“They’re a protected species in California, so once one’s in the ground, it’s staying put. They can live up to six hundred years, so if you were to bury something under one of them, chances are that thing would never be discovered. At least not for a few centuries.” I leaned in. “If you ever come back here,” I whispered, “you won’t find her, you’ll find me. And then no one will ever find you.”
