On the rock, Naomi stared at the phone before remembering to put it away. Not in shock, she thought—she remembered how it felt to go into shock. Just a little dazed, a little out of herself.
“We have to wait,” she told the dog. “They have to get down the trail, so we have to wait. Someone hurt her. They hurt her, and they must have raped her. They took her clothes off. Her shoes.”
She swallowed hard, pressed her face against Tag’s fur.
“And they hurt her.
You can see her throat. The bruises around her throat. I know what that means, I know what that means.”
The panic wanted to rear back, but she bore down, forced herself to take careful breaths. “Not going to break.”
The dog smelled of the rain that had dripped from wet trees, of wet ground, of good, wet dog. She used it to keep centered. As long as she had the dog, right here, she could get through it.
When she heard them coming, she drew more breaths, then got to her feet. “I’m here,” she called out.
The chief broke through the trees first, followed by a uniformed deputy carrying a case. Then another with a camera strapped around his neck.
She couldn’t see their eyes behind their sunglasses.
“She’s over there.”
His head turned. She heard him let out a breath of his own before he looked back at her. “I need you to wait here.”
“Yes, I can wait here.”
She sat again—her legs still weren’t altogether steady—and looked out to the water, to its sparkling beauty. After a time, Tag relaxed enough to sit down, lean against her.
She heard someone coming, too fast for safety on the steep, muddy track. Tag sprang up again, wagged everywhere in happy hello.
“They want me to wait here,” she told Xander.
He knelt down beside her, pulled her in.
She could have broken then—oh, it would have been so easy to break. And so weak.
He eased back, skimmed a hand over her face. “I’m going to take you up to the house.”
“I’m supposed to wait.”
“Fuck that. They can talk to you up at the house.”
“I’d rather do it here. I’d rather not bring this into the house until I have to. I shouldn’t have called you.”
“Bullshit.”
“I called before I . . .” She trailed off as the chief walked back to them.
“Xander.”
“I called him after I called you. I was pretty shaky.”
“Understandable.”
“I . . . I’m sorry, the dog . . . I didn’t see her at first. I was taking pictures, and I didn’t see her. He had a shoe—her shoe, I think. I just thought . . . I’m sorry, I know we weren’t supposed to touch anything, but I didn’t see her
at first.”
“Don’t you worry about that. You came down to take pictures?”