Paranormal II: The Summit Part 24

Ben's pulse roared. Max Sommers had been there that day. Maybe he would remember the man. Maybe he even knew him.

"What is the blond man doing?"

"Buying a...camp stove."

"Does he say anything else?"

"No, only...h.e.l.lo'."

Blakely s.h.i.+fted a little in the chair he'd pulled up next to the sofa. "Do you know the date?"

A small frown tugged between Autumn's eyebrows. "It's...summer." She moistened her lips. "Dad and I are going...climbing. I'm visiting him for the...weekend."

"Is there anything else you can recall?"

"The man...seemed nice. I thought...it would be nice if I could meet someone like him."

A chill ran down Ben's spine. The profiler had said the man could be charming, that women were attracted to him. The thought of Autumn anywhere near the b.a.s.t.a.r.d made Ben's blood run cold.

"You did very well, Autumn," Peter Blakely continued. "Now I'm going to start counting, beginning with the number one. By the time I reach five, you will be wide awake and able to remember everything we've said. One. Two. Three. Four. Five."

Autumn's eyes slowly opened. She sat up on the sofa and looked straight at Ben.

"Burlington," she said. "I saw him in Burlington."

Twenty.

As soon as Peter Blakely left the apartment carrying a check made out to him by Ben, Autumn dialed her father. Max had been with her the day she had seen the blond man. Maybe her dad had seen him again, maybe he even lived there in Burlington.

She hadn't mentioned anything about her dreams to Max. She was afraid he would think of the last time it had happened and how distressed she had been and she didn't want him to worry. Now she was frantic to talk to him to see what he might recall. The phone rang and rang but there was no answer. Finally, the message machine kicked on.

"Max and Myra here. Leave us a message."

So they were officially living together now. Interesting. Things between her father and Myra had begun to move fairly rapidly since the time he had spent in the hospital.

"It's Autumn, Dad. It's important I talk to you. Give me a call. If I'm not at home, call me on my cell." She hung up and turned to Ben. "He isn't there."

"So I gathered."

"Now we're waiting for two return calls. I hate waiting, don't you?"

"We've got our cells. It's past lunchtime. Let's get out of here for a while, go get something to eat."

"Good idea." They'd had coffee and a Bisquick coffeecake she had whipped up earlier that morning, but that had been hours ago. They headed downstairs then walked over to The Shack, a nearby cafe, for sandwiches and a bowl of soup.

They were almost finished with the meal, sitting in one of the three small booths at the back of the shop drinking coffee and sharing a piece of cheesecake, when Autumn's cell phone rang. She didn't recognize the caller ID number.

"Hey kiddo, it's your old man."

"Dad, where are you?"

"Me and Myra are in Reno. We're on our honeymoon. We just got hitched!"

"Dad!"

"Yup. Alaska Air's got a direct flight down and we just hopped on and right-quick we were here. We were planning to call you tonight with the news."

Several strange emotions went through her: doubt, worry, disbelief and denial were only a few. "You got married? But you said-"

"I told you I was going to make Myra an honest woman." He said something to Myra that Autumn couldn't hear and both of them laughed. "This is the happiest day of my life."

The joy in his voice began to reach her. He really did sound happy. Maybe he would be. She really hoped so.

"Congratulations, Dad. I wish you both the very, very best."

"Thanks, darlin'."

She mouthed across the table to Ben that her dad had gotten married and he seemed surprisingly pleased.

"Good for him," he mouthed back.

"Say h.e.l.lo to your new step-mama," Max said and handed Myra the phone.

"Hi, Autumn honey. I'm so happy."

"I'm happy, too," Autumn said, wis.h.i.+ng she meant it a little more. The two of them talked for a while, Autumn again expressing her best wishes. "Ben sends his congratulations, too."

"You better grab that one, sweetie. He's a real peach."

Her insides tightened. She wasn't grabbing anyone and especially not Ben.

Fortunately, Max came back on the line. Autumn blocked the thought of her dad having s.e.x with Myra and the stress it might have on his heart.

"There's just one thing, Dad, before I let you get back to your honeymoon."

"What is it, darlin'?"

"Dad, I need you to think about a trip we made up into the Cascades a few years back. I'm not exactly sure what year, but it was in the summer and we were going camping. Before we left, we stopped at the sporting-goods store and bought some equipment-a new tent and I think I bought a sleeping bag. Do you remember, Dad?"

"Not offhand."

"It's really important. There was a man there, a blond man. He said h.e.l.lo to us."

"h.e.l.lo? That's it? You expect me to remember some guy in the sporting goods store who said h.e.l.lo?"

She sighed into the phone and shook her head at Ben. "It was just a long shot. I thought you might have seen him sometime since, maybe even got to know him."

"Sorry, honey. I think I remember the camping trip, but the guy doesn't ring any bells."

"Well, thanks, anyway. You two enjoy your honeymoon. We'll celebrate when you get home." She disconnected and stuck her cell phone back into her purse.

"No luck?" Ben said.

"My dad's the only one who's getting lucky."

Ben chuckled. "I like your father. He makes the most out of life. We should all do that."

Autumn didn't answer. She couldn't help wondering how much her dad would make out of his life with Myra. One woman had never been enough for him. Why should that change?

She sighed. Maybe now that he was older he would be different.

Autumn wished she could convince herself.

Since it was the detective's weekend off, the department phoned Doug Watkins at home. Ben McKenzie was a powerful man in Seattle and the police still remembered the kidnapping from six years ago. The good news was that Watkins now worked in the city, at the East Precinct up on Twelfth Avenue.

Ben and Autumn were waiting for his arrival when the front door swung open and her friend, Joe Duffy, walked in. Joe worked out of the Virginia Street precinct, so she was a little surprised to see him.

"Hey, hot stuff, what are you doing here? Someone burgle your apartment?"

"No, thank G.o.d."

He frowned. "Is that pervert still hanging around the school? If he is, we need to-"

"We're here to see Doug Watkins," Ben interrupted, sparing Autumn the necessity of lying again.

Joe flashed him a look. His ruddy complexion appeared even redder than usual, his sunburn probably a result of a recent climbing trip, Joe's favorite way to spend his off-duty time. "You're Ben McKenzie, right? Josh Kendall mentioned you were taking Autumn's cla.s.ses. You getting into climbing?"

"I've always been interested. I'm enjoying it so far."

Joe cast Autumn a glance then turned back to Ben. "If you don't mind my saying, I hope all you're doing with Autumn is taking cla.s.ses."

"Joe! For heavens sake!"

"I think that's Autumn's business, don't you?" Ben's tone held a hint of warning.

"Maybe. But the lady is a friend of mine and she's not like the rest of your women. Treat her right, McKenzie, or you'll answer to me."

Instead of getting angry, Ben just smiled. "It's nice to know Autumn has friends who look out for her."

Autumn wished she could drop through a hole in the floor. "You'll have to ignore Joe," she said to Ben, casting a hard look at her friend. "Being a cop, sometimes he gets a little overprotective."

The detective studied Ben a moment more, taking his measure in some way. "When Autumn thinks you're ready, maybe we'll all go climbing some weekend."

"I'd like that," Ben said, looking as if he meant it. Joe nodded, then took off down the hall, waving over his shoulder at Autumn, satisfied it seemed, at least for the present.

"I'm sorry," she tried to explain. "Joe's really a very nice guy. I have no idea what got into him."

"He cares about you. There's nothing wrong with that." Ben's gaze followed Joe down the hall then he turned as Detective Watkins pushed through the gla.s.s front doors.

Watkins spotted them and headed in their direction. "Ben. It's good to see you." He stuck out his hand and Ben shook it.

"You too, Doug. I'd like you to meet a friend of mine, Autumn Sommers." Ben's mouth faintly curved. "That's Sommers with an O."

Watkins smiled. "Nice to meet you, Autumn."

"You too, Detective."

With the formalities over, Watkins led them down a hall tiled with linoleum through a door to an empty conference room, a small, bare s.p.a.ce with a metal table and chairs seating four. A framed Ansel Adams black-and-white photo of Yosemite at dawn was the only decoration in the room.

"I'm sorry to drag you in on a weekend," Ben said, waiting for Autumn to take a seat then taking one himself.

"It's all right." Watkins smiled. "The kids were fighting and Vickie's mother is visiting. I was glad for an excuse to get out of the house."

Ben chuckled.

"So what's this about a missing kid?" Watkins was short and stout, late thirties, muscular, with a s.h.i.+ny, shaved head. He looked tough, yet there was something in his face that said he could keep an open mind.

"I've been trying to think of where to begin, Doug-the truth is so d.a.m.ned hard to believe. But I think it's the only choice we've got."

"The truth is generally the best approach," Walkins drawled with only a trace of sarcasm.

Ben started talking and with Autumn's help finished nearly half an hour later, explaining about the dreams, the blond man and Molly and the facts they'd been able to confirm. They told the detective about the cla.s.sic car and tracking down the owners, relayed Autumn's brief meeting with the blond man in the sporting goods store, which had also been the kind of business where Joanne had seen him.

When they finished, a skeptical Detective Watkins leaned back in his chair. He ran a hand over his bald head as if he still had hair. "Just when you thought you'd heard it all..."

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Ben agreed darkly.

"So aside from all this stuff about dreams that might be real and the fact you think your daughter could still be alive, what you're basically asking me to do is find out if a blond girl who roughly fits the same description as Molly has recently been abducted."

"That's about it. Before we left the house, we went on the Internet and pulled up missingkids.com. There were six hundred and six victims listed missing nationwide in the last year. That in itself is daunting, but some of them don't have photos and I'm not sure the site is completely up-to-date. Odds are it would have happened somewhere in the western region but we don't know for sure."

Watkins seemed to mull that over. He took a deep breath and slowly released it. "All right, for old times' sake, I'll make a run at it. See if we can at least narrow down the list of possible victims matching your description."

"That'd be great."

The detective stood up. So did Autumn and Ben. "I'll get back to you by the middle of the week."

"I appreciate this, Doug. I can't tell you how much."

"Do me a favor. Don't say anything around here about kidnap victims showing up in dreams."

A faint smiled touched Ben's lips. "No problem."