She stared down at the shimmering water. "You don't know what it's like to be the daughter of a legend. All my life, people have told me how brave he was, what a hero he was. God, he must have loved the glory."
"A lot of men do."
"And a lot of women suffer for it."
"Did your mother suffer?"
She looked up at the sky. "My mother" She shook her head and laughed. "Let me tell you about my mother. She was a nightclub singer. All the best New York clubs. I went through her scrapbook, and I remember some reviewer wrote, 'Her voice spins a web that will trap any audience in its magic' She was headed for the moon. Then she got married. She went from star billing to a-a footnote in some man's life. We lived in Vientiane for a few years. I remember what a trouper she was. She wanted so badly to go home, but there she was, scraping the store shelves for decent groceries. Laughing off the hand grenades. Dad got the glory. But she's the one who raised me." Willy looked at Guy. "That's how the world works. Isn't it?"
He didn't answer.
She turned her gaze back to the river. "After Dad's contract ended with Air America, we tried it for a while in San Francisco. He worked for a commuter airline. And Mom and I, well, we just enjoyed living in a town without mortars and grenades going off. But" She sighed. "It didn't last. Dad got bored. I guess he missed the old adrenaline high. And the glory. So he went back."
"They got divorced?"
"He never asked for one. And Mom wouldn't hear of it anyway. She loved him." Willy's voice dropped. "She still loves him."
"He went back to Laos alone, huh?"
"Signed up for another two years. Guess he preferred the company of danger junkies. They were all like that, those A.A. pilots-all volunteers, not draftees-all of 'em laughing death in the face. I think flying was the only thingthat gave them a rush, made them feel alive. Must've been the ultimate high for Dad. Dying."
"And here you are, over twenty years later."
"That's right. Here I am."
"Looking for a man you don't give a damn about. Why?"
"It's not me asking the questions. It's my mother. She's never wanted much. Not from me, not from anyone. But this was something she had to know."
"A dying wish."
Willy nodded. "That's the one nice thing about cancer. You get some time to tie up the loose ends. And my father is one hell of a big loose end."
"A dying wish."
Willy nodded. "That's the one nice thing about cancer. You get some time to tie up the loose ends. And my father is one hell of a big loose end."
"Kistner gave you the official verdict-your father's dead. Doesn't that tie things up?"
"Not after all the lies we've been told."
"Who's lied to you?"
She laughed. "Who hasn't? Believe me, we've made the rounds. We've talked to the Joint Casualty Resolution Committee. Defense Intelligence. The CIA. They all had the same advice-drop it."
"Maybe they have a point."
"Maybe they're hiding the truth."
"Which is?"
"That Dad survived the crash."
"What's your evidence?"
She studied Guy for a moment, wondering how much to tell him. Wondering why she'd already told him as much as she had. She knew nothing about him except that he had fast reflexes and a sense of humor. That his eyes were brown, and his grin distinctly crooked. And that, in his own rumpled way, he was the most attractive man she'd ever met.
That last thought was as jolting as a bolt of lightning on a clear summer's day. But he was attractive. There was nothing she could specifically point to that made himthat way. Maybe it was his self-assurance, the confident way he carried himself. Or maybe it's the damn whiskey, she thought. That's why she was feeling so warm inside, why her knees felt as if they were about to buckle.
She gripped the steel railing. "My mother and I, we've had, well, hints that secrets have been kept from us."
"Anything concrete?''
"Would you call an eyewitness concrete?"
"Depends on the eyewitness."
"A Lao villager."
"He saw your father?"
"No, that's the whole point-he didn't."
"I'm confused."
"Right after the plane went down," she explained, "Dad's buddies printed up leaflets advertising a reward of two kilos of gold to anyone who brought in proof of the crash. The leaflets were dropped along the border and all over Pathet Lao territory. A few weeks later a villager came out of the jungle to claim the reward. He said he'd found the wreckage of a plane, that it had crashed just inside the "Vietnam border. He described it right down to the number on the tail. And he swore there were only two bodies on board, one in the cargo hold, another in the cockpit. The plane had a crew of three."
"What did the investigators say about that?''
"We didn't hear this from them. We learned about it only after the classified report got stuffed into our mailbox, with a note scribbled 'From a friend.' I think one of Dad's old Air America buddies got wind of a cover-up and decided to let the family know about it."
Guy was standing absolutely still, like a cat in the shadows. When he spoke, she could tell by his voice that he was very, very interested.