Assassin

'What was that, then?'

'Find out what that boy's doing. And tell him to stop it.'

21

Sooner or later they had to leave the ranch, and Maddy insisted on making a day of it. She told Carver she'd figured out an itinerary. He couldn't think of any good reason to say no, other than bone idleness, so he went along for the ride. Maddy drove them up to Lake Cascade, where they swam in cold, fresh water and lay on the shore, side by side, letting the sun dry their bodies. Carver had to admit the itinerary was working well so far. He couldn't work out why he'd not spent more mornings like that. What had he been doing all his life that was so much better?

Afterwards they headed into Cascade itself, a low-rise cluster of homes, stores and business units either side of the broad, dusty highway. Maddy parked next to a hot-dog stand: a caravan with fabric awning stretched over it, sheltering a bunch of green plastic garden chairs and camping tables. 'Make mine a chilli dog,' she said.

'Yes, ma'am.'

Carver got out of the Bronco and walked over towards the caravan. There was a counter with a middle-aged woman in a floral top standing behind it. From the corner of his eye, Carver saw another car pull into the lot, a silver-grey sedan. He had a feeling he'd seen it on the road earlier that day, but maybe not. It was just another boring car, there must have been millions just like it.

'What can I get you?' the woman asked.

'One chilli dog, please, and I'll have…'

There was a man getting out of the car. He was heading towards the Bronco. Carver couldn't see the man's face: he was bearded and wearing shades and a New York Yankees baseball cap. But there was something about him that seemed to nag at his memory. The way he walked, maybe: Carver couldn't place it.

'You made up your mind, hon?' said the woman, putting the chilli dog on the counter in front of him.

Carver frowned, sighing, trying not to lose the path back to his memory of this man. It was there somewhere, he was sure. But no, too late, it had gone.

'Ah… give me another just like that,' he said, pointing at the chilli dog.

The man was talking to Maddy. What the hell was going on? Tyzack had used the tracker to follow the lovebirds out to the lake and then into town. The moment he saw Carver get out of Cross's truck, he decided to make his move. He walked across to the Bronco.

'G'day,' he said. His Australian accent wasn't the best in the world, but he was sure it was good enough to fool a Yank. He walked alongside the car and sidled up close to the woman still sitting in the driver's seat, leaning forward a little to invade her personal space and make her nervous.

'Can I help you?'

Her voice was steady, just an edge of irritation. She wasn't the kind to panic. Tyzack liked that: made her more of a challenge, more enjoyable to break.

'Yeah, I just wondered… I'm trying to get up to Meadows, is this the right road?'

'Sure. Just keep right on up through Donnelly and McCall, it'll take you straight there.'

'Thanks, love.'

He didn't move, just stood there, looking at her.

'Anything else?' she asked. ' 'Cause my boyfriend's just about to come back with our order, and you wouldn't want to upset him.'

'Strewth, is he a fighter? Glad you warned me, love. And listen, if he ever gets bored with you, the sloppy seconds'll see me right.'

'Get lost, jerkoff.'

'Don't spit the dummy, I'm going. Don't want any aggro with that bastard boyfriend. Cheers!'

Then Damon Tyzack turned and strolled back to his car, barely able to keep the grin off his face. 'What was that about?' Carver asked, handing Maddy her dog.

'Just some creep. Forget about it.'

Maddy took a bite out of her hot dog, floored the accelerator and swerved out of the parking lot with one hand on the wheel, racing away like a getaway driver leaving a bank-job, taking her anger out on the road. Carver couldn't help but notice that as furious as she was, she remained in total control of the car. Maybe her dad had taught her that, along with the mechanics. Or maybe she'd learned from someone with a professional interest in developing her skills.

They were heading south out of town, back towards the ranch, when Maddy shouted at him over the roar of engine, tarmac and wind, 'I thought we'd start the day nice and easy. You ready for some action now?'

***

They rafted the North Fork Payette River down from Cabarton Bridge to Smith's Ferry, riding rapids that provided the perfect amount of heart-pumping, drenching excitement to put smiles back on both their faces. The wooded banks of the canyon ran with wild deer. Bald eagles and osprey wheeled in the sky above the near wilderness. By the time they got back to the car, they were mellow with the contented exhaustion induced by hard but pleasurable physical activity. Carver had a powerful urge for a cold beer and a big, fat cheeseburger. They pulled into the first roadside place they could find. It didn't look fancy, just a windowless one-storey unit surrounded by a parking lot, but he wasn't feeling choosy.

Maddy went to the ladies' room while Carver went to the bar, ordered two beers, a burger and a chef's salad, then took the drinks over to a quiet table in the corner. Maddy returned, they chinked their glasses together and sat for a while in what seemed to him like companionable silence till she asked him, 'OK, what's the matter?'

'Nothing, I'm really happy.'

'You don't sound it.'

Carver gave a rueful chuckle. 'Sorry. I'm just not used to it, you know, happiness. Don't know what to do with it.'

'How do you mean?'

He screwed up his face, had some more beer and said, 'I was given away when I was a baby, by my mother. I was adopted. My new parents tried their best, but their hearts weren't in it.'

She reached across and touched him: 'I had no idea…'

'How could you?'

He paused for a moment while the waitress brought their orders. As she left the table, Carver watched her for a second and then caught the eye of a massive lump of muscle sitting up by the bar dressed in jeans and a black leather biker's waistcoat. He had razor-cut blond hair, a beefy, sunburned face and a neck so thick it seemed to flare out in a single diagonal line from his jawline to his shoulders. It was very possible, Carver thought, that the man's collar-size was higher than his IQ, and the guy next to him didn't look any smaller or more intelligent. The only thing different about the second man was that he didn't wear a waistcoat, but he did have a close-cropped beard. Now he saw Carver too. Both men raised their shot-glasses mockingly, downed their drinks in one and then stared leeringly at Maddy.

'Ignore them,' she said. 'Go on with what you were saying.'

'Well, I left school and went into the Marines. Just as I was coming to the end of my time, I met this girl called Kate. We were going to get married. Only that never happened…'

Maddy said nothing, knowing the effort it was taking Carver to reveal himself, knowing also what it said about his feelings for her that he thought she was worth it.

He turned his head away. The guys at the bar had finished their second drinks and were ordering another round with the grim relentlessness of men aiming to get very drunk, very fast.

Carver turned back to Maddy. 'She died,' he said. 'Well, she was killed, a hit-and-run driver. They never caught the bastard.'

'So you were abandoned again,' Maddy said. 'And the night we met, same thing. Do you remember, I said I'd got you on the rebound? You went, "You got me sooner than that. I hadn't finished hitting the wall."'

Carver was grateful for the chance to laugh. 'That sounds right. We got back together, you know, me and Alix.'

Maddy tried to make her voice sound casual as she asked, 'What happened?'