Glynnis looked sick. "Oh, God, Zach. Will he hurt her?"
"I honestly don't think he will, Glynnie. But I'm operating under the assumption that he's dangerous all the same, and I promise you, I won't rest until we have her back."
"I know you won't." She squared her shoulders. "How did your friend manage to find out what kind of car he's driving?"
"Maggie said as soon as the word went around Pendleton that Escavez had skipped, a private came forward to volunteer that Miguel had won his car from him in a poker game."
"Okay, let me make sure I've got this straight." She repeated the information back to him, including the license-plate number, with no-fuss efficiency.
"Excellent." Hauling her into his arms, Zach gave her a brief hug, then held her at arm's length to look down at her. "The first time I met Lily, she told me you were a lot more grown up than I gave you credit for—and I can see that she was right. I'm real sorry I didn't do better by you, Glynnie."
"What are you talking about? You can be a giant pain in the butt sometimes, but you have never let me down." Grasping his arms, she gave him a shake. "Now," she said briskly, "where will you look first?"
"The ferry terminal. Does anyone have a schedule?"
"If you leave in the next five minutes, you should be in time to check the dock before the eight-oh-five loads," Christopher said. "The boat after that, which is the last to leave the island tonight, is at ten-fifty."
"Let Christopher and me check it out for you, though," David said. "Between us, we know most of the ticket takers, and we probably have a better chance than you of talking them into keeping Escavez's car off the boat if he's there."
"Thanks." Zach gave them a brief description of Miguel, then pulled his keys out of his pocket. "I'll head back to Rosario and see if I can pick up a trail to follow from there. Glynnie, can I take your cell phone?"
"You bet." She went into the parlor to collect it.
When she returned an instant later she handed it to him with a scrap of paper containing two telephone numbers. "The top one is David's cell and the bottom number is for the phone here. Keep in touch. I'll contact the sheriff, then let both of you know what he says."
Within moments the three men were climbing into their vehicles, and Zach followed David's car as it raced along the winding country roads. Reaching a crossroad, the other two men continued straight for the ferry dock, while Zach turned left onto Crow Valley Road to head to the east side of the island. Once alone, the hollow space in his gut began to spread, melting outward like a piece of old film caught in a projector. If anything happened to Lily—
Every word they'd exchanged tonight as a result of her evening-altering declaration played back in his head. He'd told himself that while he clearly could have handled it better, his succinct, dispassionate summation had been necessary to let her know in no uncertain terms that he could never love her. But who the hell was he fooling? That excuse was so full of shit it was a wonder there wasn't a cloud of flies surrounding it.
Lily had accused him of being afraid, and he'd blown the suggestion off. He wasn't a man who thought of himself as being afraid of anything that didn't result in death or dismemberment. But the truth was, he was terrified. He was scared right down to the ground that if he admitted to the feelings that had been growing ever since he'd realized how special she was—and then lost her when she discovered that he didn't have what it took to hold on to love—it would destroy him.
How the hell had he managed to keep the truth from himself, though? He should have known the instant he'd awakened from his dream the other morning and found himself oddly comforted by her presence, realized when holding her had kept at bay the old familiar sense of abandonment the dreams usually left in their wake. He should have known when, beneath his towering relief upon discovering she couldn't possibly be pregnant, there had been the tiniest spark of disappointment that an excellent excuse for hanging on to her had been removed.
Shit. On some level he had known. He just hadn't want to confront it. Exposing emotions was too much like ripping off your armor in the heat of battle. It left you wide open for the knife's plunge or a bullet's destructive, ripping force.
But the raw fact remained, he acknowledged as he pulled into Rosario's parking lot for the second time that evening, that if anything happened to Lily tonight it would kill him every bit as much as it would have if he'd taken the chance and they'd lived together for months or years before she left him. The difference was, he would have had time to bask in her integrity, her honest sexuality, her sweetness.
Right now he had nothing but too few memories.
He didn't know what he expected to find by coming back here. He'd gone over the area pretty damn carefully earlier. But he'd been looking for her then; he hadn't been searching for a clue that might allow him to follow her trail. He headed along the path that led to the point.
A few minutes later, he paused beneath the dense stand of trees to let his night vision establish itself away from the lights. This was pointless. He was following a concrete path, for crissake—it wasn't as if he'd find holes from her spike heels to lead him to her. Bending his head, he dug his fingers into the tight muscles knotting his neck.
A second later he realized the darker shadow he stared at on the ground wasn't part of the tree trunk as he'd first assumed. He squatted and felt a hot zing in his gut when his fingers slid over the smooth leather of Lily's little purse.
Slowly he straightened, the small handbag clutched in his hand. And an icy calm settled over his nerves.
He couldn't afford to race around blind; he needed a plan. But before he could form one of those, he needed to know if Lily was still on the island. He pulled Glyn-nis's cell phone from his pocket and punched in David's number.
"What have you found out?" he demanded the instant his future brother-in-law answered.
"Chris is up checking every car that loads on the boat, but so far neither of us have seen one that fits the description of Escavez's. And no one remembers seeing either him or Lily."
The rush of relief had Zach's spine bowing for a second. Then he pulled himself back upright. "That's good. The longer we can confine Escavez to the island, the better chance we have of finding Lily. And where I was ninety-nine percent certain he had her before, now I'm a hundred percent positive. I just found her purse under the trees near that little park on the point."
The other man swore, and Zach said grimly, "As long as I'm over here, I'm going to drive through the park. It seems a logical place for Escavez to go."
"Try Mount Constitution," David suggested eagerly.
"There's a lookout tower up at the top—he might have headed up there for the night."
"Thanks. I will. Have you heard from Glynnie?"
"Not yet, but I'll call her to pass on your information, and one of us will get back to you."
They disconnected, and Zach headed for his Jeep. He was torn. Most of him wanted Escavez to be somewhere in the park, since it was a specific place to search and his best bet for getting Lily back as soon as possible. But there was a fraction of him that remembered how much the place had frightened her the last time they'd been there. Then he stuffed everything except the need to concentrate into the back of his mind and drove up to the highway, where he turned toward the park.
His sister called to let him know the sheriff's office would be on the look out for Escavez's car. With renewed purpose, he continued on, driving slowly and stopping to peer into anything large enough to shelter a car.
When he rounded a slight bend and his headlights suddenly picked out Lily, carrying her shoes and limping along the shoulder of the road, he stood on the brakes and stared, unable for an instant to believe his eyes.