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had known that the diskette and whatever else her mother had hidden that night had to have something to do with her father’s death, but she didn’t know what. And she didn’t know what to do about it. Her father had come to school earlier that day, at lunch. He had taken her across the street for a doughnut and had warned her that Sandra might be in some kind of trouble at work. He had said something about Sandra being a spy, but that had seemed too silly, too far-fetched to be real. That was something that only happened in the movies or on TV.
    Grieving for her father, lost, angry, and isolated, Lucy had kept quiet. She had told no one about that nighttime trek to the entrance of Cochise Stronghold, not even her Grandma Bagwell. Instead, Lucy had waited. It was almost two years later when, leaving the house without permission, she had taken a solitary hike back to Cochise Stronghold.
    Working quickly, she had wrestled the heavy rocks out of the way. Underneath, she had discovered one of the plastic containers her father had used to pack canned peaches or pears into their sack lunches. Inside the container, Lucy had found two things—the blue computer disk and a tiny gun. Touching the metal handle, Lucy recognized that this wasn’t a toy. It was a real gun, and Lucy knew at once that this was most likely the weapon—the long-missing weapon—that had killed her father. Her fingers shrank away from the cold steel, but she grabbed the diskette. This was something her father had given her, something Tom Ridder had obviously meant for Lucy to have. Her mother had taken it from her, and now Lucy was taking it back.
    Now, once again within yards and spying distance of the entrance to Cochise Stronghold, Lucy walked her bike off the roadway and hid it in the brush. She walked up to the sign. She was relieved to see that none of the rocks seemed to have been disturbed. That meant that if her mother was coming here, she had not yet arrived.
    Returning to her hiding place just beyond the crest of the creek bank, Lucy snuggled herself deep into the protective warmth of her bedroll. With Big Red keeping watch from the branches of a nearby oak, girl and hawk settled in to wait. Despite her intention of staying wide awake, physical exertion worked its magic, and Lucy fell sound asleep. She might have missed the whole thing if a warning squawk from Big Red hadn’t brought her wide awake.
    The last time Lucy had looked at the entrance sign it had been bathed in the faded glow of moonlight. Now it was fully illuminated in the glow of headlights from a nearby parked car. And on the ground, under the sign, was a woman on her hands and knees, struggling to shift the rocks from place to place.
    With a catch in her throat, Lucy watched as her mother—a woman she hadn’t seen in almost eight years, a woman she had hoped never to see again—carefully moved the rocks to one side. Lucy found herself paralyzed by a storm of emotion. She wanted to speak to Sandra, and yet, at the same time, she didn’t want to. In the end, not knowing what to say, Lucy stayed where she was. She was still sitting there as unmoving as a carved wooden statue when a car pulled up and stopped beside the sign.
    “Do you need help?” a man asked from inside the idling vehicle.
    Quickly, Sandra Ridder stood up and walked over to the car. Lucy couldn’t hear all that was being said, but evidently it was enough to satisfy the guy’s curiosity. “Okay, then,” he concluded at last. “Since you’re all right, I’ll just go on and go.”
    Sandra and Lucy both watched as the vehicle’s taillights disappeared behind a tangle of underbrush and scrub oak. Momentarily distracted, neither of them saw the figure of another man suddenly emerge from the gloom into the bright glow of headlights.
    “Well, well, well,” he said with an audible sneer. “Imagine meeting you here!”
    Lucy heard Sandra’s sharp intake of breath. She stepped back one full step. “What are