She had told Claxton everything she knew about both murders and answered all his questions. But apparently that wasn’t enough, because he kept telling her to give herself up. Can’t he just go to the cops now and tell them that the dude, Cardenas, helped kill Rupert? she asked herself. Wouldn’t that make it easy to catch the other guy, The Voice? What part of “I’m not giving you my name” did he not understand? And he tried to scare her, too. Was someone else still out there trying to find her? “Well, they haven’t found me so far,” she blurted out with enough volume that a young man passing on the street turned to look at her. But the truth was, she spoke with more bravado than she felt deep down. It was getting late, but there was something else she needed to do. Kelly walked over to NW Everett, caught the number 44 bus at Fifth, and got off on Killingsworth in North Portland, a block from where she last saw Zook. The sky to the west had darkened to a purplish-gray like spoiled fruit, and she could smell rain in the air.
