Kalyn drove, Will in back, Devlin asleep against the door in front. In the early morning, in a brown cactus-ridden neighborhood in Sun City, Kalyn pulled over to the curb. “What are we stopping for?” Will asked. “I have to get some things from this private investigator. He’s a friend. One of the last I’ve got.” She got out, and Will watched her walk up the driveway to the small adobe house. A minivan passed by. Then another—people on their way to church or weekend jobs, morning coffee steaming up from the mugs in their laps. Will envied them. • • • By midday, they were passing through the extravagant wastelands of Las Vegas. Then it was I-15, north through Utah, Kalyn and Will taking turns behind the wheel, even letting Devlin drive for a stretch. They made a forty-minute stop at a rest area near Zion National Park for Devlin’s CPT, and played car games through the late afternoon—Punch Bug and I Spy.
