the story wide open。 When it's exposed； when the bastards behind all of this are ruined and on their way to prison or the gas chamber； then Rose will be safe and Nina can 。 。 。 she can e back to me。'
'If this Nina is your Nina；' she reminded him。
'If she is； yes。'
Under the sombre yellow gaze of the dog； they swung past the Cherokee and circled the oval bed of blue and purple delphiniums around which the terminus of the driveway turned。
'You think we should have asked Mercy to help us find the house in Pueblo where she dropped Rose and the girl that night？' Barbara wondered。
'No point。 Nothing there for us。 They never went inside that house。 As soon as Mercy drove out of sight； they moved on。 Rose was just using Mercy to reach the nearest sizable town； where she could get transportation； maybe call a trusted friend in Los Angeles or somewhere。 How large is Pueblo？'
About a hundred thousand people。'
'That's large enough。 Plenty of ways in and out of a city that size。 Bus； maybe train； rental car； even by air。'
As they headed down the gravel driveway toward the paved road； Joe saw three men in hooded rain slickers exiting a stable stall beyond an exercise yard。 Jeff Ealing； Ned； and the veterinarian。
They left both the lower and upper halves of the Dutch door standing open。 No horse followed them。
Huddled against the downpour； heads bowed as if they were a procession of monks； they moved toward the house。 No clairvoyance was required to know that their shoulders were slumped not only under the weight of the storm but under the weight of defeat。
Now a call to the knackery。 A beloved mare to be transported and rendered。 Another summer afternoon on the Loose Change Ranch…never to be forgotten。
Joe hoped that the years； the toil； and the miscarriages had not caused any distance to open between Jeff and Mercy Ealing。 He hoped that in the night they still held each other。
The grey storm light was so dim that Barbara switched on the headlights。 In those twin beams； as they reached the paved highway； the silvery rain glittered like flensing knives。
In Colorado Springs； a network of shallow lakes had formed on the grammar…school playground next to which Joe had parked his rental car。 In the grey…rinsed light； rising from the rain…dimpled water； the jungle gyms and the seesaws and the elaborate swing sets appeared strange to Joe； not at all like what they were； but like a steel…pipe Stonehenge more mysterious even than the ancient rock megaliths and trilithons on England's Salisbury Plain。
Everywhere he turned his eyes now； this world was different from the one that he had inhabited all his life。 The change had begun the previous day； when he'd gone to the cemetery。 Ever since； a shift seemed to be progressing with gathering power and speed； as though the world of Einsteinian laws had intersected with a universe where the rules of energy and matter were so different as to baffle the wisest mathematicians and the proudest physicists。
This new reality was both more piercingly beautiful and more fearsome than the one that it replaced。 He knew the change was subjective and would never reverse itself。 Nothing this side of death would ever again seem simple to him； the smoothest surface hid unknowable depths and plexities。
Barbara stopped in the street beside his rental car； two blocks from her house。 'Well。 I guess this is as far as we go。'
'Thank you； Barbara。 You've taken such risks…'
'I don't want you to worry about that。 You hear me？ It was my decision。'
'If not for your kindness and your courage； I'd never have had a hope of getting to the bottom of this。 Today you've opened a door for me。'
'But a door to what？' she worried。
'Maybe to Nina。'
Barbara looked weary and frightened and sad。 She wiped one hand across her face； and then she looked only frightened and sad。
'Joe； you keep my voice in your head。 Wherever you go from here； you remember to listen for me at the back of your mind。 I'll be an old nag； telling you that even if two people somehow came out of that crash alive； it's damn unlikely that one of them is your Nina。 Don't swing the sword on yourself； don't you be the one to cut yourself off at the knees。'
He nodded。
'Promise me；' she said。
'Promise。'
'She's gone； Joe。'
'Maybe。'
'Armour your heart。'
'We'll see。'
'Better go；' she said。
He opened the door and got out into the rain。
'Good luck；' Barbara said。
'Thanks。'
He slammed the door； and she drove away。
As he unlocked his rental car； Joe heard the Explorer's brakes bark less than half a block away。 When he looked up； the Ford was reversing toward him； its red taillights shimmering on the slick blacktop。
She got out of the Explorer； came to him； put her arms around him； and held him tightly。 'You're a dear man； Joe Carpenter。'
He embraced her too； but no words came to him。 He remembered how badly he had wanted to strike her when she had pressed him to forsake the idea that Nina might be alive。 He was ashamed by the hatred that he had felt for her then； ashamed and confused
… but he was also touched by her friendship； which meant more to him now than he could have imagined when he first rang her doorbell。
'How can I have known you only a few short hours；' she wondered； 'and feel as if you're my son？'
She left him for the second time。
He got into his car as she drove away。
He watched the dwindling Explorer in the rear…view mirror until it turned left into Barbara's driveway； two blocks behind him； and disappeared into her garage。
Across the street； the white trunks of the paper birches glowed like painted doorjambs； the deep moody shadows between like open doors to futures best left unvisited。
Soaked； he drove back to Denver with no regard for the speed limit； alternately using the heater and the air…conditioner； trying to dry out his clothes。
He was electrified by the prospect of finding Nina。
In spite of what he had said to Barbara； in spite of what he had promised her； he knew that Nina was alive。 One thing in this eerily altered world seemed absolutely right again at last： Nina alive； Nina out there somewhere。 She was a warm light upon his skin； a spectrum of light beyond the ability of his eyes to detect； as were infrared and ultraviolet； but though he could not see her； he could feel her shining in the world。
This wasn't at all similar to the portentous feeling that had so often sent him spiralling into searching behaviour； chasing after ghosts。 This hope was rock under his hand； not mist。
He was as close to happiness as he had been in more than a year； but each time that his heart swelled too full with excitement； his mood was dampened by a pang of guilt。 Even if he found Nina…when he found Nina…he would not also regain Michelle and Chrissie。 They were gone forever； and it seemed callous of him to be too happy about reclaiming only one of three。
Nevertheless； the desire to learn the truth； which had motivated him to e to Colorado； was the tiniest fraction as powerful as the wrenching need to find his younger daughter； which now raged in him to a degree beyond the measurements used to define mere pulsion or obsession。
At Denver International Airport； he returned the car to the agency； paid the bill in cash； and retrieved his signed credit…card form。 He was in the terminal again fifty minutes before his flight was scheduled to depart。
He was starving。 But for two cookies in Mercy's kitchen； he had eaten nothing since the two cheeseburgers the previous evening on his way to the Vadance house and later a chocolate bar。
He found the nearest restaurant in the terminal。 He ordered a club sandwich with french fries and a bottle of Heineken。
Bacon had never tasted half as good as it did now。 He licked mayonnaise from his fingertips。 The fries had a satisfying crunch； and the crisp dill pickle snapped with a spray of sour juice。 For the first time since another August； he not only consumed his food but relished it。
On his way to the boarding gate； with twenty minutes to spare； he suddenly took a detour t