After we left the bodega, the bright daylight stung my eyes. We said our good-byes and caught a cab on the corner. We asked him to speed toward the Bridge of San Miguel.
Kyle arranged himself in the front of the cab, switched off the camera and then swiveled around to face us.
“Boy, I thought you guys were really going to lose the contest when you went to the Plaza de Toros instead of the bodega, but I got some fantastic shots of that lady matador. Cheryl’s really going to be pleased.”
“I knew something was up when you kept laughing like a hyena,” Dad said.
Kyle took offense to the hyena comment and flipped back around to feign interest in the road.
“What about Juan Jose?” I asked Dad. “The matador lady said he was in love with Annalise.”
Dad shrugged. “Yeah, so?”
“I have a really bad feeling. Sergio told me Annalise had been with a man the night she was killed. He said that Montserrat thought I might have come upon Scott and Annalise together. And Scott killed her.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Dad said.
“I know, but the theory works the other way around, too, right? What if Juan Jose was in love with the girl and he found she’d just been with someone else?”
“Like who?”
The cab driver exited the interchange, leaving the town behind. We were once again headed into a more rural area of northern Spain. Ahead of us another cab lumbered in the same direction we were heading, toward the medieval bridge.
“As much as I hate to say it. Cooper. He’d been skulking around camp that night . . . Actually, come to think of it, what about his leg injury? He takes meds for the pain sometimes. Miguel died of an overdose . . . What if he figured out that Cooper was with Annalise that night?”
“You think Cooper killed Annalise and Miguel?”
“Cooper’s not a killer!” Kyle piped up from the front seat.
We were now directly behind the other cab. Both Cooper and Todd turned in the backseat to look at us. Cooper was all smiles and waving, while Todd had a mean look on his face. There was no oncoming traffic, except the little yellow SEAT, which crossed our path like a shot. I wondered where Cheryl might be running off to. Had she forgotten something for the finale?
Ahead the Bridge of San Miguel came into view. It was long with an asymmetrical profile. One side rested directly on the right hand bank of the Río Aragón, which was higher, while on the left-hand bank, the bridge rose above from the river’s floodplain.
The bridge had a central arch and a double-sloped profile. On our side of the road, the bridge was barricaded. There was a temporary rock-climbing wall affixed to the south side entrance. On the other side of the bridge, I could see Cheryl and Becca standing off to the side chatting with Harris. Our blue tarp was visible and some crew members were huddled near it. Presumably, we were meant to scale the rock wall in order to reach the finish line.
The cabbie pulled to the side of the road. “I cannot go any further,” he said.
We piled out of the cab, just as Cooper and Todd tumbled out of the cab ahead of us.
I darted toward Cooper. “I have to talk to you!”
He grinned widely. “Sure darling, in a minute. I’m kinda busy winning right now.”
Todd rushed the wall, scaling the bottom piece in no time. Below, the Rio Aragon raged by and for a moment I feared he’d fall off the makeshift rock wall and into the river.
Dad sprinted to the wall, yelling over his shoulder. “Come on, Georgia! You can talk to him later.”
I grabbed Cooper’s arm. “It’s important! That night at camp—”
“You can’t talk about that on film!” Kyle shouted, suddenly angling the camera away from us toward the river. “Cheryl will kill us.”
“I don’t care what Cheryl thinks,” I screamed. “That night at camp. The girl, Cooper, did you hook up with her? What happened? Tell me!”
Todd turned back, looking down at us from the wall. “Cooper! Come on! We need the cash, buddy. Let’s go.”
Todd and Cooper’s cameraman had already found an alternate route to the other side of the rock wall and was capturing us from a different angle.
Cooper chuckled. “Don’t worry now, darling. I didn’t hurt that pretty lady. Everything I ever do is consensual. You hear what I’m saying?” He jogged over to the rock wall. I noticed he limped as he ran.
“What’s up with your leg? Why are you limping?” I chased after him. “Where’s your medicine?”
“Shut up!” Todd screamed at me from the wall. “Leave him alone!”
Dad was already at the top of the wall, just beginning his descent. “Georgia! Come on!”
“Did you kill her, Cooper? What about Miguel? Was he asking questions? He figured you out and you overdosed him with your meds, right?”
“No!” Cooper said. “You got it all wrong. I never hurt no one!”
“Get away from her! Cooper,” Todd yelled. “Leave her! We can win this thing.”
Cooper scrambled up the wall, it seemed a ridiculously easy effort for him. Dad jumped off on the other side and sprinted toward the finish line. Todd scaled down the wall in hot pursuit after Dad. The one cameraman jogged after them.
I climbed the wall, while Kyle found his way around it in order to keep filming. Cooper got to the top and stayed in place, one leg dangling on each side of the wall.
He reached out and helped me to the top. “Georgia, you have to believe me. I didn’t hurt that woman. I would never kill anyone.”
We sat on top of the wall, looking down at that mighty river as it rushed past us.
“Someone did, Cooper. Do you have your pain meds?”
He closed his eyes and sighed. “They’re gone.” When he opened his eyes, he looked in Todd’s direction with a sad expression on his face.
I recalled their argument in the halls of the B&B that morning I’d found Miguel.
“Todd?” I asked. “Did he kill Miguel in order to protect you?”
“Hell no! Girl, are you kidding me? Todd ain’t no killer! Just a little bit of an addict, you know?”
We looked at the finish line, both Todd and Dad had made it to the blue tarp and each one was watching us expectantly.
I hitched my legs over the wall and started the descent. “I guess we need to finish this thing, so I can talk to Todd.”
Cooper stayed in place on top of the wall. “Go on ahead.”
“What? No, come on, Cooper.”
“My leg hurts, you go on.”
“No! You’ve got to run, fair and square. Suck it up. Walk it off, or whatever else they tell you in the NFL.”
He chuckled. “I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, girl. You gave me that chalice and got us a two-hour advantage.”
“Well, if you look at it that way, Cooper, I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you, either. I’d be dead.” I turned to run the length of the bridge and shouted over my shoulder. “Now, come on down off that wall and beat me to the finish if you can!”
He perked up and slide down the wall in no time. I ran as fast as I could, ignoring the pain that shot through my ankle with each step. Cooper must have been in similar pain, because he yelled out with each stride.
I heard him, right behind me and willed my legs to churn faster.
“Georgia, run!” Dad yelled.
“Cooper, get the lead out!” Todd screamed.
The tarp was in sight, directly ahead of me. Perhaps ten more strides and I was there! Cooper was upon me, the bullring in his hand. He laughed that locomotive laugh, making me chant in my head: I think I can, I think I can, I think I can.
Five strides left. I stretched my legs to the limit, my hamstrings burning.
I know I can, I know I can, I know I can.
Two strides left!
Suddenly Cooper overtook me and flew into the blue tarp, leaping through the air as if he were tackling a Super Bowl opponent in the final play of the game.
Everyone let out a roar, even Harris in an uncharacteristic moment of emotion screamed, “And the winners are Cooper and Todd!” Fireworks erupted from a metal canister near the tarp and Cooper and Todd jumped toward each other, bumping their chests together and dancing in a typical end zone celebration.
Harris arranged his expression back into his usually blank Botoxed face and said, “Georgia, Gordon. You found the hidden clue in the citadel, had a drink with the beautiful Carmen at the bodega, and recovered the last item to complete the challenge. But, I’m sorry to say, you were not the first team to arrive and are therefore eliminated.”
Dad hugged me.
“I’m sorry, Dad.”
“It’s not your fault, honey. We were a long shot. I’m so happy I got to be your partner and spend this time with you.”
“Cooper, Todd!” Harris said. “Congratulations.” He extended his hand to receive the bullring from Cooper and held it up ceremoniously. “You are the official winners of Expedition Improbable and I’m happy to award you with the generous cash price of a quarter of a million dollars!”
Cooper and Todd began to dance around again, and it took all my effort not to pull them apart and demand answers from Todd.
While they celebrated, I took Becca aside and recounted quickly what I’d found out about Todd and Cooper.
She frowned. “We better call Sergio, don’t you think?”
Around us the crew began to pack up the tarp and load up the cameras.
“Yes, he’ll want to talk to Todd, I’m sure.” Todd and Cooper grew silent as if they realized we were discussing them.
Todd approached me. “Cooper said you wanted to talk to me?”
“I know you gave the meds to Miguel, I just want to know why—”
“I didn’t give the meds to Miguel!” he said.
“Look, you can tell it to the police—”
“I will! I didn’t give anything to Miguel! It’s not my fault. I know it was a bad decision to steal the bottle from Cooper, but I didn’t know if we’d win the contest and I needed the money. Juan Jose told me he really needed them and—”
“What? Juan Jose?” I looked around for him.
“Yeah,” Todd said. “I sold the bottle to Juan Jose. I’m sure he and Miguel were partying late and overdid it. It’s not pleasant, and I’m really sorry about it, but it was an accidental overdose.”
I looked around the set. “Where is Juan Jose?” I asked Becca.
“Oh, he went to Huesca,” Becca said.
I froze. “What? Huesca for what?”
Becca shrugged. “I don’t know. Cheryl and I were talking about Scott and how great it was that Monse found him. And I mentioned that Scott was at the hospital in Huesca, then Juan Jose said that reminded him he had some unfinished business in Huesca. So he asked Cheryl if he could take the afternoon off. She even let him borrow the SEAT. Can you believe it? I wish she’d give me an afternoon off and let me drive the car.” She shook her head at the injustice. “Anyway, he left right before you guys got here.”
My blood drained to my toes and I felt light-headed. “Oh, my God. He’s after Scott! Scott can ID him.” I ran toward the crew bus. “I need a driver!” I screamed.
Cheryl, Dad, and the others piled onto the bus, not wanting to be left behind.
“What’s going on?” Dad asked.
“We have to get to the Huesca hospital before Juan Jose. He’s going to try for a second chance at murder!”