C Box - Below Zero

Stenko sighed and let his head drop back into the cushions. “But I’ve done everything I can,” he said. “I’ve run around the country doing all these things. I killed for you-”

Robert cut him off. “That wasn’t for me, Dad. It isn’t my debt. It’s yours. Don’t you dare say what you did was for me. It was for you, so you could try to get to below zero, remember?”

“But you’re the one keeping score,” Stenko said. “You’re the one I’m trying to get to forgive me.”

“Don’t give me that role. I didn’t ask for it.”

Stenko closed his eyes and tried not to grind his teeth against the pain.

In the front seat, he heard Robert ask the rancher, “What the hell is that out there on the prairie? It’s lit up like an obscene riverboat or something. But it’s not a boat, is it?”

The rancher said, “That’s a power plant.”

“What kind is it?”

“Coal-fired,” the rancher said. “Coal trains come down from Gillette.”

Suddenly, Robert was talking to Stenko again. He said excitedly, “Dad, we might have just found it. We might have just found your way to salvation. It’s a miracle because there it is out there, right when and where we need it.”

Stenko had no idea what Robert was talking about. He didn’t care. He wondered if he would last the night.

“How long has that single headlight been behind us?” Robert asked the rancher.

“Since Lusk,” the rancher said.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Why should I? You think the sheriff is chasin’ us on a motorcycle? Is that what you think?”

“You know, I don’t have any problem putting a bullet in your brain. You’re a damned rancher. You’re as much of a problem to the planet as my dad. I think you’re both useless.”

The rancher said nothing.

Robert said, “Take that exit. I want to check something out.”

Rapid City

JOE ENTERED THE RECEPTION AREA AFTER HIS DISCUSSION with Coon and strode over to Marybeth where she sat in an armchair. She looked up expectantly, and he squatted down beside her. Both Sheridan and Lucy were asleep on vinyl couches, and he didn’t want to wake them up if he could help it.

His voice was soft but urgent. “Coon managed to track the location of my cell phone. Nate is just about to enter the town of Rangeland from the north.”

Marybeth said, “Rangeland? What’s in Rangeland?”

“Other than Stenko and Robert, I don’t know.”

“That’s enough, isn’t it?”

He nodded. “I’m going with them. They’re getting their helicopter ready at the airport, and we’re leaving in five minutes.”

“Any idea how long you’ll be gone?”

He shook his head. “I’m not sure. But I think this will all be over soon.”

She reached out and touched his cheek with her fingertips and glided them over his stubble. He knew she was thinking of Janie Doe when she said, “I hope Stenko can help us. When I think of that poor girl in there, I want to cry. It’s like she’s no one. No name, no anything. We’ve got to find out who she is, Joe.”

“Maybe Stenko…” he said.

“Let’s hope so.”

“Have the doctors said anything more?”

She pursed her lips. “I talked to one of them a few minutes ago. He said there’s been some brain activity, but it’s sporadic. She may or may not regain consciousness.”

Joe waited a beat while the significance of what Marybeth said gained hold. “Ever?” he asked.

“Maybe,” she said. “It’s possible she might come out of it. It’s happened before, I guess. This is where doctors become observers instead of experts-they’re hoping for a miracle just like we are. But he said there’s nothing they can do other than keep a close eye on her.”

Joe stood. “Maybe you should take the girls to a hotel. They shouldn’t be sleeping here.”

“I’ll wait a while,” she said. “In case Janie wakes up. But yes, I’ll find a place near here and get the girls a decent place to sleep.”

He put his hand behind her head and gently pulled her toward him and kissed her. He wasn’t sure what to say.

“Let me know as soon as you find out something,” she said.

“I will,” he said. “You, too.”

On the way out of the room, Joe lightly brushed Sheridan and Lucy with his hand so as not to wake them.

But Sheridan opened her eyes. She said, “You’re leaving without me?”

“Yes.”

She blinked back sudden tears.

Said Joe, “We make a good team. You were great, darling.”

“But you’re leaving me behind.”

“This time, yes.” He said, trying not to look over at Marybeth, who was no doubt watching the exchange with concern.

Sheridan turned away and stared out the window into the dark.

Joe squeezed her shoulder as he left.

THE LAST TIME he’d been in a helicopter, Joe recalled, was when he was doing an elk trend count north of Buffalo. The experience had been harrowing and he’d been violently airsick, much to the amusement of the contract pilot who, he thought, made many unnecessary swoops and fast turns.

The feeling all came rushing back as the aircraft roared and lifted and the lights of Rapid City started to rush by outside his window. Instinctively, he shifted his weight toward the center of the craft. He tried not to look down.

There were four seats in the chopper. The pilot and Portenson were up front behind the Plexiglas bubble, and Joe and Coon were directly behind them. All were strapped in, and Joe was the only one without a headset. It was too loud inside to talk normally, so he observed. He was curious why they’d invited him along and suspected Portenson was up to something. The senior agent had not stopped talking on his headset since they lifted off. Coon was listening in, adding things, scanning the ground as it shot by. The wash of lights from town was soon behind them. He gripped the armrests with all of his strength and tried not to notice that his stomach was churning. Stars and the sliver of moon filled the Plexiglas and framed the pilot. The flight deck was awash in ambient-lighted gauges and digital numerical readouts.

He jumped when Coon tapped him on the hand. Joe looked over and saw Coon gesturing toward a headset hung up on the back of Portenson’s seat. Still gripping the chair with his right hand, Joe put his hat, crown down, on his lap and fumbled with the headset until it was free, and managed to adjust it on his head. Coon reached over and clicked a switch on Joe’s armrest to channel A, which was internal to the craft.

“You okay?” Coon asked. His voice was clear, if detached. It seemed odd to be talking through electronics to someone three feet away.

“I hate flying.”

“I can tell.”

“How long before we get there?”

“Thirty minutes, maybe.”

Joe groaned.

“Joe, there’s a lot going on right now. Agent Portenson is in contact with the Rangeland PD and Platte County Sheriff’s Office. They know Stenko and Robert are in town, but we’ve asked them not to intercept them yet until we can figure out what they might be doing. For all we know, they’re going to a hospital or getting a room at a motel. We don’t want the Stensons to know we’re on to them.”

“Okay,” Joe said.

“I’m also in contact with our HQ. Your cell phone has stopped moving. It’s been pinging the same tower for ten minutes. That might mean the Stensons have stopped moving, too. But we need to find out.”

Joe nodded, seeing where this was going.

“We need you to make a call to your phone and get some information.”

Joe shot a glance in front of him to confirm his suspicion that Portenson had stopped talking to the Rangeland PD and was listening in. Yup, he was. And now he knew the reason they’d brought him along.