So he had robbed others of what he did not have. He had destroyed as he had been destroyed, the point of origin his own miserable lot in life, his own wretched self. I did not feel sorry for him. Nor did I think that he and Carrie were still here in this city, or even anywhere around. She had gotten what she’d wanted, at least for now. The trap I had set had caught only me. She had wanted me to find Benton, and I had.
The final word, I felt sure, would be what she eventually did to me, and at the moment, I was too beaten up to care. I felt dead. I found silence in sitting on an old, worn marble bench in the riotous tangle of Joyce’s overgrown backyard. Hostas, begonias, and fig bushes fought with pampas grass for the sun, and I found Lucy at the edge of intermittent shadows cast by live oak trees, where red and yellow hibiscus were loud and wild.
‘Lucy, let’s go home.’
I sat next to my niece on cold, hard stone I associated with cemeteries.
‘I hope he was dead before they did that to him,’ she said one more time.
I did not want to think about it.
‘I just hope he didn’t suffer.’
‘She wants us to worry about things like that,’ I said as anger peeked through my haze of disbelief. ‘She’s taken enough from us, don’t you think? Let’s not give her any more, Lucy.’
She had no answer for me.
‘ATF and the police will handle it from here,’ I went on, holding her hand. ‘Let’s go home, and we’ll move on from there.’
‘How?’
‘I’m not sure I know.’ I was as truthful as I could be.
We got up together and went around to the front of the house, where McGovern was talking to an agent out by her car. She looked at both of us, and compassion softened her eyes.
‘If you’ll take us back to the helicopter,’ Lucy said with a steadiness she did not feel, ‘I’ll take it on in to Richmond and Border Patrol can pick it up. If that’s all right, I mean.’
‘I’m not sure you should be flying right now.’ McGovern suddenly was Lucy’s supervisor again.
‘Trust me, I’m fine,’ Lucy replied, and her voice got harder. ‘Besides, who else is going to fly it? And you can’t leave it here on a soccer field.’
McGovern hesitated, her eyes on Lucy. She unlocked the Explorer.
‘Okay,’ she said. ‘Climb in.’
‘I’ll file a flight plan,’ Lucy said as she sat in front. ‘So you can check on where we are, if that will make you feel better.’
‘It will,’ McGovern said, starting the engine.
McGovern got on the radio and called one of the agents inside the house.
‘Put Marino on,’ she said.
After a brief wait, Marino’s voice came over the air.
‘Go ahead,’ he said.
‘Party’s taking off. You going along?’
‘I’ll stick to the ground,’ his answer came back. ‘Gonna help out here first.’
‘Got it. We appreciate it.’
‘Tell them to fly safe,’ Marino said.
A campus police officer on bicycle patrol was standing sentry at the helicopter when we got there, and tennis was going strong on the courts next door, balls clopping, while several young men practiced soccer near a goal. The sky was bright blue, trees barely stirring, as if nothing bad had happened here. Lucy went through a thorough preflight check while McGovern and I waited in the car.
‘What are you going to do?’ I asked her.
‘Bombard the news with pictures of them and any other info that might cause someone out there to recognize them,’ she answered. ‘They’ve got to eat. They’ve got to sleep. And he’s got to have Avgas. He can’t fly forever without it.’
‘It doesn’t make sense that it hasn’t been spotted before, refueling, landing, flying, what all.’
‘Looks like he had plenty of his own Avgas right there in his garage. Not to mention there are so many small airfields where he could land and gas up,’ she said. ‘All over. And he doesn’t have to contact the tower in uncontrolled airspace, and Schweizers aren’t exactly rare. Not to mention’ — she looked at me — ‘it has been spotted. We saw it ourselves, and so did the farrier and the director of Kirby. We just didn’t know what we were looking at.’