Bones of the Lost

regretted his absence from her life. Knew he felt responsible for her addictions. Her death.
    Under the law, Lily was an adult. Ryan couldn’t tell her how to live or what to do. Still. I could imagine my own sorrow and self-recrimination should something happen to Katy.
    Parenting transcends rationality. Always you think you could have done more. Always you blame yourself when things go wrong.
    “I should have concentrated more on Lily and less on the job, onstrangers who don’t even know my name. I should have focused on
her
. My own daughter.”
    Ryan’s pain was a raw wound. There was nothing I could do but listen.
    “Funny. The things that come back. Meaningless moments. One night she came into my bedroom to play a song she’d downloaded from iTunes. I remember exactly what it was. Israel Kamakawiwo‘ole’s ‘Over the Rainbow/Wonderful World.’”
    Ryan’s haunted eyes searched my face. “Is that all we had, Tempe? All I ever gave her? One lousy vacation in Hawaii?”
    I placed my hand on his. “Of course not.”
    “Then why is every memory tied to that trip?”
    “It’s still too soon.”
    He snorted softly. Shook his head.
    “You should stay here,” I said. “As long as you like.”
    “I have to go.” He drew deeply, then stubbed out the Camel.
    “Now?” Disbelieving.
    “I’m sorry.” He shot a hand through his unwashed hair. A gesture so familiar it tore my heart.
    “Go where?” I asked.
    “Away.”
    I looked a question at him.
    “I need to move. Move and keep moving.”
    “Ryan—”
    “I’m sorry.” He rose and started for the door.
    “Please.” Imploring. “Stay.”
    “I’m not fit to be around people.”
    “Where are you headed?”
    He hesitated. “South.”
    “You can have the study. I’m busy with a case. You’ll hardly see me.”
    “I can’t. I’m sorry.”
    He read my expression to mean something it wasn’t.
    “You’re right. This was a mistake. I just …”
    “A mistake?” Masking the anger and hurt.
    “I didn’t know where else to go.”
    “Stay, Andy.”
    “There’s nothing you can do. There’s nothing anyone can do.”
    With that, he left.
    I hurried to the door and watched him recede into shadow, tears hot on my cheeks.
    Halfway down the walk he paused, turned, and slowly walked back toward the porch.
    “I’m so sorry.”
    “I wish you’d let me help.”
    “You have.”
    He spread his arms. I ran into them. They closed around me. I molded my body to his.
    He hugged me hard. I smelled stale smoke, leather, and a hint of cologne.
    As we embraced, headlights curved the drive and lit our bodies. Blinded, I couldn’t tell if the car belonged to Slidell’s surveillance team.
    The vehicle accelerated, blew past us, and turned right onto Queens.
    Flashbulb images. A box. A severed tongue. A bloated, bloody face.
    Mistaking my sudden stiffness for dismissal, Ryan pulled away.
    “I’ll miss you.” Kissing his fingertips and pressing them to my cheek.
    “Don’t go.” I may have spoken the words, may only have thought them.
    Ryan strode down the walk and rounded the corner. A car door slammed. An engine kicked to life.
    I shut and bolted the door. Leaned against it, struggling to process. He hadn’t asked about Katy. About my travels. I’d been to a war and he didn’t give a damn.
    In his time of suffering, Ryan had shut me out. The rejection felt like a knife to my heart.
    Seriously? The man’s daughter is dead and you’re miffed he didn’t call or query your recent concerns? Have you become that self-centered?
    I pushed from the door, ashamed of my pettiness. I had one foot on the stairs when the phone rang.
    Excited, I snatched up the handset.
    It wasn’t Ryan.
    “Yo, doc.”
    “What is it, detective?”
    “That sounds as enthused as a dead trout.”
    “Why are you phoning?”
    “Got a shocker for you.”
    It was.

“ REMEMBER ARCHER STORY? ”
    “The younger brother of John-Henry, the man who died in the flea market fire.” Maybe. “What about him?”
    “Archer and John-Henry were partners in S&S Enterprises.”
    “Right.” Drawn out and ending high. A question. I had no idea where this was going.
    “S&S. Story and Story. They owned John-Henry’s Tavern, a string of convenience stores, a whack of storage centers, and a bunch of other shit. Nice little money machine. But they were tanking on other investments.”
    “The Saturn dealerships and the pizzerias.”
    “You got it. But the bros weren’t exactly