She pulled the car up in front of the store, as far away from the cruiser as she could manage without looking like she was keeping her distance. The engine rattled as it died, and she pressed the key to her lips as she thought. Get out, get what you need. Nothing wrong with that. I’m just someone who needed a coffee, maybe a couple of sodas, some potato chips.
For the last few days Audra had been aware of every law-enforcement vehicle she saw. Would they be looking for her? Common sense told her no, they almost certainly weren’t. It wasn’t like she was a fugitive, was it? But still, that small and terrified part of her brain wouldn’t let go of the fear, wouldn’t quit telling her they were watching, searching for her. Hunting her, even.
But if they were looking for anyone, it’d be the kids.
‘Wait here with Louise,’ she said.
‘But I want to come too,’ Sean said.
‘I need you to look after your sister. Don’t argue.’
‘Aw, man.’
‘Good boy.’
She lifted her purse from the passenger seat, her sunglasses from the cup holder. Heat screamed in as she opened the driver’s door. She climbed out as quickly as she could, closed the door to keep the cool air in, the hot air out. Her cheeks and forearms took the force of the sun, her pale freckled skin unaccustomed to the sheer ferocity of it. She had used the little sunscreen she had for the kids; she would take the burn and save the money.
Audra allowed herself a brief study of the cruiser as she slipped on her shades: one person in the driver’s seat, male or female, she couldn’t tell. The insignia read: ELDER COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT. She turned in a circle, stretched her limbs as she did so, saw the hills that climbed above and behind the store, the quiet road, the tumbling rolls of desert scrub on the other side. As she completed the circle, she took one more look at the sheriff’s car. The driver took a drink of something, appeared to be paying her no attention.
She stepped onto the concrete porch, walked toward the door, felt the wash of cool air as she opened it. Despite the chill, stale odors rode the current out into the heat. Inside, the dimness forced her to lift her shades onto her forehead, though she would rather have kept them on. Better to risk being remembered for buying water than for tripping over boxes, she thought.
An elderly lady with dyed black hair sat behind the counter at the far end of the store, a pen in one hand, a puzzle book in the other. She did not look up from it to acknowledge the customer’s presence, which suited Audra well enough.
A cooler full of water and soda hummed against the wall. Audra took three bottles of water and a Coke.
‘Excuse me,’ she called to the elderly woman.
Without lifting her head, the woman said, ‘Mm-hm?’
‘You got a coffee machine?’
‘No, ma’am.’ The woman pointed her pen to the west. ‘Silver Water, about five miles that way, they got a diner. Their coffee’s pretty good.’
Audra approached the counter. ‘Okay. Just these, then.’
As she placed the four plastic bottles on the counter, Audra noticed the glass cabinet mounted on the wall. A dozen pistols of different shapes and sizes, revolvers, semi-automatics, at least as far as she could tell. She’d lived on the east coast all her life, and even knowing Arizona was gun country, she still found the sight of the weapons startling. A soda and a gun, please, she thought, and the idea almost made her laugh out loud.
The woman rang up the drinks, and Audra dug inside her purse, fearing for a moment that she had run out of cash. There, she found a ten folded inside a drugstore receipt, and handed it over, waited for her change.
‘Thank you,’ she said, lifting the bottles.
‘Mm-hm.’
The woman had hardly glanced at her through the whole exchange, and Audra was glad of it. Maybe she would remember a tall auburn-haired lady, if anyone asked. Maybe she wouldn’t. Audra went to the door and out into the wall of heat. Sean watched her from the back of the station wagon, Louise still dozing beside him. She turned her head toward the cruiser.
It had gone.
A dark stain on the ground where the cop had poured his drink out, the ghosts of tires on the grit. She shaded her eyes with her hand, looked around, saw no sign of the car. The relief that followed shocked her; she hadn’t realized how nervous the cruiser’s presence had made her.
No matter. Get on the road, get to the town the woman mentioned, find somewhere to rest for the night.
Audra went to the rear car door, Louise’s side, and opened it. She crouched down, handed a bottle of water over to Sean, then gave her daughter a gentle shake. Louise groaned and kicked her legs.
‘Wake up, sweetie.’
Louise rubbed her eyes, blinked at her mother. ‘What?’
Audra unscrewed the cap, held the bottle to Louise’s lips.
‘Don’t wanna,’ Louise said, her voice a croaking whine.
Audra pressed the bottle to Louise’s mouth. ‘Don’t wanna, but you’re gonna.’
She tipped the bottle, and water trickled between Louise’s lips. Louise let go of Gogo, took the bottle from Audra’s hand, and swallowed in a series of gulps.
‘See?’ Audra said. She looked over to Sean. ‘You drink up too.’
Sean did as he was told, and Audra got into the driver’s seat. She reversed away from the store, turned, and drove back to the cattle grid and the road beyond. No traffic, she didn’t have to wait at the intersection. The car’s engine rumbled as the convenience store shrank in the rearview mirror.
The children remained quiet, only the sound of swallowing and satisfied exhalations. Audra held the bottle of Coke between her thighs as she unscrewed the cap, then she took a long swallow, the cold fizz burning her tongue and throat. Sean and Louise guffawed when she burped, and she turned to grin at them.
‘Good one, Mom,’ Sean said.
‘Yeah, that was a good one,’ Louise said.
‘I aims to please,’ Audra said, looking back to the road ahead.
No sign yet of the town. Five miles, the woman had said, and Audra had counted two markers, so a while to go still. But not far. Audra imagined a motel, a nice clean one, with a shower – oh God, a shower – or, even better, a bath. She indulged in a fantasy of a motel room with cable, where she could let the kids watch cartoons while she wallowed in a tub full of warm water and bubbles, letting the grime and the sweat and the weight of it all just wash away.
Another mile marker, and she said, ‘Not far now, maybe another two miles, all right?’
‘Good,’ Sean said.
Louise’s hands shot up and she let out a quiet, ‘Yay.’
Audra smiled once more, already feeling the water on her skin.
Then her gaze passed the mirror, and she saw the sheriff’s cruiser following behind.
2
A SENSATION LIKE cold hands gripping her shoulders, her heart knocking hard.
‘Don’t panic,’ she said.
Sean leaned forward. ‘What?’
‘Nothing. Sit back, make sure your seat belt’s done up right.’
Don’t panic. He might not be following you. Just watch your speed. Don’t give him a reason to stop you. Audra alternated her attention between the speedometer and the road ahead, the needle hovering around fifty-five as she drove through another series of bends.
The cruiser maintained its distance, maybe fifty yards, neither gaining nor falling back. It lingered there, following. Yes, it was definitely following. Audra swallowed, shifted her hands on the wheel, fresh sweat prickling on her back.
Take it easy, she told herself. Don’t panic. They’re not looking for you.
The road straightened once more, passed beneath rows of cables strung between the pylons on either side. The surface seemed to grow rougher as she travelled, her station wagon juddering. The mountains on the horizon again. She focused on them, a point on which to concentrate her mind.
Ignore the cop. Just look ahead.
But the cruiser swelled in the mirror, the sheriff’s car drawing close. She could see the driver now, a broad head, broader shoulders, thick fingers on the wheel.
He wants to pass, she thought. Go ahead and pass.
But he didn’t pass.
Another mile marker, and a sign that said: SILVER WATER NEXT RIGHT.
‘I’ll turn off,’ Audra said. ‘I’ll turn off and he’ll keep going.’
Sean said, ‘What?’
‘Nothing. Drink your water.’