"Fact: I should have called the police, instead I called Danny, and while I was talking to him, my cell phone battery died. There's something wrong with it. I should've taken it back to the store weeks ago, but I didn't." Eden was brutal when it came to self-recrimination.

"What did you do after the battery died?" Izzy asked.

"I ran to the convenience store," she told him. "The closest one burned down, so I had to go almost all the way to the mall, to the Sh.e.l.l Station. They sell things like power cords and chargers that work in a car? It was insanely expensive, and they wouldn't even let me open it to see if it was going to fit my phone. But I bought it anyway, and ran back. I was gone maybe twenty minutes, but when I got here, there was already a car out front, like Greg had called someone to come get Ben."

"And you think, whoever they are, they're from one of these places where they try to convince kids that they're not really gay?"

Eden nodded, her eyes filling with tears that she fiercely blinked back. "They knocked him out. I don't know if they drugged him or hit him, but they carried him to the car-the two men did. There were two men and a woman. And he was all floppy. He wouldn't've gone with them. Not willingly. G.o.d, he could be anywhere by now..."

"But the people who took him," Izzy pointed out, "are probably from somewhere nearby. They got here pretty quickly. Did they say anything to you?"

She shook her head no. "They just put Ben in their car and left. I couldn't stop them."

"And Greg's still inside?" Izzy asked.

She nodded, a murderous light in her eyes. "He knows where Ben is."

"He's also armed and probably drunk. Not a good combination. I mean, armed and an a.s.shole is bad enough."

"I don't care. I want Ben back."

"We'll get him back," Izzy promised her. "Let's just do it without Greg shooting you, okay?"

"I don't care if he shoots me," Eden said, and this time she couldn't fight back and her tears overflowed. "I want Ben back, and I want him safe, and I want it now. now."

This was about more than Ben, who was a smart, resilient kid, and Izzy didn't know what to say, what to do. But he did know what not not to do-as in help Eden commit the crime of home invasion and risk arrest-a.s.suming they survived Greg's legally allowed self-defense of his property. to do-as in help Eden commit the crime of home invasion and risk arrest-a.s.suming they survived Greg's legally allowed self-defense of his property.

Instead, he put his arms around Eden, held her tightly, and just let her cry.

CHAPTER ELEVEN.

NEW Y YORK C CITY.

WEDNESDAY, 6 M MAY 2009.

He got there, Eden's safe," Dan reported to Jenn as he hung up from Izzy's very brief phone call.

"Thank G.o.d," she said, glancing up from the laptop where she was writing letters to help a local veterans' homeless shelter find the funding it needed to reopen after a fire. "You okay?"

He shook his head. "I don't know. I guess. I'm just...I'm starting to think it might be better for me to go to Vegas by myself. I mean, you're busy. It's been weeks since you've been home..."

"I can take the time," she told him.

"I hate that I'm pulling you away from things like the shelter. It's important. More important than holding my hand through the relentless and endless bulls.h.i.t that is my life."

Jenn closed her computer, setting it aside and giving him her full attention. She didn't say anything, she just gazed at him until he shrugged.

"It is," he insisted.

"What do you think is going to happen," she asked, "that I haven't seen before in my own dysfunctional family?"

And Jesus, she'd hit the nail directly on the head, so Dan stopped pretending. "Believe me, my family makes your your family look like the Brady Bunch." family look like the Brady Bunch."

"You don't know that," Jenn pointed out. "You can't can't know that." know that."

"Yeah, I can. It's going to get ugly," he admitted. "And now that Greg owns a gun...? How do I know, even if I gain possession of his weapon, which I will d.a.m.n sure do before entering that house-but even then, how do I know he's only got the one? And that's that's just the firearms violence factor-which is a new one for us. Or an old one-I thought it went away when my father moved out. Jenni, I don't want you near that, and yeah, there's more. I'm...embarra.s.sed that you're going to see..." Jesus, this was hard to say. "Me," he managed. "Saying and doing things that...Will make you think less of me." just the firearms violence factor-which is a new one for us. Or an old one-I thought it went away when my father moved out. Jenni, I don't want you near that, and yeah, there's more. I'm...embarra.s.sed that you're going to see..." Jesus, this was hard to say. "Me," he managed. "Saying and doing things that...Will make you think less of me."

"That's not going to happen," she said.

"I can't spend any time with them without thinking considerably less of myself," Dan confessed. "When you meet Ivette...You're going to look at her and think, s.h.i.t, Danny left his sister and brother with s.h.i.t, Danny left his sister and brother with this this nightmare nightmare? And I did. I abandoned them. I just walked away."

"You were, what? Seventeen when you left to join the Navy?" Jenn asked. "Give yourself a break. And you might want to look up the definition for abandon abandon-I'm pretty sure it doesn't involve sending money home every month or flying to Las Vegas on a moment's notice because your brother and sister need you."

She was absolute in her support of him.

"It feels like it's too little, too late," Dan confessed.

"It's not," she told him.

And when she leaned in to kiss him, he could almost believe her.

LAS V VEGAS.

WEDNESDAY, MAY 6, 2009.

The plan was to wait for Eden's mother to get home.

There was no point in talking to Greg without Ivette on the premises, so the plan was to sit in Izzy's rental car and watch the house until she returned from work.

Wherever that was.

Eden honestly didn't know. But even if she had had known, she could well have not actually known-because Ivette got fired as quickly as she got hired with her still-pretty face and Grand Canyon cleavage. known, she could well have not actually known-because Ivette got fired as quickly as she got hired with her still-pretty face and Grand Canyon cleavage.

This way, though, they didn't have to hunt her down. This way, they'd be watching and waiting for her to return.

"What if they don't tell us?" Eden asked as they sat in front of the neighbor's house so as to be not quite so obvious, the motor running to power the air-conditioning. She looked at Izzy. "You know. Where Ben is."

He looked back at her, his dark eyes colorless in the deepening twilight. "Our Plan B is to call Greg's church tomorrow." He put his hand to his ear in the international symbol for talking on a cell phone, and said in voice that sounded a lot like Stewie from Family Guy Family Guy, "h.e.l.lo, is this the Church of Hatred and Intolerance? Yes, my name is Bob Muncher and I think I've come to the right place for this kind of help. Our son, d.i.c.kie, has been singing Elton John songs, in French, in the shower, and everyone everyone knows that means he's in there having gay s.e.x with himself, so if you could recommend one of those places where we could send him so that we don't have to face any actual scientific and medical truths about h.o.m.os.e.xuality..." knows that means he's in there having gay s.e.x with himself, so if you could recommend one of those places where we could send him so that we don't have to face any actual scientific and medical truths about h.o.m.os.e.xuality..."

Eden had to laugh, but it came out sounding more like a sob. "I want him back tonight. I don't want to have to wait until tomorrow."

"I know," Izzy said quietly as a car slowly drove past them. But it went past Greg and Ivette's house, too, turning the corner at the end of the street. "But, Eed, he'll be okay. He's a pretty tough kid. Wherever he is right now, he knows you're looking for him. He knows you'll find him and get him out of there as soon as you can."

She wasn't so sure about that. Ben knew, firsthand, that she was a screwup when it came to saving the day.

"And he also knows that you've been talking to Dan," Izzy pointed out. "And that the cavalry's on its way." He cleared his throat. "What time are he and Jenn getting in tomorrow?"

"Danny didn't tell me," Eden said. She turned to look at him. "d.i.c.k Muncher?"

Izzy smiled back at her. "You just got that now, huh?"

The last rays from the setting sun threw shadows that emphasized the sharp angles of his lean face. He was not a handsome man by most women's definitions, but Eden had always found him heart-stoppingly attractive. He was so...alive. His outrageous sense of humor and keen intelligence radiated from him, and sparkled and danced in his eyes.

"Of course, I should talk," he added, looking out at the street, eyes back on their target-the house. "I feel like I'm on a comprehension time delay, too. I'm running everything through the what-the-f.u.c.k filter, you know?"

"Yeah," she said. She did know. Being here, with him, like this, was surreal and more than a little awkward-and it was just like him to bring that up. Still, she was enormously grateful for his presence. She took a deep breath. "I can't thank you enough for helping me like this."

"I'm happy to," he said. "This is...beyond weird, it's true. But you know me, I'm okay with weird."

"If I were you, I'd hate me. I'd run away from me, screaming."

"I don't," he said, glancing over at her again. "Hate you. I wish things had, um, ended differently between us. There were things I wanted to say."

"I couldn't stay," Eden told him.

"I get that," Izzy said. "I really do understand. Probably more than you think and-Heads up. Is that your mother's car?"

Sure enough, someone in a newer-model SUV was pulling up in front the house. "I seriously doubt it," Eden said. "Unless she's started, like, selling drugs or hooking."

Izzy looked at her.

"I'm kidding," she said. "And no, I don't let anyone do more than look, and screw you for thinking that I would."

"I wasn't-" he started to say as both the driver's and front pa.s.senger's doors opened, and two men climbed out into the street. "Okay, maybe I was was wondering, because, as long as we're talking about this, hooking doesn't seem-to me-to be that big a step away from stripping." wondering, because, as long as we're talking about this, hooking doesn't seem-to me-to be that big a step away from stripping."

"It is," Eden said. "It's a huge step."

He didn't say anything, but it wasn't because he didn't disagree. He was just focusing again on the two men in the street.

The taller guy was bald, and apparently driving had given him a wedgie, because he took a moment to do some serious adjustments to his b.a.l.l.s before following the other guy to the front door. To be fair, though, he clearly didn't know they were sitting here, watching.

"Who are they?" Eden wondered aloud.

"They're not part of the team who kidnapped Ben?"

"No."

"They're both carrying," Izzy said. "Shoulder holsters. You can tell from the way they hold their arms."

Eden couldn't tell, but she believed him. "Maybe they're from Greg's neo-n.a.z.i prayer group."

As they watched, Greg opened the front door a crack, peering out at the two men. There was a conversation in which the wedgie-free bald guy did most of the talking and...

"Okay," Izzy said. "That was definitely meant to look like a police-badge flash, but it seemed kinda short to me-like Don't look too closely at this ID I picked up from the Halloween Shop, along with my beat-cop costume... Don't look too closely at this ID I picked up from the Halloween Shop, along with my beat-cop costume... How stupid is Greg, exactly?" How stupid is Greg, exactly?"

"Exactly?" she asked. "Somewhere between Wile E. Coyote and Homer Simpson."

Izzy laughed. "I'd almost forgotten why I-" He stopped himself, his smile gone, but then finished the sentence. "Loved you." He was careful to make sure she heard that ed ed that made it past tense. that made it past tense.

Eden couldn't look at him. And he, too, was now focused on the front steps of the house, where Greg opened the door wider, but didn't invite the two men inside. He turned on the porch light-amazing that it actually had a bulb that worked-and pushed open the screen so that he could take a piece of paper being handed to him. Again, it was the bald guy's mouth that did most of the moving.

Meanwhile, Izzy had fished his cell phone from his pants pocket-he was still wearing those completely-out-of-character khakis, although he'd torn the knee keeping her from her second attempt at putting that pickax through the window-and was snapping photos. Of the men talking to Greg. And of the SUV with its Nevada plates.

"These aren't the men who took Ben," Eden said, making sure he understood.

"I get it, Obi-Wan, but it's kinda suspicious, them showing up like this, right after Ben was taken." He checked to make sure he got the plate number, zooming in on the digital photo, and then snapping his phone shut, when he saw that he had. "I'm just being thorough."

Greg was squinting at whatever was on that paper-some kind of picture-and shaking his head.

"Maybe they really are cops," Eden said. "This whole awful thing started when Ben got stopped by the police, at the mall. He told me that the detectives were looking for a friend of his. This little Asian girl who ran away from home. He said they showed him a picture of her."

Greg handed the paper back, and pulled the screen door shut. But then he opened it again, and took something smaller from the bald guy. It looked like a business card. And this time, after latching the screen, he closed the front door, too.

The two men-maybe cops, maybe not-were moving down the steps, taking a look at the yard, the broken gla.s.s from that window Eden had trashed nearly a year ago glittering in the porch light. They didn't miss the pickax, either. It still lay where she had thrown it, beneath the living-room window.

The place looked exactly like what it was. The home of desperate people who not only lived hand to mouth, but made bad decisions about which bills to pay first.

Izzy rolled down his window slightly, turning off the a/c fans so they could-maybe-hear what the two men said to each other as they headed for their SUV. And sure enough, they'd raised their voices to converse over the roof.

"...could offer a reward," the man with the hat was saying. "Doesn't have to be much. Ten thousand dollars."

The bald man was heading for the driver's-side door, which put him into the middle of the road, closest to Izzy's cracked window. "For ten K," he agreed as he opened the door, "he'd get his kid home from that camp and make him suck both our c.o.c.ks at the same time. And claim he was doing it for Jesus."

The other man laughed and said something as he opened the pa.s.senger door, but Eden missed it, because the bald guy had already closed his door and started the engine with a roar.

Which is when Izzy said, "Oh, s.h.i.t. s.h.i.t."

He grabbed her, wrapping his right arm around her and pulling her close so swiftly, she slammed up against him. He was so solid, she nearly had the wind knocked out of her and she looked up at him in stunned surprise.

"What-" she said, but then she couldn't say more, because just like that, he covered her mouth with his and was kissing her.

It was as sudden as the body-slam embrace, and it was a very high-octane kiss, with exactly zero acceleration to get to that place. On a pa.s.sion scale from one to ten, it started at around six hundred, just bam bam, with his tongue in her mouth and his hand on her breast, and she gasped her surprise.

But before she could react in any way whatsoever, the headlights of the SUV went on, like spotlights in their faces, and she understood.

They could either be fully lit, in plain sight of the two men in the SUV while they were suspiciously sitting and watching Greg and Ivette's house, or they could be fully lit while they were innocently sitting in Izzy's car, making out.

Pretending to make out.

Problem was, pretending felt an awful lot like the real thing.

Still, she kissed Izzy back, looping her arm around his neck and hitting him with the same level of pa.s.sion that he was dishing out, running her fingers through the decadent softness of his hair as she tried her best to eat him alive without going so far as to throw her leg across him, to straddle him right there in the front seat of the car.