"That's right. It is."

She stood in the center of the room, left hand on her left hip and right hand under her chin, inspecting plant location and knickknack placement.

"Are you nervous?"

"Certainly not. I'm tense. That's different." She glanced at the Early American electric, then at her watch. Whatever she saw there didn't agree, so she went to the mantel and added two minutes to the Early American. She straightened a copy of Good Housekeeping that was on an end table next to the couch, picked up a piece of thread from the rug, then went down the hall and into her bedroom. There was a quality of tension to the way she moved that I hadn't seen before.

Pike said, "News crew came to the bank, sniffing around about what she was doing at the Ho Jo with Peter Alan Nelsen. She had the guard throw them out."

"Ah."

"She left early and came home. She's been cleaning all day."

"She's scared. Someone who threatens her sense of identity is about to invade her home."

"Awful lot of cleaning for someone about to invade your home."

"The zen of housecleaning allows one to reach inner peace."

Pike nodded again and sipped more tea. "I've always found that to be true."

I went into the kitchen, made a cup of coffee, then went back into the dining room and sat down with Pike. Karen came out of the hall, stared at the living room for thirty seconds, then went back down the hall. Zen.

I said, "Charlie make contact today?"

Pike shook his head.

"I don't like it. Guys like Charlie don't let it go. They freak out and try to teach you a lesson. He must be working something."

Pike nodded. "You get anything?"

I told him about Gloria Uribe and the Jamaican. Pike said, "The mob doesn't mix with those guys."

I shook my head. "Nope."

Pike said, "Hmm."

At eight minutes before four a black stretch limo came roaring up the street and pulled into the drive. I said, "They're here."

Karen came back down the hall and went to the window. The sea-green top had been replaced by an elegant black sweater and a small but tasteful string of pearls.

Car doors slammed and Karen stepped away from the window. She drew herself up and placed her hands at her sides. "Damnit, I was hoping Toby would get here early." She seemed pale, but maybe it was the light.

I said, "Let's hide and pretend no one's home."

"Very funny."

I'm a riot, you get me going.

She stood in the center of the room and did not move until the doorbell rang. Then she looked at me and said, "I will bet you twenty-five million dollars that the first thing he says will mark him as an asshole."

"Why be defeatist?"

The doorbell, rang again, and she walked to the door and opened it. Peter stalked in with Dani behind him. Nick and T. J. had been left at home. Peter said, "Jesus Christ, you really live out in the goddamn sticks, don't you?"

Karen gave me the flat eyes. "You see?"

The room felt smaller with them in it and the ceiling no longer felt high and peaked. Peter looked around like he was thinking of buying the place, and Dani stood to the side, sort of out of the way, one hand holding the other.

Karen said, "Would either of you care for something? I have soft drinks and beer and I made iced tea." The corners of her mouth were tight.

Dani said, "No, thank you."

Peter said, "I'll take a brewski. You got a Bud?"

Karen went into the kitchen without saving anything.

Peter winked at me and smiled. "She's doing okay, isn't she? If you'd known her back in L.A., you'd never believe it."

I said, "Peter. Go easy on that."

He looked confused. "What?"

Karen came back with a bottle of St. Pauli Girl and a glass and a napkin on a Dansk tray. Peter took the bottle but not the glass. "You know I never use a glass."

Karen said, "I forgot."

"Sure."

Karen offered Dani a seat on the couch, then took one of the wingback chairs. I sat at the dining-room table with Joe Pike. Peter had some of the beer and went over to the mantel and looked at the pictures. It was five minutes to four and we were having just a fine ole time.

Peter said, "Guess it was too much to hope you'd have a couple shots of me up here."

Karen made her lips into a small hard rosebud.

"You know, for the boy."

She looked out the window, then checked her watch.

Peter crossed the living room and sat on the other wing chair. He spread his legs under the coffee table and held the beer without drinking it. He said, "I'm not trying to create a problem for you."

Karen said, "Of course."

"I just want to know my son."

"He should be here anytime."

Peter nodded and drank some of the beer and didn't say anything. Karen stared out of the window. Dani stared at the floor. Pike sat immobile, safely hidden behind the dark glasses. Maybe if I asked he would loan the glasses to me and I could pretend I wasn't here, either. I made a little face at him to see if he was looking, but he didn't react, so maybe he wasn't. Of course, he might be pretending that he wasn't. You never know with Pike.

At ten minutes after four Peter said, "I thought the kid was supposed to be here at four."

Karen leaned forward a fraction of an inch. "Don't call him 'the kid.' His name is Toby."

Peter spread his hands and nodded and stared off into space some more.

At fourteen minutes after four Karen's orange and white cat came out of the hall, walked across the living room, and sniffed at Peter. Peter reached down to pet it, then thought better of it and drew back his hand. Guess the scratches hadn't healed from before.

At twenty-two minutes after four Karen looked at her watch, then at the Early American clock, then frowned. Toby should've been home.

At twenty-eight minutes after four Peter put his hands on his knees and stood up and said, "What the hell is this? Is the boy coming or not?"

Karen stood up with him and her nostrils were tight. "He's having a hard time, Peter. He was nervous about meeting you. He didn't sleep well and he's scared."

"What'd you tell him about me, that I eat rat turds?"

Karen made a hissing sound and went into the kitchen and picked up the phone. "I'll call the school."

Peter walked around in a little circle, then sat down again. Dani put a hand on his shoulder.

Six minutes later Karen came out, worried. 'They said he left forty-five minutes ago."

I said, "How long is the ride from school?"

"No more than ten minutes."

Peter said, "Jesus Christ, you think he ran away?"

Karen got her purse and her keys from the hutch in the dining room and went to the front door without saying anything. I got up with her, looking at Pike. "I'll go with her. You hang here."

Pike nodded, the black lenses moving just enough to catch the light.

Peter said, "Hey, I'll come, too."

Karen said, "No," and when Peter started to get up, Pike gently pushed him back down. "Not this time."

Peter said, "Hey," and tried to get up again, but Pike kept him in the chair, standing so close that Peter couldn't get the leverage to rise. Peter said, "What in hell you doing?"

Dani stood and took a step forward, but I shook my head once and she stopped. Pike leaned down close to Peter, Pike's face maybe six inches from his, letting Peter stare into the glasses, and said, "It's better if she goes without you." Pike's voice was soft and even.

Peter squinted into the dark and stopped trying to get up. "Sure."

Karen was already climbing into the LeBaron when I got out the front door. Her back was stiff and her jaw was tight and she overcranked the engine, grinding the starter gears.

We drove to the school and circled the campus twice and then went into town and back out to the school. We took a shortcut that Karen thought Toby might've taken, but he wasn't there, either. We drove for over an hour and we saw no sign of him until we were heading back toward her house on a part of the road that was between two wide, flat fields overgrown with a heavy wild rye that was dying from the cold.