I could see Riley’s red cap as he ran out to a car. I turned back to Dallas, who was lighting a cigarette. “What if we were wrong?” I said. “What if they don’t have them?” “Where else could they be?” she said. “I don’t know, but his face…” “I know. He was shocked.” She took a long drag of her cigarette. I motioned and she tossed me the pack. I lit one. “The cop asked if Crystal was suicidal,” I said. “She was in her bathroom with that gun. What if she came back here to…” I couldn’t say it. “I used to worry about it every time she went on one of her benders or took off for days,” Dallas said, “but she always came back.” “This is the first time she came here, though,” I said. “What if she wanted to die here?” I held her gaze, hoping I could see something that would make me feel better, make me believe that it wasn’t possible, but she just looked worried. “We can’t think like that,” Dallas said. “Let’s just sit tight and wait for McPhail to call.
