Pike said, “Either way, we have a bigger problem than the police. The shooters knew our location at both safe houses. They had her when she was with the marshals and again when Bud took her to a hotel. You see how it is?”

Even with the water, Cole lowered his voice. Now he understood why Pike wouldn’t talk in front of the girl.

“Someone on her side is giving her up.”

“I took her. I cut Bud and the feds out of the loop. I figure as long as no one knows where she is, I can protect her.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Find Meesh.”

Cole glanced at the printout again. Currently believed to be residing in Bogotá, Colombia.

“Meesh might not even be in Los Angeles. He might be back in Colombia.”

“He’s tried to kill this girl five times. You don’t want someone dead that badly, then go away and hope it gets done-you make sure it happens.”

Pike went to the pad and pen Cole kept by his phone and scribbled something.

“I dropped the Jeep and got a new phone. This is the number.”

Cole’s insides felt queasy, but he felt that way often since he was shot. The doctors said it would take time. They said it might never be better.

“You have any idea who’s giving her up?”

“Bud is working on it, but who can I trust? Might be one of his people. Might even be one of the feds.”

Cole put the number aside. He turned back to the pan and laid in the vegetables. The pan was too hot, but he loved the smell when they hit the hot steel.

Cole and Pike had been through a lot. They had been friends a long time. When Cole woke from his coma, Joe Pike had been holding his hand.

Cole put down the fork and turned.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like you getting involved in something and not knowing who you’re involved with. This guy Meesh. These feds you haven’t met. Your friend Flynn you haven’t seen in twenty years. It is not up to our standards.”

Pike was as still as a statue, as if parts of the story were hidden by shadows.

“Well?”

“I didn’t come just for your help. If these people know who I am, they might try to find me through you.”

An unexpected sadness emanated from behind the black glasses.

Pike said, “I’m sorry.”

Cole felt a sudden flush of embarrassment and turned back to the food.

“Those clowns show up here, I’ll kick their bitch asses.”

Pike nodded.

Cole said, “I’ll see what I can find out about your boy Meesh. We’ll start with Larkin when she’s done with the shower. Maybe she knows more than she thinks.”

Pike shifted against the wall.

“We can’t hang here, Elvis.”

Cole understood. If the shooters or the police showed up, Pike wanted the girl gone.

“Then you talk to her. But one more thing. When I’m looking into Meesh, I’m going to check out your friend Bud Flynn, too.”

Pike’s mouth twitched, and Cole wondered if Larkin had noticed that Pike never laughed or smiled. As if the part of a man who could feel that free was dead in Pike, or buried so deep that only a twitch could escape.

Pike said, “Whatever.”

Cole was building the sandwiches when Pike’s cell phone rang, and Pike brought the phone out to the deck.

Cole layered the vegetables onto whole wheat bread, spread the layers with hummus, then placed the sandwiches back in the grill pan to crisp the bread.

The running water suddenly stopped and its absence was loud in the silence. A few minutes later, the girl came down the hall. Pike was still outside with his phone.

The girl said, “That smells incredible.”

“Would you like a glass of milk, or water?”

“Please. The milk.”

With her sunglasses off, her eyes were red, and Cole wondered if she had been crying. She caught him looking, and flashed the crooked smile. It was smart and inviting, and could never be made by someone who had just been crying, but there it was. Cole thought, this kid has had plenty of practice hiding herself.

Cole said, “You look familiar.”

“I do?”

“Are you an actress?”

“Oh God, no.”

She opened the sandwich and made a little squeal that didn’t go with the smile.

“This is perfect! I didn’t want to be a pain before, but I’m a vegetarian. How did you know?”

“Didn’t. I made these for Joe. He’s a vegetarian, too.”

“Him?”

She glanced out at Pike, and Cole thought her smile straightened.

“Red meat makes him aggressive.”

She laughed, and Cole found himself liking her. She took a tremendous bite of the sandwich, then another. She watched Pike on the deck as she chewed.

“He doesn’t say much.”

“He’s into telepathy. He can also walk through walls.”

She took another bite, though this one was not so large. She went back to staring at Pike again, but her smile was gone and her eyes seemed thoughtful.

“He shot a man right in front of me. I saw the blood.”

“A man who was trying to kill you.”

“It was so loud. Not like in the movies.”

“No. It’s loud.”

“You can feel it.”

“I know.”

“They keep finding me.”

Cole touched her back.

“Hey-”

Her eyes fixed on Pike.

“Can he get in trouble?”

Cole didn’t answer because Pike stepped in from the deck.

“We have a place. Let’s go.”

She glanced at her sandwich again, then his.

“But you haven’t eaten. I haven’t finished.”

“We’ll eat in the car.”

Cole followed them out, said his good-byes, and watched them drive away. He did not ask Pike where they were going, and Pike didn’t say. He knew Pike would call him when they were safe.

Cole looked at his house, then considered his car. Joe Pike was the only thing that had been in Cole’s life longer than the house and the car. They met back when Pike was still riding a black-and-white and Cole was working as an apprentice to old George Feider, Cole still piling up the three thousand hours of experience he needed to be licensed as a private investigator. Pike had referred to George as Cole’s T.O.-his training officer. Bud Flynn had been Pike’s training officer when Pike was a rookie, and Pike had revered the man.

Cole found himself smiling. A few years later when Cole had the hours and Pike was off the job, George retired, so Cole and Pike pooled their money to buy Feider’s business, both of them agreeing Cole’s name would be the only name on the door. Pike had no intention of getting a license. He had other businesses by then and only wanted to help Cole part-time, saying without him covering Cole’s back, Cole would probably get himself killed. Cole hadn’t known whether or not Pike had been joking, but that was part of Pike’s charm.

If these people know who I am, they might try to find me through you.

Cole took a deep breath. He drew the air deep, expanding his chest until the pain made his eyes water, then he went back into the house.

They might try to find me through you.

Cole thought, Let’m bring it-I got your back, too, brother.

He went to work.