So sure of death (16 page)

“They pick you because of your time at Elmendorf?

“My familiarity with the Alaskan Air Command didn't hurt.

“How long will you be here?

“I don't know. A week, ten days, maybe. Charles changed the subject. “I met a friend of yours this morning.

In spite of everything he did to prevent it, Liam's shoulders tensed, and Charles's twenty-twenty pilot's vision spotted it right off. “Who was that? Liam said.

“A local pilot, name of Schwenard.

“Chouinard, Liam said automatically, and cursed himself. Hell. Might as well go the whole route. “Wy Chouinard.

“Ah. What kind of name is Wy?

“Lakota Sioux. Short for Wyanet. Means beautiful.

“Um. Charles was good at those noncommittal noises that said nothing and meant everything. It was part of Liam's patrimony, and a useful adjunct to his interrogation technique, but he wasn't in the mood to be grateful today. “She mistook me for you at first.

Liam refused to be drawn. “Well, you know how men in uniform all look alike.

Charles laughed, a sound of genuine amusement. “I don't think that was it. He raised his brows, a clear invitation for Liam to confide in him.

Liam thought about what his father would say if he knew that Liam and Wy had had an affair before Jenny's death, and decided to keep his own counsel, although exactly why was beyond him. Why should it matter what Charles thought of him? It wasn't like the older man was around all that much, it wasn't like they had anything in common to begin with, it wasn't as if anything in Liam's life was predicated on the fact of their kinship.

And it wasn't like Liam knew exactly what his relationship with Wy was at present, anyway. He remained silent.

Charles's expectant smile faded, and he said in a flat voice, “I also met the other trooper for the area. An Officer Prince?

Liam relaxed, just a little. “Yes. She's new. Just arrived today, in fact.

“She's also a pilot, she tells me.

Liam nodded. “The troopers are looking for pilots nowadays.

Yet another conversational pit yawned in front of them. Charles Campbell had done his best to cure Liam, stuffing his ten-year-old son into the cockpit of a Piper Tri-Pacer and talking him through endless takeoffs and landings, but Liam's fear was real, visceral and debilitating to the point of making him physically ill. Charles had persisted with recreational flying trips to Talkeetna and Seldovia and Iliamna, up until Liam was sixteen and reached his full height, six feet three inches, and could look Charles straight in the eye and say, “No.

Liam supposed he should be thankful for Charles's attempts, as they had taught him just how tightly he could hold his sphincter muscles, a habit which proved invaluable when he became a trooper and flying into remote communities became part of the job.

But he wasn't.

Unwisely, Charles said, “Ever thought of trying to learn again yourself?

“No.

Subject closed. “She's a looker, Charles said. “Your new trooper, he added when he saw Liam's moment of confusion.

With an effort, Liam recalled Prince to mind. “I guess so, he said.

“You guess so? Charles chuckled. “I know so.

Liam's gaze sharpened. “You're here for a week, ten days tops. Don't.

If anything Charles's smile widened. “She's a grown woman.

What could Liam say? It was true. He got to his feet. “I'd better head back into town.

“What's the rush? Charles said, rising in turn. “I thought you caught the guy.

“I caught one. I'm working two cases at the moment.

“What's the other?

“A mass murder in Kulukak.

“A mass murder? How many?

“Seven.

Charles grimaced. “Ouch. Sounds like a battlefield.

Liam shrugged, the movement an unconsciously perfect copy of his father's, a smooth integration of muscle and bone that made both men look like big, lazy tigers just before they attacked. “Dead is dead, he said, not quite lying and not quite telling the truth, either. “Can I hitch a ride into town?

Charles's brows went up. “How did you get here?

“Prince flew the perp I caught back to Newenham. There wasn't room in the plane for all three of us, so I drove his four-wheeler here. It was a shorter drive to the base than it was to town.

“What do you want to do with the four-wheeler?

“Somebody else can pick it up. I'm not driving it another inch, let alone forty miles.

Another officer passed them as they came out of the building. He saluted Charles and did a double-take at Liam. “Hey, you the guy who jumped out of the plane? Man, are you crazy?

Charles's head whipped around. The other officer said to him, “You should have seen it, sir. We saw this Cub buzzing around about ten miles west of here, and we started monitoring things through the scope. And then this guy bails out, just bails out and splashes down into a lake. He shook his head, half in admiration.

Liam said shortly, “I don't know what you're talking about, and followed his father to a row of trucks lined up in front of a bull rail; Detroit-issue steeds with government plates and Air Force brands on the doors. Charles climbed into one, Liam took the shotgun seat and as they rolled through the base gates Charles said, “Just how did you apprehend your suspect, Liam?

“Have you talked to Callahan lately? Liam said. “Last time I saw him, must have been fifteen years ago. Has the old bastard taken retirement yet?

And they spent the forty miles of gravel road between Chinook Air Force Base and Newenham talking of old acquaintances from Anchorage and Elmendorf. One thing about Campbell Senior, he could take a hint. If he wanted to.

He dropped Liam in front of the trooper post, came inside ostensibly to check out Liam's office, really to see if Prince was there, which she wasn't, and made a date with Liam for dinner the following evening at Bill's. Liam stood on the porch, watching the truck go around a corner and out of sight. “Wait a minute, he said suddenly. “You're a pilot, not an engineer.

He went back inside and called his father's office in Florida. It was six o'clock Alaska time, which made it ten o'clock Florida time, so there was no answer. Tomorrow, he thought, hanging up the phone.

He tried the number David Malone had had on file for Max Bayless, and got the not-in-service message that began with those three loud and infinitely irritating tones that jarred the phlegm loose in his sinuses. He called Directory Assistance. The phone on the other end rang thirteen timeshe countedand then was answered by a breathless voice that had to rise over the noises of squabbling children in the background to inform him that she had no listing for a Bayless, Max, a Bayless, Maxim, a Bayless, Maximilien, or a Bayless of any kind, for that matter. A dead loss to the state of Alaska of sixty cents.

Prince walked in. “You been to the hospital? he said.

She nodded. The gesture didn't look as painful as it had a couple of hours before. “I'm okay. They gave me some pain pills if I need them.

“You need them?

“No, she said firmly, and made her report. She had managed to get Don Nelson's body on the last plane out to Anchorage. Frank Petla was locked up in one of the six cells located behind the local police department's dispatch office, waiting on arraignment. If Liam couldn't talk Frank around his request for a lawyer, he would have to delay further interrogation for either an early return of silvers, which would precipitate an equally early return to town by local public defender Cecilie Lundren from her fish camp up the river, or request a public defender from Anchorage. The way the fishing season wasn't going, it looked like requesting a P.D. from Anchorage would be preferable, although with state cutbacks it would probably be a week before one showed.

There was no longer any pretense in the American judicial system of a swift and speedy trial, Liam thought. So much for the Sixth Amendment.

But the sooner Liam informed Bill Billington of Don Nelson's death and Frank Petla's apprehension, the sooner she could swear out a felony warrant and the better for his chances of a conviction. Liam dearly loved convictions, and he didn't want this one screwed up because he'd violated the doctrine of habeas corpus. Too bad Frank Petla couldn't be tried before Bill. The letter of the law did not worry Bill a great deal, and her trials, conducted at Bill's Bar and Grill with Bill presiding over the bar and before a Greek chorus of bar patrons, most of whom were a little worse for the wear, frequently achieved the level of performance art.

He thought of Teddy Engebretsen, defendant in the first of Bill's trials Liam had witnessed, and grinned involuntarily. “Sorry, Prince. No, go ahead. What else?

The phone rang as Prince was finishing her report. Liam picked up the receiver and said, “One moment, please, and covered the receiver with his hand. “Have you looked for a place to stay?

Prince shook her head. “Well, go look. I'd recommend the local hotel. It's expensive but it's clean, and it has hot and cold running water. She started to speak, and he overrode her. “You're off duty, Trooper, as of now. There's a truck in the lockup out back. He fished for the keys in the desk drawer. “Eat, grab some sleep and be back here in the morning ready to fly.

She looked eager. “We'll be going back to Kulukak? He nodded, and she said, “I'll be here at eight.

“Fine, he said. “I'll be here at ten. He waited until the door closed behind her before saying into receiver, “Alaska State Troopers, Newenham post, Campbell speaking.

The blast from the other end of the line nearly knocked him out of his chair. “What the hell you mean, wait a minute! What the hell kind of way is that for an Alaska state trooper to answer the phone! Supposing somebody was shooting me; was I just supposed to take a number while you got around to talking to me?

Liam sat back up, crossed his feet on the desk and said, “Well, hey, John. How've you been?

TEN

“Who the hell cares where I been! What's this I hear about you jumping out of airplanes!

“News travels fast.

There was a short, electric silence. “Jesus! Barton spluttered finally. “You mean it's true?

“Yup, Liam said, and waited.

The explosion was not long in coming. Barton erupted into the phone, called Liam ten kinds of fool, questioned the legitimacy of his ancestors to the fourth generation, libeled his education, condemned his training and subjected his intelligence to a scathing review. He paused for breath, and Liam said sweetly, savoring the moment, “Just doing my duty, John. You know we troopers always get our man.

Another eruption followed, and Liam waited it out, checking the level of paper in the printer tray, rearranging the inbox, the outbox and the to-be-filed box. By the time John ran down the second time, he'd closed two files, one for drunken driving and reckless endangerment on the road between Newenham and the Air Force base, one for sexual assault in the third degree, and had started on a third, embezzlement of funds from the local Native corporation. This last was being closed because there was no point in a prosecution, as no one could be found to testify for or against anyone else, no matter how much money was missing, and the person who had reported it gone had been fired and the person accused of stealing it named to the board of directors.

“Liam!

The bellow broke his concentration. “John? You still there?

“Yes, you smug bastard, I am still here. A pause. Almost pleadingly, his boss said, “What the hell were you thinking?

Liam put down his pen and sat back again. “I was thinking that a guy who maybe killed one person, who actually did shoot another and assault a thirdone of our own, I might addI was thinking this guy was going to get clean away if I didn't do something, and do it fast.

A brief pause. “You're sure this guy did it?

“The shooting and the assault, yes. I don't have his confession on the stabbing yet, but he was there, he had the murder weapon, he was fleeing the scene. And he was drunk. He looks pretty good to me.

Another pause, while they both thought about what booze did in the Alaskan Bush to keep up the rates of child abuse, rape and murder every month. “There wasn't any other way to apprehend him?

“No. There might have been, but Liam had been the trooper on the spot, and it had been his decision to make. He wasn't going to back away from it.

Another pause. “All right. A long sigh. “But, Jesus, Liam.

Liam grinned at the calendar on the opposite wall. “Well, John, you know how I hate to fly.

“Fine, Barton said, “then just don't get on them in the first place. You don't have to jump out of them in midair.

He didn't say and Liam didn't mention that if you were a trooper in the Bush, you flew.

Their minds must have been following the same track, because Barton said, “You ever think about learning to fly, Liam?

“No, Liam said for the second time that day.

“All right, all right, Barton said, “never mind, it was just a suggestion. Who was this guy and what'd he do?

Liam told him. Barton grunted. “Nice he returned to the scene of the crime.

“You know what they say, Liam said blandly. “That is your standard deviant sociopath's customary behavior.

Barton made a rude suggestion as to what Liam could do with “they say. “What about this boat thing?

Liam's smile faded. He fished out the picture of the Malones in Hawaii. It was a little waterlogged but Molly's impact was undiminished. “Seven dead; father, mother, two kids, father's brother and two deckhands. Or so I gather, from talking with the locals and going through the father's business records. We'll have to wait for the M.E.'s ID to be sure.