failure of himself. And Holly would die.
Even if the house had been without a mortgage, even if they had half a million in cash and were wildly successful for people their age, he would not have had the funds to ransom her.
That truth brought him to the realization that money would not be what saved Holly. He would be what saved her if she could be saved: his perseverance, his wits, his courage, his love.
As he returned the bank statement to the drawer, he saw an envelope bearing his name in Holly's handwriting. It contained a birthday card that she had bought weeks before the day.
On the front of the card was the photograph of an ancient man festooned with wrinkles and wattles. The caption declared When you're old, I'll still need you, dear.
Mitch opened the card and read By then, the only thing I'll have left to enjoy is gardening, and you'll make excellent compost.
He laughed. He could imagine Holly's laugh in the store when she had opened the card and read that punch line.
Then his laugh became something different from a laugh. In the past five terrible hours, he had more than once come close to tears but had repressed them. The card ruined him.
Below the printed text, she had written Happy birthday! Love, Holly. Her writing was graceful but not flamboyant, neat.
In his mind's eye, he saw her hand as she held the pen. Her hands looked delicate, but they were surprisingly strong.
Eventually he recovered his composure by remembering the strength of her fine hands.
He went to the kitchen and found Holly's car keys on the pegboard by the back door. She drove a four-year-old Honda.
After retrieving his cell phone from the charger beside the toaster oven, he went outside and moved his truck to the garage at the back of the property.
The white Honda stood in the second bay, sparkling because Holly had washed it Sunday afternoon. He parked beside the car.
He got out of the truck and shut the driver's door, and stood between the vehicles, sweeping the room with his gaze. If anyone had been here, they would have heard and seen the truck approaching, would have had ample warning and would have fled.
The garage smelled vaguely of motor oil and grease, and strongly of the grass clippings that were bundled in burlap tarps and mounded in the bed of the pickup.
He stared at the low ceiling, which was the floor of the loft that overhung two-thirds of the garage. Windows in the higher space faced the house, providing an excellent vantage point.
Someone had known when Mitch had come home earlier, had known precisely when he had entered the kitchen. The phone had rung, with Holly on the line, moments after he had found the broken dishes and the blood.
Although an observer might have been in the garage, might still be here, Holly would not be with him. He might know where she was being held, but he might not know.
If the observer, whose existence remained theoretical, knew where Holly could be found, it would nevertheless be reckless for Mitch to go after him. These people clearly had much experience of violence, and they were ruthless. A gardener would not be a match for any of them.
A board creaked overhead. In a building of this vintage, the creak might have been an ordinary settling noise, old joints paying obeisance to gravity.
Mitch walked around to the driver's door of the Honda, opened it. He hesitated, but got in behind the steering wheel, leaving the door open.
For the purpose of distraction, he started the engine. The garage door stood open, eliminating any danger of carbon-monoxide poisoning.
He got out of the car and slammed the door. Anyone listening would assume he had pulled it shut from inside.
Why he was not at once backing out of the garage might puzzle the listener. One assumption might be that he was making a phone call.
On a side wall were racked the many gardening tools that he used when working on his own property. The various clippers and pruning shears all seemed too unwieldy.
He quickly
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