem to make any difference. I wasn't his friends' ward anymore. I was his coworker and pal and that was all I was ever going to be. Take it or leave it. I'd decided to take it. That didn't mean, though, that my heart didn't flutter every time I heard his ring tone.
"Let me guess," he said when I answered. "You're bored and lonely already."
"Nope. Got a triple homicide with possible ritualistic overtones already."
I gave him a quick rundown.
"Jesse's a good guy," he said when I finished. "You could use the experience. As the senior employee in Paige and Lucas's absence, I'm making an executive decision."
"You like that, don't you?"
"Anything that gives me the upper hand. I promise not to lord it over you when I get there, though."
"You're at a conference. As boring as it might be, you're stuck."
"There are just a couple more seminars I want to sit in on, so I'll leave early and come give you a hand. Jesse's fine, but better to work with someone you know, right? We make a good team."
True. But as much as I loved working with Adam, I really wanted this to be my first solo case. As solo as I could make it, anyway. So I said we'd discuss it later. He was fine with that.
"Now, you're going to stay in Columbus, right? Not commute back and forth."
"It's only an hour drive. I have to come back or Paige and Lucas will know something's up."
"I'll say I sent you out to do legwork for me."
"But the office--"
"--will run just fine without you. Yes, I know you'd rather come home every night, but if you really want field experience, you need to get out in the field and stay there. It's a small town. You have to meld in, become part of the community. It'll be good for you, getting out, mingling, trying to fit in ..."
Mingling with humans. Trying to fit into human society. That's what he meant. Damn.
; I reluctantly agreed. He made me promise to call him with an update tomorrow.
three
I took the back roads to Columbus. Highways and motorcycles don't mix. Neither do motorcycles and the Pacific Northwest. Like Lucas, though, I refuse to yield to the climate. I ride when I can, and have a rainsuit in my saddlebags. I could have taken Paige's Prius, but the forecast was clear for the next week. So I was zooming along, enjoying the ride, when I passed a service station warning "last gas for ten miles," which seemed odd, considering Columbus was only a few miles away. Still, I had under half a tank, so I stopped.
As I filled up, a couple of truckers stood outside a rig, the younger one checking me out, the older one checking out my ride.
"Marlon Brando," the older guy said, nodding at my ride. "That's the bike he had in The Wild Ones."
The younger guy's gaze slithered over me. "So are you a wild one, hon?"
The older one shut him up with a glare, then turned to me. "Where you heading? There isn't much around out here."
I doubted these guys were from Columbus, but if they were on this back road, they were probably familiar with the area.