did he care so much? Time for another tack.
“How did you know I surfed at Moonlight Beach?” His eyes narrowed as he watched her take another tiny bite.
“I would eat breakfast there some mornings.” His mind went back in time. It was right after South America. He’d been trying to get his head together after losing men under his command. Then it hit him.
“You had a pink blanket and a red sweater.” Again she blushed.
“Do you surf?”
“No but Billy did before Mom got sick and Dad left.” She had to be kidding. Her dad left after her mom got sick? What a bastard.
“Let’s not beat around the bush, okay?” She stared at him.
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have help finding your brother?” He waited, and she finally gave him a small nod. “I’m really good at finding things when I put my mind to it.”
“Look, Billy will be scared when he hears some guy is out looking for him. It’s better if it’s me.” At least she was really giving his comments consideration, even if she was trying to dismiss them.
“Fine, we’ll look together.” Mason didn’t like that option. He would have preferred she stayed there and rested, but chances were she’d just go out and look on her own. Plus, she was probably right, the boy would be more likely to come out of hiding if he knew it was his sister searching for him.
“Can we leave now?” she asked hopefully. He looked at the little bit of food she’d eaten and the pallor of her face.
“How about if I come back in four hours so you have a little time to rest? It will also give me some time to talk to some of my friends who know their way around downtown.”
“But…” she started to protest.
“Look at your wrist.” She looked down and saw that her wrist was now resting in her plate of food. She blushed in embarrassment. “You’re so tired you don’t know if you’re coming or going,” he said gently.
“You’ll be back in four hours? You promise?” God she was stubborn.
“I promise. I’ll be back with your car and with my friend Drake.” He used a soothing tone, when he really just wanted to order her to go up to her room and sleep.
“Okay.”
“Do I have your word you’ll rest?” Shit, he was sounding like a lieutenant.
She tugged at her honey blonde hair and finally nodded. He hoped she was telling the truth.
****
“A nineteen nineties baby blue Cadillac? They sure don’t make them like this anymore,” Drake said as he took his second walk around the car and whistled. It was grating on Mason’s nerves.
“Drake, I said I would drive it,” Mason threw his keys at Drake’s chest. Drake’s eyebrows raised.
“What, I’m not allowed to make fun of one of the worst POS’s I’ve seen since high school?”
“No, you’re not.” Mason got in and saw the duct tape that had been used to hold up the ceiling liner, and repair some of the splits in the upholstery. But then he saw the angel that was affixed to the sun screen and smiled. The interior of the car was spotless. He would bet money this had been Sophia’s mother’s car.
Drake knocked on the driver’s side window. Mason rolled it down. “Yeah?”
“I’m sorry man, I was only having a little fun.” Drake was sincere. Mason loved that he got it.
“Yeah, I know, but dial it down, okay?” It pissed him off that Drake seemed to be making fun of Sophia.
“Tell me what’s up before we get there.” Drake gave him the same penetrating look he would before an operation.
“I told you how I found her, and I explained the stint at the hospital, and going to the diner.”
“Yep, that’s my lieutenant, riding to the rescue. So tell me everything you didn’t tell me before,” Drake asked in his second-in-command voice.
“She’s balancing on the head of a pin but she’s got this huge well of pride. She’s been knocked down and somehow she’s gotten up and she leads with her chin. Fuck man, she’s amazing. This car is just another part of her. Here