by the bomb detail. Everything in her turned to ice, then thawed again in a sudden gush of hot panic.
"Roy."
"Jesus." Beside her Dave clamped a hand on her wrist. "I didn't see his face. I didn't recognize him." Wasn't entirely sure he would have. "Phoebe, you can't approach," Dave said over Roy's wild shouts. "You cannot approach."
"Understood. Understood." But panic sweat sprang onto her skin.
"Roy, be quiet now. You have to calm down. Take a breath and calm down. I'm here now." While she spoke, she wrote quickly on her pad. Check on myfamily! Cop on the door. Carly here. She dashed down Phin's address. "We're going to be all right."
"He's going to kill me. He's going to kill me."
"Who?"
"I don't know. Oh God, I don't know. Why is this happening?"
"Can he hear us, Roy?"
"He says he can hear. Yes, he can hear. You... you fucking bitch. I have to say what he tells me or he'll blow it up."
"It's all right. If he can hear me, can he tell you what he wants?"
"I... I want you to shove some of this C-4 up your twat, you useless cunt."
"Do we know each other?"
"You cost me," Roy said with tears running down his cheeks. "Now I cost you."
"What did I cost you?"
"You're going to remember. Phoebe, help me, for God's sake, help me."
"All right, Roy. All right. Let me keep talking to him. You must be angry with me. Will you tell me why?"
"Not... not time yet."
"You called me out here, and I came. There must be something you want from me, something you want to tell me. If you'll explain to me why-"
"Fuck you," Roy said on a hitching sob.
"I feel as though you don't want to talk to me yet. Is it all right if I talk to Roy? Can I ask Roy questions?"
"He's laughing. He's laughing. He... Go ahead, have a nice chat. I need a beer."
"Roy, how did you get here?"
"He... drove." Eyes swollen from weeping and blows darted around the graveyard. "I think. In my car."
"What kind of car do you have?"
"M-Mercedes. E55.1 just got it a few weeks ago. I just..."
"All right." She scribbled down the make of the car. Find, she wrote. "He drove your car from Hilton Head?"
"I was in the trunk of my car. I couldn't see. Blindfold, gag. Coming home, driving into the garage. In the garage. Gun to the back of my head." He pressed his battered face to his knees again. "Came up behind me. Then, I don't remember. I don't know until I woke up and I couldn't see or talk. Hard to breathe. In the trunk, tape over my mouth. Couldn't find air."
She took one relieved breath when Dave stepped back and wrote All safe. Cop on doors. "How long ago?"
"I don't know. "
"Okay, it's okay. How did you get here, where you are now?"
"Heard the trunk open." He lifted his head again, shivering. Phoebe could see the insects feasting on him. "Something over my face-got dizzy, tried to fight. Hit me, hit me in the face. I woke up, and I was here, like this. He was talking in my head. In my head. I screamed and I shouted, but nobody came. He talked in my head, told me what to do. My phone, he left me my phone, told me to call nine-one-one, what to say. Only that one call, he said, only say what he told me to say, or he'd push the button."
"You never saw him," Phoebe said as she scribbled down Roy's full name, address, telephone number, and wrote How long missing? under it, circled it twice before passing it to Dave.
"Roy..."
But he was sobbing now. "I didn't do anything. Why is this happening?"
"That's not helping, Roy. Roy!" She sharpened her voice enough to get through. "You need to try to stay calm. The important thing is for us to work together so we can resolve this. I'd like to talk to him again, if he's ready. I wonder if he could give me a name-it doesn't have to be his name, just any name he's comfortable with. So I'd have a way to address him."
"I feel sick. I feel... No! No! Don't! Please, don't!" Roy's eyes wheeled as he strained against the shackles. "Please, God... Okay... Okay. I... I'm-I'm tired of listening to you whine, you worthless piece of shit. Keep it up and-and I'll blow you to hell and be done with it."
"If you do that, I won't know why