Powerhouse. Rebecca York
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call him and find out what he knows.”
Matt felt desperation warring with hope. Maybe this man had some information that would lead them to Trevor, but he knew that they had to be cautious. “We can’t call,” he said.
Her instant disappointment tore at him. “Why not?”
“For starters, my phone might be tapped.”
“Even your cell phone?”
“Yeah. And if they’re listening in on me, they’ll go right to Jack Maddox’s house. Or—it could be a trap. Suppose it’s not really a guy looking for his brother. Suppose the bad guys put up this site to find people they’d kidnapped when they were kids.”
She winced. “Why would they do that?”
“Hell, I don’t know. To get us back. Or to find out who remembers what. Maybe when somebody remembers they wipe out his memory again.”
She gave a little nod. “I didn’t think of that. It sounds so diabolical.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve rolled it around in my mind for years.”
“That’s what you were doing when I’d wake up and find you lying there, and I’d know you hadn’t been sleeping?” “Yes.”
“I wish I’d known what you were going through.” “I was hiding it from you—and everybody else. I wanted to seem normal.” “Oh, Matt.” “Don’t pity me.”
“I …” she stopped and started again. “You think someone is listening to your phone calls?”
“I don’t know!” he answered, managing not to shout but knowing that he was going to lose control if he wasn’t careful. He turned back to the screen. “Look at how this Web site is set up. Let’s assume Maddox is for real. He’s being cautious, too. He’s not saying a lot. If I hadn’t seen that star, I wouldn’t have remembered anything. I wouldn’t have thought about contacting the guy.”
She scrolled through the material again and turned back to him. “I … guess you’re right. We can’t call, but what are we going to do?”
“Tomorrow, we go see the guy.”
She looked from him to the screen and back again. “But he’s in Rapid City, South Dakota.”
Matt checked the mileage on Google. It’s about 365 miles. We can be there in two hours.”
She gave him a questioning look. “How?”
“We’ll fly.”
“But if we’re trying to—” she stopped and gestured with her hand “—trying to hide our plans, won’t there be a record of our reservations?”
“We’re not making reservations. I have a Cessna at the Yuma Municipal Airport.”
“A Colorado town of three thousand has an airport?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay. And why do you have a plane there?”
He turned his hand palm up, thinking that they’d cut through a lot of his barriers in the short time she’d been here. He’d never discussed his feelings with anyone, but he was doing it now. “The ranch is my home. But sometimes I feel the place closing in on me, and I need to get away. When I do, I take off and fly somewhere I haven’t been before—where I can lose myself for a while.”
“It’s because of that holding cell,” she whispered. “I guess so.”
Because he was too restless to sit, he stood and walked to the window, where he stared out into the darkness, wishing he could blot out the scenes playing through his head.
He knew why he had wiped away the memories of his time in captivity. They were too awful for a twelve-year-old boy to remember and too awful for him now.
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