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front of the camera for a while - my friend Kristina swore it was so she could have her face fixed, you know. When she came back on screen, I thought that Kristina was right.'
'Why? How old is Al yson Taylor?' I wanted to know.
'She's forty-seven,' Laura shot back. 'That's what I mean - she's definitely had work!'
'Not now, Darina, I'm busy.' Logan turned me down flat.
I'd walked to his place to get him to drive me to the mal , figuring that he would know his way around a car repair garage better than me.
Also, he wouldn't look so out of place. Maybe he could talk to the guy in the workshop, order some parts for a car engine while I took a look around the place Arizona last recal ed visiting.
But Logan said no. This was my second shock of the evening. The first had been when Jim had dropped me a comment just as I was leaving the house, right between tel ing me the technical y correct way to load the dishwasher and heading to the fridge for a beer. 'Actual y Al yson and Frank Taylor did have a baby boy,' he'd told me. 'Back then I drove a cab, for the extra income. I remember I picked Al yson and the baby up from the hospital and drove them to their new home in Westra.'
Thanks, Jim, for this smal , surprise nugget. 'So how come Laura didn't know?'
He'd shrugged and pul ed the tab on the can. 'I heard the baby wasn't healthy,' he'd said over the hiss of gas. 'Maybe the Taylors didn't want to talk about it with strangers.'
Busy how?' I chal enged Logan from the porch, having stored Jim's
information. I couldn't see any schoolwork spread out on the kitchen table, he didn't have his head under the hood of his car.
'I have to meet someone,' he said, picking up his car keys and swinging by.
'Someone - who?' Logan Lavel e never turned me down. He was 54
fixated on me, close to becoming my own personal stalker.
'Just a guy,' he said, turning on the engine of his neat white Honda and driving off down the street.
So I had to wait until Wednesday afternoon for Logan to be free.
Sure, I know the workshop,' he told me as we drove into town. 'Mike's Motors. My dad is a drinking buddy of Mike Hamil 's.'
He didn't ask me why I wanted to visit, which was another change of routine for Logan.
'Don't you want to know why we're headed there?'
He signal ed at the lights, taking a left down the side of the mal . 'Would I get a straight answer?'
I took a closer look at Logan's face. He felt me stare but didn't react. Sideways on, he looked more serious and mature, almost hot. I mean, he had good features and thick dark hair, a cool catch for some girl somewhere. * 1 want to check it out,' I explained. 'It's the last place Arizona went before she died.'
We'd had a fight in the car, me and Logan.
What is this - some kind of crazy mission?' he'd yel ed, pul ing off the road. He lost al his cool maturity and took a dive into stressed-out, I-know-best and stalker-guy role. 'First you obsess over Jonas. Then you
tel me you'l never get over Phoenix. Now it's Arizona. These guys are
dead, for Christ's sake!'
'I know it looks weird, Logan-'
This is wrong, Darina. It's not healthy.'
'So let me out of the car,' I'd said calmly. I'd opened the door and
continued on foot to Mike's Motors. I found it in a back lot - a workshop
squeezed between a container storage yard and an awning fabrication unit. The sign looked like it needed a repaint and the broken glass panel in the door was boarded over.
'Hey!' I cal ed.
There was no answer - just a heap of oily car innards on the concrete floor and a radio playing loud country music. The burned-out wrecks of two cars were stacked one on top of the other in a far corner. In the other I spotted Arizona's silver SUV.
I had to look twice and then a third time - the vehicle was covered in 55
dust and half hidden behind some other stuff, but I knew Arizona's registration plate and I recognized the neat black leather interior.
'You need something?' a deep voice asked, and I spun round to see
'Why? How old is Al yson Taylor?' I wanted to know.
'She's forty-seven,' Laura shot back. 'That's what I mean - she's definitely had work!'
'Not now, Darina, I'm busy.' Logan turned me down flat.
I'd walked to his place to get him to drive me to the mal , figuring that he would know his way around a car repair garage better than me.
Also, he wouldn't look so out of place. Maybe he could talk to the guy in the workshop, order some parts for a car engine while I took a look around the place Arizona last recal ed visiting.
But Logan said no. This was my second shock of the evening. The first had been when Jim had dropped me a comment just as I was leaving the house, right between tel ing me the technical y correct way to load the dishwasher and heading to the fridge for a beer. 'Actual y Al yson and Frank Taylor did have a baby boy,' he'd told me. 'Back then I drove a cab, for the extra income. I remember I picked Al yson and the baby up from the hospital and drove them to their new home in Westra.'
Thanks, Jim, for this smal , surprise nugget. 'So how come Laura didn't know?'
He'd shrugged and pul ed the tab on the can. 'I heard the baby wasn't healthy,' he'd said over the hiss of gas. 'Maybe the Taylors didn't want to talk about it with strangers.'
Busy how?' I chal enged Logan from the porch, having stored Jim's
information. I couldn't see any schoolwork spread out on the kitchen table, he didn't have his head under the hood of his car.
'I have to meet someone,' he said, picking up his car keys and swinging by.
'Someone - who?' Logan Lavel e never turned me down. He was 54
fixated on me, close to becoming my own personal stalker.
'Just a guy,' he said, turning on the engine of his neat white Honda and driving off down the street.
So I had to wait until Wednesday afternoon for Logan to be free.
Sure, I know the workshop,' he told me as we drove into town. 'Mike's Motors. My dad is a drinking buddy of Mike Hamil 's.'
He didn't ask me why I wanted to visit, which was another change of routine for Logan.
'Don't you want to know why we're headed there?'
He signal ed at the lights, taking a left down the side of the mal . 'Would I get a straight answer?'
I took a closer look at Logan's face. He felt me stare but didn't react. Sideways on, he looked more serious and mature, almost hot. I mean, he had good features and thick dark hair, a cool catch for some girl somewhere. * 1 want to check it out,' I explained. 'It's the last place Arizona went before she died.'
We'd had a fight in the car, me and Logan.
What is this - some kind of crazy mission?' he'd yel ed, pul ing off the road. He lost al his cool maturity and took a dive into stressed-out, I-know-best and stalker-guy role. 'First you obsess over Jonas. Then you
tel me you'l never get over Phoenix. Now it's Arizona. These guys are
dead, for Christ's sake!'
'I know it looks weird, Logan-'
This is wrong, Darina. It's not healthy.'
'So let me out of the car,' I'd said calmly. I'd opened the door and
continued on foot to Mike's Motors. I found it in a back lot - a workshop
squeezed between a container storage yard and an awning fabrication unit. The sign looked like it needed a repaint and the broken glass panel in the door was boarded over.
'Hey!' I cal ed.
There was no answer - just a heap of oily car innards on the concrete floor and a radio playing loud country music. The burned-out wrecks of two cars were stacked one on top of the other in a far corner. In the other I spotted Arizona's silver SUV.
I had to look twice and then a third time - the vehicle was covered in 55
dust and half hidden behind some other stuff, but I knew Arizona's registration plate and I recognized the neat black leather interior.
'You need something?' a deep voice asked, and I spun round to see
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