Then Rebecca’s face lurched into a smile as she stepped forward. The wind slapped them hard and nearly carried off her words, “Damn, I missed you.”

“Come here, lovely,” he said and pulled her toward him.

Chapter 46

They’d moved into the grove of trees, so there was no chance of being spotted by anyone at the motel.

“They know about Jennie,” Rebecca said.

“I know. I saw it on the TV.” He grimaced. “She left something in the room. They tracked her down.”

“And?”

He shrugged. “She won’t be a problem.” Glanced down at the blood in his nails.

“Lovely, if you hadn’t called, I don’t know what would’ve happened.”

Pell had left a message on Rebecca’s voice mail at home, giving her the name of the Sea View motel. The call he’d received there, supposedly from housekeeping, was from Rebecca, telling him in a frantic whisper that the police were on their way—Kathryn Dance had asked if the women would help out in the event Pell took hostages. He hadn’t wanted Jennie to know about Rebecca yet so he’d come up with the story about the maids.

“That was lucky,” Rebecca said, wiping a coating of mist from her face. Pell thought she did look pretty good. Jennie was fine in bed, but less of a challenge. Rebecca could keep you going all night. Jennie needed sex to validate herself; Rebecca simply needed sex. He got a twist inside him, the bubble expanding.

“How are my little gals holding up under the pressure?”

“Bickering and driving me fucking crazy. I mean, it’s like not a day’s gone by. Same as eight years ago. Except Linda’s a Bible-thumper and Sam isn’t Sam. Changed her name. And she’s got boobs too.”

“And they’re helping the cops, they’re actually doing that?”

“Oh, you bet. I tried to lead things off as best I could. But I couldn’t be too obvious about it.”

“And they don’t guess anything about you?”

“Nope.”

Pell kissed her again. “You’re the best, baby. I’m free only ’cause of you.”

Jennie Marston had been just a pawn in the escape; it was Rebecca who’d planned everything. After his appeal was finally rejected, Pell had begun thinking about escape. He’d managed some unsupervised phone time in Capitola and spoken to Rebecca. For some time she’d been considering how to break Pell out. But there’d been no opportunities until recently, when Rebecca told him she’d come up with an idea.

She had read about the unsolved Robert Herron killing—which Pell had nothing to do with—and decided to make him the prime suspect so he’d be transferred to a lower-security facility for the indictment and trial. Rebecca had found some of his tools, which she’d had from the days of the Family in Seaside, and slipped them into his aunt’s garage in Bakersfield.