Authors: Aimee Thurlo
White Thunder (13 page)
“I’ve talked to her about that
already. Is there anything else you can tell me?”
already. Is there anything else you can tell me?”
“Just one more thing. Her checks weren’t getting to her because someone had filed for a change of address—Mr. Yellowhorse ostensibly. But the EMTs made a positive ID and swore the man was dead. That’s as far as I got when I had to turn the case over to Thomas. Simmons got pissed at me for not filing reports on time so he told me to give the case,
and any others I was working on, to Agent Thomas until I caught up with my paperwork. I advised Simmons strongly against that course of action. I explained that I didn’t think Agent Thomas was qualified to work a case on the reservation yet and mentioned the cultural factors, but he wasn’t listening.
and any others I was working on, to Agent Thomas until I caught up with my paperwork. I advised Simmons strongly against that course of action. I explained that I didn’t think Agent Thomas was qualified to work a case on the reservation yet and mentioned the cultural factors, but he wasn’t listening.
“I had no choice,” Blalock said, then in a somber voice added, “I was real close to losing it
with Simmons, Ella. Before I could say something that would have undoubtedly ruined what’s left of my career, I took his suggestion to take my annual leave and went on vacation.”
with Simmons, Ella. Before I could say something that would have undoubtedly ruined what’s left of my career, I took his suggestion to take my annual leave and went on vacation.”
“If you started the case, then handed it to Thomas, there’s got to be a file or notes on this somewhere,” Ella said.
“Yeah, there is. I know because I started the file myself and passed it on to Andy. It should be in
our office.”
our office.”
“Yeah? I haven’t been able to find it.”
“It’s probably on his desk somewhere. His filing system sucks worse than mine.”
“It’s not there. Simmons, Officer Tache, and I all searched your office.”
“I’m coming back today, Ella. I’ll find the file.”
“Is it possible Agent Thomas took it home?” Ella asked.
“No way. He wouldn’t even take his computer files with him.”
“Somebody must
have. The case file is missing.”
have. The case file is missing.”
“I’ll look through my desk and his file cabinet. Maybe you all overlooked it or it was mislabeled or relabeled,” Blalock replied, undaunted. “Did you check every folder?”
“No. That would have taken time we didn’t have. And I couldn’t turn it over to a clerk, considering the nature of the job. We weren’t supposed to be going through those files in the first place.”
“Yeah. Simmons would be facing the mother of all reprimands if his boss found out you’d been given access to Bureau files,” Blalock replied. “Looks like you need me, Clah.”
“Not as much as Andy Thomas does.”
“You got that right. What are the chances he’s still alive?”
“It’s been over a day and a half since he made the call. But if he’s in a mine shaft, and could still speak and get a signal
out, he’s probably got air available. It all depends on what his injuries are, I guess.”
out, he’s probably got air available. It all depends on what his injuries are, I guess.”
“Right. Fingers crossed here. He’s an idiot, but nobody deserves to die alone like that.”
“Tell me about it,” she muttered. “I guess I’ll see you when you get here. Give me a call as soon as you get back, or if you think of anything before then.”
“Count on it.”
“One more thing before you hang up. Did you
ever talk to anyone at the Social Security Administration office?” Ella asked.
ever talk to anyone at the Social Security Administration office?” Ella asked.
“No, but I think Andy did,” Blalock said.
“I’ll follow it up and see what I can uncover.”
“Good. And, Ella, a word of advice about dealing with Simmons. He’s got a chip on his shoulder about minorities and women in the Bureau, if you haven’t noticed already. Passed over too many times for promotion, I think. Don’t
let it get to you, okay?”
let it get to you, okay?”
“You mean I can’t shoot him?”
“Better not. But you have my permission to beat the crap out of him,” Blalock asserted, then ended the call.
It was 1:00 P.M. by the time they arrived at the station in Shiprock. Ella was happy to see that her vehicle had been repaired. Once inside the building, Justine brought out the file with all the photos of the area where Thomas’s
car had been found and set them down on Ella’s desk.
car had been found and set them down on Ella’s desk.
Ella studied each photo carefully, especially the close-ups. “Check these tracks against the ones made by Rainwater’s vehicle or any he might have driven at work—except a hearse, of course. I want to know if they’re a match. And if we ever find Mrs. Krause’s stolen vehicle, it should get the treatment as well. Meanwhile, I’ve got a phone call
to make to the social security office in Farmington.”
to make to the social security office in Farmington.”
Ella was put on hold three times. She was getting impatient and close to losing her temper when a cold, disinterested voice answered.
“This is Jerry Hathaway. What can I do for you, Mrs …”
“Investigator
Clah of the Navajo tribal police. I’m working on a case in conjunction with the FBI. A resident FBI agent named Andrew Thomas was making
inquiries into a suspected social security fraud case and called your office to get some information.”
Clah of the Navajo tribal police. I’m working on a case in conjunction with the FBI. A resident FBI agent named Andrew Thomas was making
inquiries into a suspected social security fraud case and called your office to get some information.”
“Agent Thomas, you said? From the FBI?”
“Yes. Do you remember speaking to him?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. A Navajo woman had reported that she’d never received her husband’s death benefits or had his monthly survivor-benefit checks sent to her at her new address. We looked into the
matter and learned that the man had supposedly filled out a notification for a change of address on-line. His social security checks were being mailed to the new address as requested but, according to Agent Thomas, he was deceased and couldn’t have made that request on the date we had on record. We take fraud very seriously and cooperated fully with Agent Thomas. To give you an idea, it would normally
have taken us weeks to get the information he wanted, but I phoned him with the names he needed in less than four days.”
matter and learned that the man had supposedly filled out a notification for a change of address on-line. His social security checks were being mailed to the new address as requested but, according to Agent Thomas, he was deceased and couldn’t have made that request on the date we had on record. We take fraud very seriously and cooperated fully with Agent Thomas. To give you an idea, it would normally
have taken us weeks to get the information he wanted, but I phoned him with the names he needed in less than four days.”
“Names, you said?”
“Agent Thomas asked me for a list of other social security recipients on the reservation who’d filed a change of address during the last six months. He was particularly interested in people whose checks were going to a post office box number off the reservation.”
“Can you give me those names?”
“Yes. I have them in a folder. Hold please.”
Once again Ella was subjected to the drone of the elevator music. She was drumming her fingers on the table impatiently when Justine came in. Ella looked up at her, scowling.
“What did I do?” Justine protested.
“It’s not you, it’s the bureaucratic runaround phone tag that’s got me annoyed.”
Justine nodded. “While
you’re in limbo, I have some bad news. No match on the tire tracks on site and Rainwater’s vehicle. I also checked with the mortuary. They have a van there, but the tire size would be wrong. Were you thinking someone at the Sing went after Thomas after Jim and Eugene left?”
you’re in limbo, I have some bad news. No match on the tire tracks on site and Rainwater’s vehicle. I also checked with the mortuary. They have a van there, but the tire size would be wrong. Were you thinking someone at the Sing went after Thomas after Jim and Eugene left?”
“It was a possibility I wanted to check into since the Darwin rejects told us they’d seen someone driving up,” she said,
then switched her attention to Jerry Hathaway. “Yes, I’m still here.”
then switched her attention to Jerry Hathaway. “Yes, I’m still here.”
“Here are the three names I gave him—Daniel Yellowhorse, Billy Tom, and Roy Blackhat,” he said, then proceeded to give her the addresses of the latter two.
“Did he ever call you back and update you on what he’d found?”
“No, he didn’t.”
After thanking Hathaway, Ella ended the call and glanced at Justine. “We’ve got to do
some serious digging,” she said, and passed on what she’d learned. “We know Yellowhorse is dead, but let’s go to the addresses Hathaway gave me. We need to see who’s living in those homes now and talk to someone face-to-face.”
some serious digging,” she said, and passed on what she’d learned. “We know Yellowhorse is dead, but let’s go to the addresses Hathaway gave me. We need to see who’s living in those homes now and talk to someone face-to-face.”
“You want to split up?”
“No. I have a feeling we may have to canvas their neighborhoods and two can work that faster than one,” she said. “But let me call the sheriff’s
department again. Taylor was going to have somebody check on the status of Daniel Yellowhorse’s death certificate. You didn’t take the call, did you?”
department again. Taylor was going to have somebody check on the status of Daniel Yellowhorse’s death certificate. You didn’t take the call, did you?”
When Justine shook her head, Ella called Sheriff Taylor. Three minutes later, she hung up, shaking her head. “The deputy is trying to locate a supervisor. The clerk that runs that part of county
records closed up for lunch and still isn’t back.
But we should be getting an answer within a half hour—tops.”
records closed up for lunch and still isn’t back.
But we should be getting an answer within a half hour—tops.”
“Right. And the choppers are coming—and the check’s in the mail. Count me as a pessimist. Just when we need to know this stuff yesterday, another roadblock appears in our way. I sure hope Andy Thomas is still hanging on.”
“Me, too,” Ella nodded.
As they walked out to the parking lot, Ella glanced at her now repaired unit, spotting
Clifford’s spare in the back. She’d drop it by next time she went home, or in that direction. “My wheels are good to go, but I need time to think, so we’ll take your cruiser and you drive. Go to Billy Tom’s house first.”
Clifford’s spare in the back. She’d drop it by next time she went home, or in that direction. “My wheels are good to go, but I need time to think, so we’ll take your cruiser and you drive. Go to Billy Tom’s house first.”
Silence stretched out between them as they drove across the river and past an old residential area on the southwestern side of Shiprock. The houses there had been demolished,
hauled away, and buried years ago because they’d been constructed with materials contaminated with uranium tailings—a legacy of the old uranium mill across the highway. The land there was still uninhabitable in the eyes of some, so the former neighborhood of fifty or more houses was no more. A few houses adjacent to the three run-down streets had cropped up but the area, for the most part, was an
eyesore where memories of lost innocence lingered.
hauled away, and buried years ago because they’d been constructed with materials contaminated with uranium tailings—a legacy of the old uranium mill across the highway. The land there was still uninhabitable in the eyes of some, so the former neighborhood of fifty or more houses was no more. A few houses adjacent to the three run-down streets had cropped up but the area, for the most part, was an
eyesore where memories of lost innocence lingered.
“That place gives me the creeps,” Justine said. “Like it’s haunted or something.”
Ella nodded slowly. “People didn’t know any better back then, so they lived in the houses the Bureau of Mines provided for them, trusting they were safe. The workers at the helium plant had children and raised them there for twenty or more years. Then, when it
was too late, they found out that their homes had been built using concrete and mortar contaminated with radioactive materials. And politicians wonder why the People don’t trust the federal government.”
was too late, they found out that their homes had been built using concrete and mortar contaminated with radioactive materials. And politicians wonder why the People don’t trust the federal government.”
They circled toward the north to a neighborhood of single-and double-wide mobile homes, each separated by a quarter of an acre, closer to the river. Sheep and goats grazed on the meager
pickings
the small parcels provided, supplemented by alfalfa and whatever other feed was available.
pickings
the small parcels provided, supplemented by alfalfa and whatever other feed was available.
Billy Tom’s house was positioned perpendicular to a ditch about fifty feet away, having apparently just been backed into place. Seeing no vehicles or livestock, Ella glanced around, walked up the rickety wooden steps to the door, and knocked. No one answered.
“He’s not there,” a boy about eight years old
called out from across the road where he was playing with a toy truck.
called out from across the road where he was playing with a toy truck.
Ella walked over to question him, but before she could get there, an obviously pregnant Navajo woman in her late twenties came out.
“Go inside, son,” she said. “And get your toy.” The boy picked up the red dump truck and went inside without a word. Without so much as glancing at Ella, the woman turned to follow him inside.
“Wait, ma’am. We’re trying to locate your neighbor,” Ella called out.
“He’s gone.” The woman half turned to look at them, a scowl on her face.
“Do you know where he’s gone?”
She shook her head, and hurried inside the trailer before Ella could ask another question.
Justine sighed. “My guess, judging from that response, is that Billy Tom died.”
“We need to know for sure. Then we have to find
out where he died and who buried him.”
out where he died and who buried him.”
“Our best shot is getting that information from records. This isn’t a traditionalist area exactly, but from the looks of it, no one’s going to rush right out and talk to us about a dead man,” Justine said. “They probably figure that they have enough bad luck without risking calling a
chindi.”
chindi.”
Ella nodded slowly, taking a look around. There was no local
trash service here, and garbage was piled in barrels or plastic bags, ready to be burned or taken to the closest dump. Beer bottles and cardboard boxes were scattered all over.
trash service here, and garbage was piled in barrels or plastic bags, ready to be burned or taken to the closest dump. Beer bottles and cardboard boxes were scattered all over.
“I don’t know if it’s bad luck or just loss of hope,” Ella commented softly, her gaze taking in the area. “There’s never enough money, just kids that have to be fed and clothed. A lot of our people can’t make a living
from the land anymore and many of them just don’t know how to do anything else. The ones that get a good education have to move away to use what they’ve learned since there are so few opportunities here.”
from the land anymore and many of them just don’t know how to do anything else. The ones that get a good education have to move away to use what they’ve learned since there are so few opportunities here.”
“It’s a wonder we don’t have more crime considering how many people live below poverty level,” Justine said. “I read an article Jaime at the
Times
wrote last week saying that more than half
the Navajo homes still burn wood for heating, but a lot of families can’t afford woodstoves so they’re making their own using whatever they can get, like empty metal containers. Deaths inevitably follow.”
Times
wrote last week saying that more than half
the Navajo homes still burn wood for heating, but a lot of families can’t afford woodstoves so they’re making their own using whatever they can get, like empty metal containers. Deaths inevitably follow.”
Ella looked down the street. “Come on. Let’s start knocking on doors. We’re bound to meet a Christian or a modernist who won’t mind talking about the dead.”
I
t was a long process. Justine finally caught up with Ella as they reached the opposite end of the row of mobile homes. “Most people aren’t home right now, cuz,” Justine said. “But I found an elderly man who told me that his neighbor went out and never came back. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get him to clarify so I don’t know if the body was carried out, or if the man just drove away.”
t was a long process. Justine finally caught up with Ella as they reached the opposite end of the row of mobile homes. “Most people aren’t home right now, cuz,” Justine said. “But I found an elderly man who told me that his neighbor went out and never came back. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get him to clarify so I don’t know if the body was carried out, or if the man just drove away.”
Ella knocked on the door of the last mobile home in her section and a teenager wearing a Britney Spears T-shirt and baggy jeans answered. Ella figured that she should have been in school, like the boy at the other trailer with the truck, but decided to let it pass.
After introducing herself Ella learned the girl’s name. “Roxanne, I’d like to ask you some questions about one of your neighbors—Billy
Tom.”
Tom.”
“Oh, the old man down by the ditch?” Seeing Ella nod, she continued. “What about him? He’s gone now, you know. His trailer’s filled with some good stuff, but no one wants it. The family across the street is really upset about the whole thing and they’re going to be moving their trailer away from here.”
“So he’s dead?” Ella asked.
“Worse than roadkill. Mrs. Begay, the pregnant woman next
door, smelled something rotting in the trailer and called the cops.
It turned out to be Mr. Tom. They found him sitting in front of his TV, watching
Jeopardy
. Well, not really watching, I guess. He’d been dead for weeks. So now no one wants to talk about him, but I’ve got to tell you, I sure thought about getting his TV set. If it works that well after being on all that time, and no one else wants
it, why not?”
door, smelled something rotting in the trailer and called the cops.
It turned out to be Mr. Tom. They found him sitting in front of his TV, watching
Jeopardy
. Well, not really watching, I guess. He’d been dead for weeks. So now no one wants to talk about him, but I’ve got to tell you, I sure thought about getting his TV set. If it works that well after being on all that time, and no one else wants
it, why not?”
Ella didn’t comment. “Did you see who picked up the body?”
“I don’t know. The sergeant called someone, I guess.”
“Sergeant? Who was the officer, do you know?”
Roxanne grinned, standing up straight and accentuating the front of her blouse. “The cute guy with the cool hair—you know, real short. He’s built like a wrestler.”
“Joseph,” Ella and Justine both said at the same time,
glancing at each other and trying hard not to burst out laughing.
glancing at each other and trying hard not to burst out laughing.
“Sergeant Neskahi?” Ella asked, looking at the girl.
“That’s him. He patrols this area sometimes when he’s not helping out the tribe’s murder squad,” she said.
“Murder squad?” Justine whispered to Ella, who just grinned.
Ella thanked Roxanne, got her last name, then walked out with Justine to the unit. “Call the station and
have the desk sergeant check through records. I want to know if there’s a mention of the pickup by Mesa Vista.”
have the desk sergeant check through records. I want to know if there’s a mention of the pickup by Mesa Vista.”
Justine used her cell phone, and a moment later nodded. “It was them, all right.” Justine then listened to the person on the other end of the phone again, frowned, then disconnected the call.
“What was the second thing?”
“Sheriff Taylor’s office called because they couldn’t get through
to us on the radio. You know the deputy that was checking to see if there was a death certificate for Daniel Yellowhorse?”
to us on the radio. You know the deputy that was checking to see if there was a death certificate for Daniel Yellowhorse?”
“Yeah. Let me guess, there wasn’t one.” Ella shrugged.
“Wrong. There
was
a death certificate for him.” Justine said. “Which leaves us nowhere. Who do you think arranged for a change of address then?”
was
a death certificate for him.” Justine said. “Which leaves us nowhere. Who do you think arranged for a change of address then?”
“Either the social security people are screwing things up and covering
for it, or the county records people are responsible and
changing the information now that they know it’s being searched. We need to confirm what kind of checks are being rerouted—survivor benefits to the spouse or retirement benefits for the guys who just happen to be dead. But either way, someone is getting these checks, and we’ve got to figure out who that is. I’m convinced these answers are the
key to finding Andy”
for it, or the county records people are responsible and
changing the information now that they know it’s being searched. We need to confirm what kind of checks are being rerouted—survivor benefits to the spouse or retirement benefits for the guys who just happen to be dead. But either way, someone is getting these checks, and we’ve got to figure out who that is. I’m convinced these answers are the
key to finding Andy”
“But in order to make someone appear to be still living, on paper at least, wouldn’t their death certificate have to disappear?”
“Yeah, or have them filed under another name. Let’s see what happened to Roy Blackhat. If he’s dead, too, we’ll ask the county to find out if there’s a death certificate on file for him and Billy Tom. If the county has a record of the deaths, and
the checks are just the result of a clerical error, we’ve gone around in a circle and nothing makes sense. But my instincts tell me some kind of fraud is going on, and Thomas was about to confront those responsible.”
the checks are just the result of a clerical error, we’ve gone around in a circle and nothing makes sense. But my instincts tell me some kind of fraud is going on, and Thomas was about to confront those responsible.”
As they walked Ella looked down at the address they’d be going to next. “What I still don’t have a handle on is exactly what happened to Agent Thomas. Did he fall into one of the
mines while being pursued and the perps decided to leave him there, or did Thomas hide and become injured later? What really worries me is that if the bad guys know where he’s at and we tip our hand, they may just go back and finish the job.”
mines while being pursued and the perps decided to leave him there, or did Thomas hide and become injured later? What really worries me is that if the bad guys know where he’s at and we tip our hand, they may just go back and finish the job.”
“Good point.”
As they reached the car, Ella handed Justine the second address. After a drive through Shiprock they reached a modern housing area on the
bluff north of the river valley. Judging from the late-model cars, this was an area of Navajo professionals. They located the house number quickly, but a look through the parted curtains as they walked to the porch revealed that the house was empty.
bluff north of the river valley. Judging from the late-model cars, this was an area of Navajo professionals. They located the house number quickly, but a look through the parted curtains as they walked to the porch revealed that the house was empty.
A middle-aged Navajo woman wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and sweeping her front porch watched them peek through the windows, then came over. “Are
you looking for Mr. Blackhat?” she asked.
you looking for Mr. Blackhat?” she asked.
“Yes, we are,” Ella said, and flashed her badge.
“You’re a little late, I’m afraid. I think he’s dead.”
“But you’re not sure?” Ella pressed.
“Well, I do know that he was diagnosed with a brain tumor and didn’t have long to live. He gave away all his things. Then, one day, right in the middle of winter, he just got into his car and drove off.”
“To
where, do you know?”
where, do you know?”
“He said he was going to have a Sing done, then die in the old way. But I’m not sure if he meant in a hogan somewhere or if he was saying that he intended to just walk off into the desert. If he did, he would have frozen to death for sure. It was January.”
“Do you know who was going to do the Sing?”
“I don’t know, but I suppose it would have had to have been someone who
lived close by. That car of his wouldn’t have taken him far. It was a good thirty years old, and the tires were so bald you could almost see air through them.”
lived close by. That car of his wouldn’t have taken him far. It was a good thirty years old, and the tires were so bald you could almost see air through them.”
“What type and make?” Ella asked.
“An old VW van, probably from the sixties. Faded blue—well, closer to tan now—the blue is almost completely gone.”
Ella nodded to Justine, who called it in. Minutes later as they were walking back to
Justine’s unit, Neskahi called them back.
Justine’s unit, Neskahi called them back.
“A vehicle that fits that description is parked in the impound yard. It was towed in late last winter, March eighteenth. It was found abandoned in a ravine south of Big Gap,” he told Ella. “Isn’t that in the same area as your brother’s hogan?”
“Yes, it is. I’ll be going there next, Joseph. Anything on Rainwater yet?”
“No, but we’ve got his house staked
out.”
out.”
“Who’s watching it now?”
“Philip Cloud. Between him and his brother, Michael, we’ve got it covered round the clock.”
“Good job.”
Ella placed the phone back in her jacket pocket. “Drop me off at the station. Then I need you to go back out to the place where we found Agent Thomas’s car and take another look around. After that, go search Blalock’s office, and look through every single file
if necessary. It’ll be hours before he’s here and I don’t want to
wait. Blalock says that there’s a case file for the social security investigation in there someplace. Search behind the file cabinet, desks, and any place where it might have fallen during a previous search. Here’s a key I ‘borrowed’ from his desk.”
if necessary. It’ll be hours before he’s here and I don’t want to
wait. Blalock says that there’s a case file for the social security investigation in there someplace. Search behind the file cabinet, desks, and any place where it might have fallen during a previous search. Here’s a key I ‘borrowed’ from his desk.”
“Sneaky, aren’t you?” Justine said, smiling. “If there’s anything there, I’ll find
it, Ella.”
it, Ella.”
After Justine dropped Ella off near her vehicle, Ella took a moment to decompress. Her stomach hurt round the clock these days. It was tension. Some people got headaches—she got stomachaches. Pushing the pain back into a dark corner of her mind, Ella drove to her brother’s hogan south of Shiprock, parked, then unloaded Clifford’s spare tire and rolled it over to his truck while she
waited to be invited in. Seeing her lifting the tire into the bed of the pickup, Clifford’s wife, Loretta, called out to her from the porch of their home. “Your brother’s not here.”
waited to be invited in. Seeing her lifting the tire into the bed of the pickup, Clifford’s wife, Loretta, called out to her from the porch of their home. “Your brother’s not here.”
“Where is he?” Ella asked. “I need to talk to him.”
“Picking herbs again. This time he’s in the field on the far side of the irrigation ditch.”
“Thanks.” There was no time to walk. Instead, Ella took the unit and
drove straight to the area, which she knew well from previous visits. First, she’d find out if her brother knew anything about what had happened to Roy Blackhat and then figure out what part, if any, the mortuary had played in Thomas’s disappearance. Agent Thomas’s future hung by a delicate thread and instinct and logic told her that she was somehow missing a big piece of the puzzle. She still hadn’t
made the connection that would link motive and crime.
drove straight to the area, which she knew well from previous visits. First, she’d find out if her brother knew anything about what had happened to Roy Blackhat and then figure out what part, if any, the mortuary had played in Thomas’s disappearance. Agent Thomas’s future hung by a delicate thread and instinct and logic told her that she was somehow missing a big piece of the puzzle. She still hadn’t
made the connection that would link motive and crime.
Ella parked beside the empty irrigation ditch, took a look around, then got out of her unit. She scrambled down to the dry, sandy bottom of the four-foot-deep ditch, knowing that this was the shortest route to where she was going. Driving alongside the ditch in her vehicle to a crossing point would cost her half an hour. Here a five-minute
walk would pay off.
walk would pay off.
Ella climbed out the other side, then jogged down the track that lined a field, which had been allowed to go fallow. It now contained native plants instead of melons, corn, or alfalfa. Once she’d
gone about fifty yards, she saw her brother squatting down beside a plant.
gone about fifty yards, she saw her brother squatting down beside a plant.
Seeing her, Clifford smiled and stood up. “What brings you all the way over here?”
“I put your spare tire
in the bed of the truck, but that wasn’t the only reason I came. I have a question for you,” she said. “Did you do a Sing for an elderly patient who’d been diagnosed with a brain tumor?” she asked, doing her best to avoid mentioning him by name. “He has a house on the mesa at the east end of Shiprock. I understand he had a Sing done, and I’m hoping that he came to you.”
in the bed of the truck, but that wasn’t the only reason I came. I have a question for you,” she said. “Did you do a Sing for an elderly patient who’d been diagnosed with a brain tumor?” she asked, doing her best to avoid mentioning him by name. “He has a house on the mesa at the east end of Shiprock. I understand he had a Sing done, and I’m hoping that he came to you.”
“Thank you for not mentioning
his name,” Clifford replied. “I don’t know why you’re interested in him, but my guess is that he’s dead by now.”
his name,” Clifford replied. “I don’t know why you’re interested in him, but my guess is that he’s dead by now.”
“That’s what I’ve been led to believe. He drove one of those old VW vans, and it was found abandoned not too far from here last March,” she said. “Can you tell me what happened after you saw him?”
“He came to me late January asking for prayers to protect him on his final journey.
He’d made up his mind not to live out his last few months in a hospital surrounded by the
chindi
of those who had died there. He was in his eighties, had no family left, so he planned to abandon his car and then start walking into the desert. His grandfather had died that way and, as he said, it was an honorable death.”
He’d made up his mind not to live out his last few months in a hospital surrounded by the
chindi
of those who had died there. He was in his eighties, had no family left, so he planned to abandon his car and then start walking into the desert. His grandfather had died that way and, as he said, it was an honorable death.”
Ella said nothing for several long moments, then gave him a hard look. “You
knew he was going to commit suicide, so why did you let him go?”
knew he was going to commit suicide, so why did you let him go?”
Clifford shook his head, disapproval shining clearly in his eyes as he gazed back at her. “You’re a part of our tribe, yet sometimes I’d swear that you understand nothing. He was going to
die
. The doctors knew it, he knew it, and so did I. All he was asking was to go his own way. He wanted to die in the desert he loved, not tucked
away out of sight in a little hospital room where he couldn’t even see the sacred mountains,” Clifford said, searching her eyes to see if she understood now. Apparently not satisfied
with what he saw there, he added, “The last words he spoke to me say it best. He told me he wasn’t taking his life—that he was going out to enjoy what he had left of it. Then he’d sit down and rest.”
die
. The doctors knew it, he knew it, and so did I. All he was asking was to go his own way. He wanted to die in the desert he loved, not tucked
away out of sight in a little hospital room where he couldn’t even see the sacred mountains,” Clifford said, searching her eyes to see if she understood now. Apparently not satisfied
with what he saw there, he added, “The last words he spoke to me say it best. He told me he wasn’t taking his life—that he was going out to enjoy what he had left of it. Then he’d sit down and rest.”
Clifford crouched
down, inspecting a plant for a moment, then glanced back up at her and regarded her thoughtfully. “He died honorably—in the tradition of his ancestors. That’s worthy of your respect.”
down, inspecting a plant for a moment, then glanced back up at her and regarded her thoughtfully. “He died honorably—in the tradition of his ancestors. That’s worthy of your respect.”
“There
are
simpler and more comfortable ways to go.”
are
simpler and more comfortable ways to go.”
“Maybe in
your
opinion.”
your
opinion.”
Ella heard the tone in his voice and knew that an argument would get them nowhere. Clifford’s mind was made up. “So, for the record,
you believe he’s dead.”
you believe he’s dead.”
“Absolutely. You could see his end was near just by looking at him. If you need to verify it, check your records and see if a body was found in the desert around here sometime after January.”
“I will.” She started back toward the ditch and Clifford joined her.
“You don’t look so good and your feet are dragging. Is it the case you’re working on?”
“Yeah. I’m exhausted.
There’s an FBI agent out here on the Rez somewhere, lost and maybe dying, but I can’t get a fix on him at all. His time may be running out, and I’m still spinning my wheels and getting no place.”
There’s an FBI agent out here on the Rez somewhere, lost and maybe dying, but I can’t get a fix on him at all. His time may be running out, and I’m still spinning my wheels and getting no place.”
Clifford studied her expression, then lapsed into a lengthy silence. At long last he spoke. “The problem is that you’re torn between going by the book so you can make a case against the guilty and doing
whatever’s necessary to find this agent while there’s still hope. But by trying to cover all the bases at once, it’s impossible for you to make progress.”
whatever’s necessary to find this agent while there’s still hope. But by trying to cover all the bases at once, it’s impossible for you to make progress.”
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