At eight-thirty, Andrea Danza finally came out to speak to the reporters. The woman had on her stern, official face, which meant she'd be giving tight-lipped, cautious answers to soften the bad news. Hannah had been down this road with her before. She wasn't in the mood for it.
Danza began the short "briefing," as she called it, by stating that highway patrol still didn't know what had caused the accident. The tires of the truck were intact but there was no information yet about the condition of the brakes, the steering, or other vehicle systems. Danza said that she was not authorized to release the name of the driver until his next of kin had been found and notified. She agreed to answer a few questions.
"Can you tell us anything we hadn't already figured out?" Hannah asked. Her frustration was showing. She didn't care.
Several of the reporters laughed.
"What would you like to know?" Danza asked.
"What do the police think caused the accident?" Hannah asked.
"That's still under investigation."
"Is there any speculation?" Hannah fired back. It was like Ping-Pong. She had to keep going until Danza missed.
"You know that we never speculate on situations of this nature," Danza replied.
"Was the driver drinking?"
"That has not yet been determined."
"Ms. Danza," said another reporter, "is there anything new on the missing engineers?"
"Sadly, no," she said. "That search has been expanded but nothing has turned up."
"Have there been ransom demands?" the report asked.
"No," said Danza.
"What are the patrol boats doing offshore?" Hannah asked.
"They're sweeping for contents of the cab that may have washed out with the tide," Danza replied.
"Was the driver alone?" another reporter asked. The way he asked implied something salacious.
"There is no one else in the truck at present and no evidence that anyone left it," Danza answered.
"It's been over two hours," Hannah said. "How long do you plan on leaving the body in the vehicle?"
That question caught Danza off-guard. Her pause, though momentary, surprised Hannah.
"Until the investigation is complete," Danza said.
"Shouldn't the coroner be involved with this investigation?" Hannah asked.
"By county law and policy, no," Danza replied. "It was the decision of Chief Traffic Investigator Idestrom of the highway patrol to treat this tragic incident as an accident. The CTI invited the sheriff's criminalistics team to work on the driver's remains, and their investigation had been in progress for over an hour. Unless Mr. Gomez and his group finds possible criminal cause and the crash site is turned over to Sheriff Gearhart, the coroner is not required to make an on-site evaluation. Now, if you'll excuse me-"
"Has the criminalistics team found anything to suggest foul play?" Hannah asked. "A stab or bullet wound on the body? Could the driver have picked up a hitchhiker who got off before the truck-"
"It would be premature to comment on any of that while the investigation is ongoing."
"It wouldn't be premature to deny the existence of any marks," Hannah suggested.
"I'm sorry," Danza said, "but I'm not going to comment on any details of this investigation." She excused herself and began walking toward her car, which was parked up on the shoulder with the other cars.
This was bullshit. Hannah knew Andrea Danza and she knew when Danza was stonewalling. There was no ambulance here. No hearse. Two patrol boats were searching the coast Maybe they were looking for beer cans that might have floated from the cab-or maybe they were looking for something else.
Then it hit her.
"Madam Chairperson, is there a body in the truck?" Hannah asked.
The woman kept walking. Hannah was the only reporter who followed her as she opened the car door and got in.
"Ms. Danza, that's an easy question," Hannah pressed. "Can't you give me a yes or no? You said no when someone asked about ransom demands-"
The woman looked up at Hannah. "You don't know how to give a person room."
"For what, Andrea? Wiggling or lying?"
"Breathing," Danza said. "Right now, Ms. Hughes, I wouldn't answer if you asked whether the sun was shining."
"The body's missing, isn't it?" Hannah said. "That's why the coroner's not here."
Danza shut the door and started the car.
"Why are you keeping this from the people?" Hannah yelled as her phone beeped. "What's the problem here?"
Danza drove off. Snarling in frustration, Hannah fished the phone from the pocket of her windbreaker. "Hello?"
"Hannah, it's Caroline Bennett."
"CB, hi," Hannah turned toward the road, looked up at the mountains, tried to put Andrea from her mind at least for a moment. "Thanks for calling back."
"Sorry I couldn't talk before but I've been on the phone," Caroline said. "Plus there's a deputy with me. He's interviewing one of the packers now, so I was able to catch a break. It's been a bad morning."
"I know and I'm sorry," Hannah said. "I was hoping you could tell me what's going on. They've got the crash site sealed off and they won't even tell us if there's a body."
"You're asking the wrong person," Caroline said. "I don't know what the hell's going on."
"What do you mean?" Hannah asked. "You were here before."
"Yeah, and I didn't see much more," Caroline told her. "I came to the crash site. I stood on the road, I identified the truck, and then I was taken to a highway patrol car to answer questions about the driver."
"Weren't you asked to ID the driver?"
"No."
"Did you see him?"
Caroline said she did not.
"Then I'm not understanding this at all," Hannah said. "Who is the driver?"
"Hannah, I can't They'll know where it came from and Gearhart will give me and my drivers trouble-"
"I understand," Hannah said quickly. Screw Danza. She knew how to give a person room when they deserved it. "Can you tell me what kind of questions they asked you?"
"Routine stuff," Caroline told her. "The driver's background, who he hung out with, where be hung out, how long he was with us. The sheriff even wanted to know if he had a dog."
"A dog? Why?"
"Apparently, they found fur in the cab," Caroline said.
"Just fur? No paw prints in the blood?"
"Huh?" Caroline asked.
"I mean, a dog didn't come sniffing around after the accident?" Hannah asked.
"Oh, I don't know," Caroline said. "Listen, I'm getting motioned over by the deputy. I've got to deal with him and then talk to my insurance guy and also see if I can still get fish to my clients. If you need anything else, can we talk later in the day?"
"Sure," Hannah said. "Sorry to keep you and thanks again."
"You're welcome."
Caroline hung up. Hannah slipped her phone back in her pocket. The Wall shambled closer.
"Remember when we used to have to find a phone booth to do this?" the photographer asked.
"Yeah. But I'm not getting any more information than I used to."
"Technology. The great myth of our time."
"Not now, Wall," Hannah said She was looking back at the tent The other reporters were beginning to disperse. Then she looked back up at the mountains. "Something's not right here."