from the beginning...”
Maya and he would both be alive. Lina swallowed and nodded.
“We’ll definitely want you to sit down with the artist,” he continued. “A couple of FBI agents arrived, and they’re pretty excited that you saw him. It turns out they’ve been after these two for a while.”
“What do you mean? Have they robbed other banks?”
“This is at least the third, and there’s a possibility of others. These guys have used the signs before. They took them away when they left after the two previous robberies, but witnesses had noticed them and remembered the wording, which was identical to what you saw and to the one taped to that sandwich board. You were right—they did take down the one on the door as they fled, but left the one at the drive-through. Unfortunately, neither have any fingerprints. These guys are careful.”
Hung up on what he’d said at the beginning of that last speech, she asked, “What do you mean, a possibility of others?”
“There’ve been a couple others in the past eighteen months that were so similar, it’s likely the same two guys. Ski masks, yelling, making everyone sit behind the counter with their backs turned. No one saw signs.”
“If no one happened to come to the door or try to go through the drive-through...”
“Exactly,” he said.
“I remember the news mentioning several bank robberies not that long ago,” she said, trying to recall details. “But weren’t they down south?”
“The two where we know they used the signs were both in Pierce County. One in Tacoma, one in Lakewood.” Two hours away, then. “The others that may be linked happened in Issaquah and Monroe.”
So, midway. Both were at least an hour drive from Clear Creek.
“Because of the string of robberies, we’re assuming the two men are not locals,” Bran said. “The agent in charge of the investigation suspects that they live in Pierce County, but decided it was getting too hot down there for them to risk hitting another bank in the area. Some had taken additional precautions, including armed guards, and these two were smart to be nervous.”
“That’s why you think I don’t have to worry.” She felt lighter, suddenly.
“It’s likely that the guy just had one of those faces that isn’t especially distinctive.”
“Have they killed anyone before?”
He shook his head.
Lina absorbed the information. So much anger rose in her, for that instant she was almost glad Mr. Floyd was dead, too. If not for him, Maya wouldn’t have died. He’d put the bank’s money ahead of her life.
They sat in silence for long enough, she had trouble making herself look at Bran. Could he tell what she was thinking? If she didn’t say anything else, would he go away?
If he did, that would only give her longer to tie herself up in knots. Ask. You have to ask.
She took a deep breath. “Are you married?”
He jerked, rocking the chair. “What? Why would you think—” Then he fell silent.
“I saw the invitation. You left it on the dresser. It was...it was your wedding day.”
“Oh, hell.” He sounded weary. “That’s why you took off, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not married, Lina. I wouldn’t have slept with you the night before my wedding, for Christ’s sake. How could you think—”
“I didn’t know you. I still don’t know you.” With an effort, she calmed herself. “But you were planning to get married.”
“We’d called it off a couple days before I met you.” He made an odd sound. “She called it off.”
“It’s not very flattering to me, either way,” Lina said. “All I knew was that I’d been stupid.” So much for calm. Every tumultuous emotion she’d felt today coalesced into a burst of rage. “You didn’t use a condom!”
“No.” Honesty and regret showed stark on his hard face. “I didn’t even think about it until later. I’m sorrier than I can say. I...worried.” He paused. “I tried to find you.”
Because he was afraid he’d gotten her pregnant, not because he wanted to see her again. Good to know.
“If you saw the invitation, you knew my name.”
She bent her head and focused on her hands, clenched into fists on her thighs. “Yes.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?” For the first time, anger crackled in his voice, too.
“Yes.” She made herself lift her head and meet those blue eyes. “I swear I was.”
“When?”
“Soon.” She’d been telling herself the same thing for months. Soon. More honestly, Lina said, “Before she’s born.”
He looked stunned. “She?”
“Yes. I had an ultrasound. I’m having a girl.”
“You mean, we’re having a girl.”
She didn’t blame him for the renewed anger, even though she had good reason to be mad, too. “It’s we if, well, you believe this is your baby. And you plan to take responsibility.”
“Yeah,” he said hoarsely. “I believe you. And of course I do. This is my fault.”
“This?” She shot to her feet. “If you see this baby as some horrible mistake you feel duty-bound to take responsibility for, forget it!”
Instead of fighting back, he let out a pained sound and rubbed both hands over his face. “Lina, will you sit down?”
She wanted to tell him this was her baby and he could take a hike. But she suspected her volatile emotions had more to do with hormones and the horror of the day than with anything he’d said. Slowly, she lowered herself again to the sofa.
He sounded inexpressibly weary when he said, “You’ve had time to come to terms with it. I haven’t.”
“You’re right,” she said stiffly. “I’m sorry.”
“Did you consider an abortion?”
She closed her eyes and made herself be honest. “Briefly. I was...pretty freaked out. But, you know, I’m thirty-two. I want to have children. I can be a good mother on my own.”
“You won’t be on your own.”
She couldn’t deny that financial support would be welcome. A teacher’s salary wasn’t fabulous. Even if she could work up until the birth, she would miss the last three months of the school year, which would eat up a fair amount of her savings.
