Wade out of my head. What if the three of us had simply stayed in New York? Would Edward still have lost it? He’d never liked Portland, but his attachment to me kept him from being happy alone in Manhattan. Was it love? Maybe. He could have cut and run that first night in Southampton, left us to die in ignorance, but he didn’t. How much did we owe him? I didn’t even have a photo, not even a photo.
And my William . . .
Stop it.
I wasn’t ready to deal with his death. I wasn’t prepared to mourn. Trying to mull over that loss and figure out my next move would only bring hysteria. What was my purpose now? Even if I did escape Julian and manage to live—which was doubtful—what was I supposed to do?
“We need to go out for a little while,” Wade said from behind me.
“Aren’t we supposed to be hiding out?”
“We’re in Kirkland—miles from Seattle, and we’ll go on foot. It’ll be okay.”
“I think you need some sleep. What’s so important?”
“You’ll see. First I want to go someplace and get a hamburger.”
“Really? You always sort of struck me as the health-food type.”
He smiled slightly. “Used to be. Back at the institute they served whole grain and greens three meals a day. Dominick got me hooked on beer, pizza, and burgers.”
The mention of Dominick sent my mood into the shadows again. Wade turned away. “Sorry, I just don’t have any other friends. Kind of sad, huh?”
“No, I don’t have many friends either.”
Getting out of the hotel turned out to be a good idea. The night was clear and cool. We walked in comfortable silence to a small diner called Ernie’s and slid into a cushy booth where a matronly waitress who bore an astonishing resemblance to Alice on The Brady Bunch took our order.
“I feel like a kid on my first date,” Wade said, holding his cheese-burger in one hand.
“Really? Maybe I should giggle a lot?”
He threw a French fry across the table. “Hey, is the room okay?”
“Room? The suite? Of course, it’s fine.” Why would he worry about something like that? “Listen, you should let me pay you back for all this. The hotel. The rental car. Everything.”
“You don’t need to. Anyway, where would you get that kind of money?”
“Me? Jesus, Wade, I thought you’d have figured that out by now. I’m . . . pretty well off: three rotating CD accounts in Portland, an account in Zurich, stock in Coca-Cola, Starbucks, Hewlett-Packard . . . Boeing.”
He stopped eating. “How did you manage all that?”
“Accountants and stockbrokers. Money is the only thing that matters here. Julian has joint control of my Portland accounts, though. He doesn’t care how much I spend, but if I’d pulled out four hundred thousand to buy a new house, he’d want to know why.”
“Your accountants work with you at night?”
“Sure. If you’re poor and strange, people call you mad. If you’re rich and strange, they call you eccentric.”
He finished his dinner without another word and paid the check. Somehow, our exchange seemed to have upset him. We walked down the street awhile in silence. “You think you’ve got us all figured out, don’t you?” he said finally.
“No.”
“Yes, you do. You take mortals at face value and then put them into neat little categories so you won’t have to deal with anyone.”
“Where are we going?” I ignored his statement, which struck me as pointless anyway since our relationship went far beyond face value, and I was certainly dealing with him. We turned into a park with green grass, slides, and a large swing set.
“Why are we here?” I asked.
“You’ll see.” His momentary annoyance faded, and he led me through the park until we found a patch of forest near the back. “Here, this is a good place.”
“For what?”
Kneeling down, he lifted his shirt and pulled a thin box from the back of his jeans. “We’re going to bury William.”
My skin went cold. “What?”
“Don’t look so surprised. When I was a kid, I had only one pet, an orange cat named Meesha. She got hit by a car, and I couldn’t deal with it. My dad got disgusted, but my mom put her body in a box and took me for a long walk. She said, ‘You can’t put this behind you or go on with tomorrow until Meesha’s safe in the ground, and you know where to visit should you need to.’ That’s the only thing my mother ever did for me