Reyaunderstood.OldHesselhadbeenamonster,adrunk,awife-beater,atraffickerofwomenwhohadforcedhisownsonintoperjury.Butnomatterhowmuchrotwasinhissoul,hewasstillthemanwhohadraisedhim.

        ReyaplacedaglovedhandonKurt''sshoulder,hervoicemuffledbythemask.

        "Let''sgo."

        Kurtsniffedloudly,thesoundechoinginhisrespirator.Henoddedonce,andturnedaway.

        Insideaweatheredshedneartheshore,theystrippedofftheprotectivesuits.

        Reyayankedthegasmaskfromherfaceandtookadeep,greedybreath.Comparedtothechemicaldeathinsidethetank,eventheshed''sair—heavywithrot,dampwood,andbrine—feltlikeafreshmountainbreeze.

        Kurtstoodthere,watchingher.Helookedrattled,hiseyeswide,whileReyaseemedterrifyinglycalmthroughitall.

        "So,"heasked,hisvoicetremblingslightly,"whatdowedonext?WhatdoItellmymomwhensheasks?WhatdoIsayifthecopscomeknocking?"

        Reyapaused,considering.

        "Youtellthemthetruth,"shesaid."Yourfatherismissing."

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