Part 14 (1/2)
But in the next instant he was returned to the present. Gaze fixed on the woman at his side.
In a blur of motion Cait's gun was drawn and in her hand as she took off in the direction of the sounds.
”s.h.i.+t. Wait!” But of course she didn't. No surprise there.
The surprise was feeling himself take off after her.
She was amazingly fast. Somehow he hadn't figured on that. He sprinted along, leaping over fallen logs, dodging around piles of stone until he was within a few feet of her. Voices sounded ahead of them. Young. Panicked.
”f.u.c.k, she's got a gun. Run!”
Cait stopped so suddenly that he had to swerve to avoid running her over. Lungs heaving, Zach watched as three teens scattered in different directions, stumbling through the brush and trees at a comical speed. ”Did you see a weapon?”
Shaking her head in disgust, she reholstered her gun. And it occurred to him that he'd never seen anyone draw from a back harness as smoothly, as efficiently as she had. Headache or not, there was nothing wrong with her reflexes.
”Idiots. I don't know what they were doing, but those weren't shots.”
”From the scent in the air, I'd guess Black Cats. Fire-crackers,” he explained when she turned to look at him quizzically. ”Light a strip and toss them in a cave and they really make some noise.”
”They're illegal in most states.”
”Well, yeah.” He brushed past her to approach the area the kids had vacated. ”Doesn't make them impossible to get. I think you can still buy them some places in Was.h.i.+ngton.” She'd fallen in step beside him and he c.o.c.ked a brow at her. ”Didn't you ever get your hands on M-80s when you were a kid? Toss them under a bridge when a semi was heading over it and the driver would think he'd blown three or four tires.”
”Delinquent.” Clearly she was unfamiliar with those particular delights of childhood. Her brow furrowed as she scanned the area. ”So you're saying there are caves in this area?”
”Sawyer's Ice Caves. Forestry service has chained off the entrance from the road, and I don't think they're on the current maps. But they're not strictly closed to visitors. Just not publicized.” He stopped and slipped off his backpack, taking out a flashlight. ”Here.” He switched it on and led the way to the small crevice sheltered by an outcropping of rocks. ”See this?”
She took the light from him, dropping to her knees to peer inside. ”How deep is it?”
”Not very. There's a larger one and a couple small ones like this. They're considered lava tubes, though you'll find much bigger ones near Bend. But there's ice on the floor of the caves even in the hottest summer temperatures.” The last thing he expected was to see her shed her pack, unzip it, and withdraw climbing gloves. ”If you didn't bring a hard hat you're going to end up with a far worse headache than you started with today.”
”I'll be careful.” Remaining in a crouched position, she started into the entrance.
With a mental shrug, he remained where he was. He'd crawled the caves as a kid, but he practically had to bend himself double to get inside now, and d.a.m.ned if he was willing to do that. So instead he got comfortable on a rock and watched Cait's shapely a.s.s as she made her way inside. There were, he reflected consideringly, far worse ways to spend a morning.
”There's ice on the floors!” Her excited voice drifted outside to him.
”I believe I mentioned that. There are also small stalact.i.tes on the ceiling, too, so watch your . . .” He heard a muttered curse and broke off the rest of the warning. Luckily she was the most hardheaded woman he'd ever known. She was going to need it.
In a few minutes she was crawling out again. ”You said there's a bigger one?”
Silently he got up and led her to the largest of the caves and climbed down to its entrance. ”You won't need the flashlight until you get deeper inside.”
She followed him curiously. ”Why is it so light . . . ah.” Looking up, she saw the natural skylight in the forest floor above. ”Have to watch where you're walking up there.” He lingered in the opening while she explored the depths of the cave. This time she was gone longer than he would have expected. And her expression, when she finally came out, was thoughtful.
”They wouldn't have been good places to hide the bones.”
Her quick sideways glance told him better than words that he'd guessed her thoughts correctly. And when the h.e.l.l had he developed that knack? Irritated, he began heading south to get back to the area they'd been exploring earlier.
Striding beside him, she asked, ”Why do you say that?” She was peeling the gloves off her hands and stuffing them back inside the pack before slipping her arms through the straps. The Steri-Strips, he noted, were still in place.
And the fact that he'd observed that detail at all just made impatience stream through him. ”The caves are too well-known. That ups the chances of someone stumbling on them before now. There are tons of bigger, roomier caves in eastern Oregon.”
”Like near Bend.”
”They would have been even worse choices, for the same reasons. Some of those caves are under the lease of a private company that arranges daily tours. Others are banned from tourists because of erosion or bat habitats, or whatnot.” He lifted a shoulder. Oregon was nothing if not environmentally friendly. ”Your guy would have been risking exposure to use any well-traveled tourist destination as his dump site. Many of these are also routinely maintained by the Forestry Service.”
She was silent for a long time as they walked, and this time he didn't have a clue what she might be thinking.
But his mind was stuck on one thing. With the exception of his years in the Army, he'd spent his whole life in the region. It was clear that whoever put those bodies in the cave in Castle Rock was someone familiar with the area. Which meant it could be someone he knew.
Afghanistan had stripped away any illusions he might have once had. He realized people were capable of unspeakable atrocities.
But it was still hard to believe there was someone living in the area capable of this.
It was a couple hours and an undetermined number of miles before they happened upon a makes.h.i.+ft shelter that didn't appear abandoned. Cait walked around the small campsite, taking in the rotted log pulled close to the ring of stones that served as the fire pit. It would function as seating, she supposed, if one wasn't too fussy about comfort. And the current occupant of this site, although absent, didn't appear overly concerned with niceties.
”Fire's still smoldering.” Zach stared into the distance, his mirrored sungla.s.ses making it impossible to see his eyes. ”Someone used it this morning.”
She poked around in the three-sided tarp strung between two pines that served as a shelter. There was a dented kettle stacked with some serviceable metal dishes in one corner on the ground. A battered can of Folgers, half empty. A rolled up sleeping bag in another corner. A backpack, dingy and torn, laid half beneath it.
Ducking out of the shelter, she started, ”Whoever lives here, he doesn't have much in the way of . . .”
”I've got a gun pointed right at the woman's head.”
The unfamiliar voice was gravelly, as if from lack of use. She stilled, her gaze scanning the area for the person it belonged to.
”Both of you get out of here. Leave my stuff alone and find your own site before I put a hole through her.”
She glanced at Zach. Saw him jerk his head slightly to the right. Peering hard over his shoulder, she had to focus for long moments before she could make out a shadow in the underbrush several yards away.
”We're only here to talk to you. We don't want your things.” Cait began to edge for the nearest fir. If there really were a weapon trained on her, she'd need the protection. She tried to catch Zach's eye, but the warning she'd intended was unnecessary. He was already moving in the opposite direction, splitting the man's focus.
”I've got nothing to say to you. Now both of you get the h.e.l.l out of here before I start shooting.”
”That's a shame. Because I'm paying fifty dollars for cooperation. Just need some questions answered, that's all. How long you been set up here? A couple months?” She figured the answer was far shorter than that. ”You might have seen the person I'm looking for.”
There was a long silence. Then, ”You got a lost hiker? I might be able to help you with that. I know this forest better than most.”
”I have someone here who knows this area.” She could no longer see Zach. Had no idea if he had taken shelter or if he was circling around to position himself in back of the owner of that disembodied voice. ”I'm not interested in having a conversation with you hidden in that brush. If you want the money, come out here and talk to me.”
There was a rustling noise and then a figure emerged. And once Cait caught sight of him, she was no longer worried about a weapon. The tattered flannel he wore was open to reveal a ripped black T-s.h.i.+rt beneath. In his left hand he held a dead rabbit by its ears. The long sleeve of the flannel was pinned up on the other side nearly to the shoulder.
A lot of life had happened to Stephen Kesey since the dated motor vehicle photo she had in her pack.
He tossed the dead animal toward the fire pit. ”Where's the guy that was with you?” he asked suspiciously.
”Here.” Zach moved into her line of vision. But he didn't come any closer to them.
Kesey shot him a cautious look before glancing at Cait again. ”So it's not about a lost tourist? Seems to me they're the ones people kick up a fuss about. What's going on then? What do you want?”