Echo Burning

on paper as a ninety-degree left turn. Then therewere maybe twenty miles of it between the Fort Stockton city limit and a highway bridge that recrossed the Coyanosa Draw.
    “That’s the target area,” Reacher said. “Somewhere in those twenty miles. We’ll drive north to the bridge and turn around and come back south. See it like they saw it.”
    Alice nodded silently and accelerated down the slope. The tires pattered on the rough surface and the big soft car pitched and rolled.

    She woke up because of the noise of the shower. It drummed against the tiles on the other side of the wall and sounded a little like rain coming down on the roof again. She pulled the sheet over her head and then pulled it back down. Watched the window. There was no lightning anymore. She listened hard. She couldn’t hear any more thunder. Then she recognized the sound for what it was. The shower was running. In the bathroom. It was louder than hers at home, but quieter than her mom’s.
    The man was in the shower.
    She pushed the sheet down to her waist. Struggled upright and sat there. There were no lights on in the room, but the drapes weren’t drawn and a yellow glow was coming in from outside. It was wet out there. She could see raindrops on the window and reflections.
    The room was empty.
    Of course it is, silly, she said to herself. The man is in the shower .
    She pushed the sheet down to her ankles. Her clothes were folded on the table by the window. She crept out of the bed and tiptoed over and stretched out her hand and took her underpants from the pile. Stepped into them. Pulled her T-shirt over her head. Threaded her arms through the sleeves. Then she took her shorts and checked they were the right way around and put them on. Pulled the waistband up over her shirt and sat down cross-legged on the floor to buckle her shoes.
    The shower was still running.
    She stood up and crept past the bathroom door, very quietly, because she was worried about her shoes making noise.She kept on the rug where she could. Stayed away from the linoleum. She stood still and listened.
    The shower was still running.
    She crept down the little hallway, past the closet, all the way to the door. It was dark back there. She stood still and looked at the door. She could see a handle, and a lever thing, and a chain thing. She thought hard. The handle was a handle, and the lever was probably a lock. She didn’t know what the chain thing was for. There was a narrow slot with a wider hole at one end. She imagined the door opening. It would get a little ways and then the chain would stop it.
    The shower was still running.
    She had to get the chain thing off. It might slide along. Maybe that was what the narrow slot was for. She studied it. It was very high. She stretched up and couldn’t really reach it. She stretched up taller and got the flat of her fingertips on it. She could slide it that way. She slid it all the way sideways until the end fell into the hole. But she couldn’t pull it out.
    The shower was still running.
    She put her other hand flat on the door and flipped her toes over until she was right up on the points of her shoes. Stretched until her back started to hurt and picked at the chain with her fingertips. It wouldn’t come out. It was hooked in. She came down off her toes and listened.
    The shower was still running.
    She went back on her toes and kicked and pushed against them until her legs hurt and reached up with both hands. The end of the chain was a little circle. She waggled it. It moved up a little. She let it down again. Pushed it up and picked at it at the same time and it came out. It rattled down and swung and hit the door frame with a noise that sounded very loud. She held her breath and listened.
    The shower was still running.
    She came down off her toes and tried the lock lever. She put her thumb on one side and her finger on the other and turned it. It wouldn’t move at all. She tried it the other way. It moved a little bit. It was very stiff. She closed her mouth in case she was breathing too loud and used both hands and tried harder. It moved some more, like metal rubbing onmetal. She strained at it. It hurt her hands. It moved some more. Then it suddenly clicked back all the way.
    A big click.
    She stood still and listened.
    The shower was still running.
    She tried the handle. It moved easily. She looked at the door. It was very high and it looked very thick and heavy. It had a thing at the top that would close it