“I met Lila Seymour the summer before I shipped out for Nam.”
Ross and Delaney hadn’t asked, but Pryce seemed to need to talk while they waited in the garden for Luci. It couldn’t be easy for him to discover in just under one minute that he had a daughter and that someone wanted to kill her. He’d aged twenty years in twenty seconds.
“She’d stalled her car and I stopped to help. It was her battery. I tried to push her with my truck—that’s how we jump-started cars back then—but she couldn’t get the hang of what I wanted her to do. Hopeless with machines, but with legs like hers, well, she didn’t need to be skilled.” He stretched his legs out in front, his mind’s eye seeing a distant past instead of the azaleas. “I decided to switch places with her. Have her push her car with my truck. Told
