Alex Barclay 4-Book Thriller Collection: Blood Runs Cold, Time of Death, Blood Loss, Harm’s Reach

‘I actually don’t know. Jean wore comfortable shoes. And maybe I don’t do comfortable shoes.’

‘You don’t do comfortable, period. You don’t like being comfortable, do you? It’s too boring. Your worst nightmare.’

‘OK,’ said Ren. ‘I don’t think I can listen to any more wisdom.’

Helen smiled.

‘But, thanks,’ said Ren.

‘OK,’ said Helen. ‘Look after yourself.’

In the Rocky Mountain Safe Streets office, Gary Dettling stood at the top of the bullpen beside a map of Jefferson and Summit Counties. Red pins surrounded the Denver metropolitan area and green pins stretched west along I-70.

Ren walked in. ‘Let me guess – red: places where Colin Grabien has been rejected by women in a bar. Green: places where Colin Grabien has been rejected by women in a bar.’

Colin pointed toward the board. ‘Red: places where Ren Bryce has …’ He paused.

‘Not quick enough,’ said Ren. ‘Thanks for playing.’

‘Your hair,’ said Robbie. ‘What did you do? I loved your long hair.’

‘Hate to break it to you,’ said Ren. ‘But you’re not at the forefront of my mind when I’m in the hair salon … Actually, neither was getting a good hair cut …’

‘What were you thinking?’ said Colin.

‘Guys, come on,’ said Gary. ‘The red pins here represent our random robbers – a mixed bunch of amateurs.’

‘So they’ve all been caught, obviously …’ said Ren, smiling.

‘Our Glenwood visitor appears to be mocking us,’ said Cliff. ‘Perhaps she feels that, without her, we are nothing.’

Ren nodded.

‘And to continue,’ said Gary. ‘The green pins represent the Val Pando crew. To recap – the first was Arvada, the second here in Denver on Colfax …’ The rest were off I-70 heading west.’ He moved his finger along the map. ‘In order of geographical location, east–west: Idaho Springs, Georgetown, Silver Plume, Grand Junction. But as we know, the robberies weren’t carried out in that particular order.’

‘Because that wouldn’t be very smart,’ said Ren. ‘So – six green pins since this all started back in January.’

‘It was bam, bam, bam at the start and now it’s slowed,’ said Robbie.

‘Excuse me for a moment,’ said Gary, checking his pager and walking out the door.

‘Why are you here?’ said Colin.

‘Because Gary asked me to be here,’ said Ren.

‘Secret meetings,’ said Robbie.

‘Oh, please,’ said Ren. ‘And it’s not exactly secret, is it? Like Colin is secretly insecure because his adolescence was Superbad …’

Colin’s eyes went to slits.

‘What do you mean, “super bad”?’ said Cliff.

‘It’s a movie,’ said Robbie.

‘Featuring the hilarious tale of an endless search by three teenage boys to get laid,’ said Ren. ‘Endless …’

‘Yeah, we all know what you were in high school,’ said Colin. ‘The –’

‘– one who would have sat with you in the lunch room if she had only known your pain,’ said Ren. ‘OK … gotta go.’

‘Are you coming out with us later?’ said Robbie.

‘I don’t live here any more, remember?’ said Ren.

‘We need you, man.’

‘I need you guys,’ said Ren.

‘Come on. What did you do?’ said Robbie.

‘What? To be banished from the kingdom? I ate a poison apple.’

‘You talk a lot of crap,’ said Colin.

‘I didn’t do anything,’ said Ren. ‘Jean had to be replaced.’

Robbie looked at her. ‘Yeah, but by you?’

‘Look, I’m tired of talking about it,’ said Ren. ‘I will be back here. I’m sure. Soon.’

Halfway to Glenwood, Ren wondered if it all fell apart, could she work as a bus driver for the Colorado Mountain Express. Each time she met with Gary, she hoped he would bring out champagne and cake and tell her she was coming back. She would drive the two hours from Denver to Glenwood thinking how great it would be to be back at her desk firing rubber bands at Robbie or humiliating Colin Grabien at the firing range. She wanted to see Cliff’s sweet face in the morning and get hugs from him when he left in the evening. She sang along to her iPod; her mournful, missing-you playlist.

Gary was teaching her something. But she was getting tired of showing up for class. He still wanted her opinion, he still needed her opinion. And hegives nothing back.

Her cellphone rang. She punched the button to answer it. The Jeep swerved a little.

‘Mistress Bryce?’

‘High Sheriff Gage?’ said Ren.

‘What shit are you listening to now?’ said Bob.

‘“I Ain’t Missin’ You At All”,’ she sang, turning off the music. She paused. ‘And it’s not shit. Everyone loves that song.’

‘OK, OK,’ said Bob. ‘Maybe it’s just hard to sing …’

‘I ain’t missin’ you at all,’ she sang again.