Liz let me ride in the front seat.
“You’re really gonna do this?” I asked, as we zipped up I-5, passing the Mile of Cars exit in National City.
“Yeah,” she said, without looking at me. “I am.”
I shifted in the seat, a new wave of aches and pains surging through my body. “Maybe I should go to the hospital.”
“You look fine to me.”
“You’re not looking at me.”
“Well, then, you sound fine to me.”
I could see the anger in her face and in her body language. She’d told me what would happen if I went near Costilla again and apparently she was going to follow through on her promise to sit me in jail. I wasn’t pleased with that idea, but I knew that I was making her job harder. Not only because of what I was doing, but also because of who I was. I knew that her fellow officers were probably enjoying the fact that her ex-boyfriend was screwing up her investigation.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“No, you’re not, Noah,” she said. “You’re never sorry.”
“Well, this time I am.”
“Whoop-de-doo.”
We passed the old Rohr Industries plant, across the way from where Ernie said he’d found me. I hadn’t gotten a chance to ask him more about the phone call he’d received and how to find me. It was starting to sink in how lucky I was to be alive.
“I got some information,” I said.
“I could not care less.”
“I don’t believe that.”
“I told you not to go near Costilla,” she said, glancing at me, her disgust apparent. “You ignored me. And now I’m the one taking shit for it.”
I felt the car speed up, her anger moving into the gas pedal.
“I had to go see him, Liz,” I told her.
“No, you didn’t,” she shot back. “You needed to talk to me first.”
“Why? So you could’ve told me to stay away again?”
She shook her head. “Look, I didn’t bust you on San Ysidro or the thing with Carter and leaving the scene. In fact, I defended you and kept everybody off of you. And in return you go behind my back and do the one thing I asked you not to do.”
It was like being chastised by a parent.
It worked.
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
“Whatever,” she said, waving a hand in the air, ending the conversation.
We drove the rest of the way to the station in silence. She cuffed me loosely before we got out of the car and helped me up the stairs to the building.
She took me down a flight of stairs, past the processing office, and waved at a short, thick uniformed officer at a desk. He stood quickly and walked with us. We made a couple of turns until we came to a quiet hallway with several empty cells.
“What are you charging me with?” I asked.
“Being an asshole,” Liz said. “You’ve been guilty for a long time.”
The officer stopped in front of the first cell and unlocked it as Liz removed my handcuffs.
“You can’t just keep me here.”
“Watch me.”
“I get a phone call then,” I said, as the guard opened the empty cell.
Liz nodded. “In a little bit.”
She put her hand in the small of my back and guided me in.
“Not in a little bit,” I said. “Now.”
The cell door clanged shut, and I turned around. Liz had her hands wrapped around the outside of the bars. She nodded to the guard, and he disappeared down the hall.
“I’ll get you your phone call,” she said. “How about you tell me what you think you learned.”
“You wanna let me out of here?”
“Not particularly,” she said, smiling. “This is the most attractive you’ve looked to me in a long time.”
“Then screw you.”
“You did that and it wasn’t much to rave about,” she said, the smile getting wider. She was clearly enjoying this position. “You don’t wanna talk then?”
I shook my head slowly.
She shrugged. “Fine with me.”
Standing in a jail cell to call my own, I felt dumb, frustrated, and tired. Her explanation of what she’d let me get away with to this point had hit home. I’d been way outside the lines and she’d basically covered for me. I’d made her look bad by getting near Costilla again. I couldn’t blame her for being angry with me.
She turned to go.
“He knew, Liz,” I said.
She stopped. “Who?”
“Costilla.”
“He knew what?”
I turned and walked over to the bench next to the wall and sat down gingerly. She may have been right, but it didn’t mean I liked being locked up.
“You figure it out,” I said.
I heard her shoes click down the hallway.