What? Susanne said. What is it?

He's lied to us about how close he was to Sydney, I said. I wonder what else he's been lying about.

Bob arrived, slightly winded. Evan said to him, Dad, get this asshole away from me.

Bob grabbed my arm, much harder than Susanne had, and threw me up against the side of a Nissan. It knocked the wind out of me, but that didn't stop me from bouncing back, grabbing Bob around the waist, and pounding him into the Kia.

Stop it! Susanne shrieked.

You son of a bitch! Bob said, trying to find enough room between us to land a punch. Didn't you get the message to keep the fuck away from my son?

He caught me with his right in the side of the head, but there wasn't much power in it. Just enough to make me mad enough to form a fist and drive it into his stomach.

But now Evan was on my back, screaming at me, locking his arms around my shoulders and pulling me away from his father, who now had a clearer shot at me. As Bob wound up, I shot out with my right leg and caught him right where it counts the most. His punch never connected, and instead he cupped both hands over his crotch and doubled over. Oh God! he said.

Stop it! Susanne screamed again. She'd dropped her cane at some point and was using a car to support herself.

I tried to shake off Evan, but he was holding on to me with everything he had, trying to use his weight to drag me down to the asphalt. I managed to get some leverage into an elbow and drove it into his stomach. It made him loosen his grip on me, and I twisted away, stumbled, and fell against the Nissan.

Evan wanted to take another shot at me, but Susanne lurched between us and shouted, Enough! Enough!

The MP3 player had gone flying during the melee and was on the ground near my foot. I reached down, grabbed it, and slid it into the front pocket of my slacks.

Everyone took a moment.

Bob, whose face was red and puffy, tried to straighten up, using the Kia's hood for support. But it was still wet, and Bob's hand slipped, throwing him off balance momentarily.

You okay? I asked him.

Fuck off, he said.

Are you out of your mind? Susanne asked me. What do you think you're doing?

That's what you are, Evan said, pointing at me. You're out of your mind.

To Susanne, I said, He wrote a song for Sydney.

What?

They recorded it, she put it on her iPod. He wrote this song and dedicated it to her.

Susanne turned on Evan. Is that true?

He shrugged.

I asked you a question, she said. Is that true?

It was just a song, he said.

Bob slowly stood back up to his full height, but you could see he was still feeling the pain. There's nothing like it. He looked at me. I swear to God I'm going to kill you.

Shut up, Bob, Susanne said. That caught both Bob and me off guard.

I said, Your boy knew our daughter better than he's been letting on, I said.

What are you talking about? he said.

I took the iPod back out of my pocket. Let's have a listen. I walked back to my car, turned the key ahead a notch, plugged the player back into the auxiliary jack.

When Syd's voice came on, Susanne's face crumpled like paper. I knew how she felt. I hadn't heard my daughter's voice for weeks, either, until now.

Sydney's and Evan's voices came out of the car speakers, then Evan went into his lyrics. Sydney followed up with the joke about him wanting to get into her pants.

When it got to the end, I asked, Anyone want to hear it again?

No one did. But Evan said, See? It's not even a whole song. It's just a couple of lines, that's all. We were just goofing around.

Christ almighty, Bob said to me. This is what's got your shorts in a knot?

But Susanne clearly saw it differently. To Evan, she said, Why is Syd making a joke about you wanting to get into her pants?

Evan's cheeks reddened.

I'm asking you a question! Susanne shouted.

Suze, Bob said, don't get yourself worked up.

Fuck off, she said to him.

Susanne, for crying out loud, stop listening to this ex-boob of yours. Don't you see what he's doing? He's using Evan to drive a wedge between us. He wants you back and he figures the best way to do it is to turn you against us.

You're an ass, I said to Bob.

He lunged at me and swung. He caught me in the jaw and I stumbled to the right, tripped over my own feet, and hit the ground.

Susanne screamed at us, Stop it!

She wasn't using a car hood or any of us for support now. She was standing directly before Evan. Her right leg seemed wobbly.

For the last time, she said, her voice now not much more than a whisper, I want to know what was going on between you and my daughter.

We talked some, he conceded.

And what else? Susanne asked. What else did you do?

Evan glanced hopelessly at his father. Look, really, nothing happened. We were just getting along okay, all right? We liked to talk. But not when you guys were around. We figured, if our parents knew that we actually liked each other, you'd start freaking out. You'd think it was like incest or something, but it's not.

I think all the adults exchanged glances at that one. Even Bob and I.

It was no big deal, Evan persisted.

Did you sleep with my daughter? Susanne asked, point-blank.

Ordinarily, that might have been something I'd have wanted to know myself, but I was worried about more than my seventeen-year-old daughter's sex life.

I don't believe this, Evan said. What a fucking question.

How about answering it? Susanne asked.

We only, we just, you know, okay, we made out a bit.

Great, Bob said.

She's not my sister, Evan said. Just because you and my dad are getting it on doesn't mean I'm messing around with my sister.

You stupid idiot, Bob said to him. He reached over and grabbed Evan by the scruff of the neck. What the hell were you thinking?

You moved me into the house with her! he shouted into his father's face, like it was his fault. On this, we were more or less on the same page. What, you think I wasn't going to notice?

I struggled to my feet and looked at Susanne, but she was avoiding me. Then, to Bob's son, I said, struggling to make my voice as calm as possible, Evan, I can't pretend not to care about what you and Syd may have been up to. Any other time, I'd want to kick your ass across this lot.

Bob, perhaps calmed by the even tone of my voice, if not the words, released his hold on Evan.

I continued, But the only thing that interests me right now is finding Sydney. We now know you've been less than honest about how well you two were getting along. Okay. Now we want to know if you've been less than honest about where she may be.

I swear I Shut up, I said. If you're not straight with me, right now, right here, I'm calling Detective Jennings and turning it over to her.

Honest, I don't Tell him, Bob said. Tell him what you know.

All eyes were on Evan. She was just first of all, she didn't like her job.

What job? I asked. Where was she working? What was she doing?

She told me she was working at the hotel. Same as she told you, Evan said, looking at me.

What didn't she like?

She said she wanted to quit, see if she could get her job back at the dealership.

What else? I said. What else did she say?

Evan swallowed. She was also kind of worried about another thing.

Again, we waited for Evan to spit it out. Finally, he said, She thought she might be late.

Late? I said.

Oh shit, said Susanne.

And then she collapsed.

Chapter ONE.

BOB AND I SHOUTED SUZE! at the same moment. But even after having been kicked in the nuts, he was down on his knees more quickly than I. He whipped off his sports jacket, folded it over, and slipped it under Susanne's head.

Are you okay? he asked urgently. Suze?

It was as though she'd simply crumpled. Her leg or hip or something had momentarily given out and she'd dropped to the pavement like a marionette suddenly without strings. She'd managed to put a hand out to keep her head from striking the ground with any force.

Bob looked at his son and barked, Call an ambulance!

Evan didn't seem to know which way to turn first, whether to grab a cell from one of us or run back to the office. Before he could get his feet to move, Susanne breathed, No, no, it's okay.

Don't move, Bob said. He was bent over, cradling her head with his arm. What's happened? One of the fractures give way or what?

Honestly, she said. It's okay. I just kind of slipped. I don't think I've broken anything again.

I stood, transfixed, looking not at Susanne, but at Bob. He was focused entirely on my ex-wife. Propping his back against a car, he had lifted Susanne enough to take her entirely into his arms.

You sure? he asked, his voice shaking. That was a nasty fall.

Really, she whispered.

And then I thought I saw Bob's chin quiver as he struggled to contain his emotions.

Why don't I get some water? I said.

I can do that, Evan said, and ran.

I'm just an idiot, Susanne said. I should have been using the cane.

I found it on the ground, grabbed it, and handed it to Bob.

Bob, still cradling her, said, It's okay. There was so much going on.

I'm sorry, I said, not just to Susanne, but to both of them. I kind of stirred things up.

Susanne bristled. You did not get me all stirred up. My leg gave out. Simple as that. Maybe the two of you can stop acting like squabbling children for a minute and help me up.

We did. We had her on her feet just as Evan returned with a bottled water he'd just cracked the cap on. He handed it to Susanne and she took a sip.