Part 12 (2/2)

”Well, not you, for starters,” he murmured, breaking eye contact with Jack to smile down at her. ”Oh, you meant Meany? Kinda forgot there for a minute. Well, the pathologist is a tad upset over Meany, Kate. She can't quite figure out how he died. There's water in his lungs, but his trachea is crushed, and then there is that knife, and unfortunately, the wound did bleed, so he was stabbed before he died.” He paused, apparently thinking he might have missed something. He decided not. ”That's about all she could tell me. She'll have more tomorrow, and the final report by Sat.u.r.day, if her boss okayed the overtime. State cuts, you know.” His mouth thinned, leaving them in no doubt of his opinion of legislative cutbacks to law enforcement.

”So we still don't know exactly when he died?” He shook his head, and Kate swore. ”Dammit, Jim. If we don't know when, we're never gonna find out who. It's July, for crissake, it's light pretty much round the clock.” She waved a hand for emphasis at the twilight sky that pa.s.sed for night during an Alaskan July. ”Somebody killed that many different ways has to have been seen going down for the third time, dammit!”

”Which reminds me,” he said. ”What'd you find out on your end?”

She gave him a look to let him know she knew she was being sidetracked. ”He was beating on his son again at the cannery dock last night, admitted to by the son and witnessed by the whole d.a.m.n beach gang, his wife and daughter are abuse victims if I've ever seen them, he moved in on the Ur-sins' setnet site and ran them off by threat if not by force, he cut Mary Balashoff's nets not once but twice during the past week and Gull is ticked because he tried to park in a s.p.a.ce reserved for visiting dignitaries from Alpha Centauri.”

Jim raised one very bland eyebrow. ”Anything else?”

Kate took a deep breath, held it and then blew it out explosively. ”Well, I didn't like him very much, either.”

The three men laughed.

Kate, regaining her poise, said, ”Old Sam says the whole bunch of them came here two years ago from Cincinnati, and from what his wife says, Calvin Meany has been driving them all like slaves ever since. You might want to check with the Cincinnati PD.”

Chopper Jim knew what she meant; if Calvin Meany had been skating close to the edge of the law in Alaska, chances were he'd been doing the same in his previous neighborhood.

”You might want to talk to the Ursins, too. They live in Anchorage. And of course you'll want to talk to the family yourself. And you'll need to check the boy's alibi. He says he stayed overnight with the Wieses, Paul and Georgina, before Wendell Kritchen told him about his dad and gave him a ride back to the site.” Suddenly Kate remembered the daughter. ”You ought to interview the daughter yourself, Jim. Try to get her off by herself. I'm pretty sure she was holding something back.”

George, standing behind Jim, hid a grin. He'd ferried groceries and supplies out to the Meanys' site a time or two, had had a close encounter of the third kind with Dani and had escaped virtue intact literally by a wing and prayer. But Jim was a big boy. He could take care of himself. George only hoped he got to be there to watch him do so. He'd like to be present when a little of that famous Chopin aplomb went south for the winter.

No fool, Jim examined Kate's smile with suspicion. ”Really?”

”Really,” Kate said, with perfect truth, just not with all the truth. She did not, for example, warn Jim that he ought to don a chast.i.ty belt before he went within a mile of the place. Really, it had nothing to do with the case, did it?

”I'm staying at The Reluctant Fisherman tonight,” Jim said. ”I'll be back out tomorrow morning. I've talked to most of the fishermen in town todayI figure on getting to the rest of them out here. From what I understand, it had better be sooner than later, before they all get on a plane for Anacortes.' He touched the brim of his hat and walked back to the Cub.

George waited while the trooper climbed into the back seat. He climbed into the front seat, pausing in the act of folding up the door when a thought struck him. ”Hey, Kate!”

”What?”

”Tell Joyce I loved the invisible-dog leash float in the parade.” He grinned.

”What parade?” Kate said blankly.

” 'What parade?' What kind of American are you, anyway, Shugak? The Fourth of July parade in Cordova. I flew out and picked her up. Sarah Nicolo decided they couldn't do their thing without her and chartered me to bring her in.”

Kate vaguely remembered seeing George's Super Cub buzzing the jousting tournament the day before. It seemed like a long time ago.

”Anyway, Joyce was the leader of the invisible-dog team. It was a scream,” George told Jack, ”about a dozen old women walking those dog leashes, you know the ones all stiff that look like they have an invisible dog in them? Joyce and a bunch of the other gals, Rosie Pirtle and Monica Peters and Crystal Van Brocklin and Deliah Nordensen and I don't know who else, being hauled down the road by these invisible dogs. With Joyce in front those dogs didn't want to follow the parade route real strict, either, they barged through the crowd and the downtown playground and through the Alaskan Bar and around the post office and just generally broke everyone up. None of the old broads cracked a smile the whole time, either. What a riot, you should have seen it. h.e.l.l, I almost forgot.” He leaned back and said something to Chopper Jim, who turned to rummage behind his seat, producing a cheap trophy and handing it forward. George thrust it out the window. ”Here. Rosie sent that out for Joyce.”

Kate took it automatically. With a final wave, George folded up and latched the window. The engine roared to life, the prop rotated and a minute later they were airborne.

Kate looked down to find that the object she was holding was a small wooden trophy, a fake bra.s.s five-pointed star on top and a thin fake bra.s.s plate affixed to the front. She held it up in the dimming evening light to squint at the words.

FIRST PRIZE.

for Best Entry in the Open Invitational All Alaska Independence Day Parade Cordova, Alaska

The four old women and Johnny were still seated around the fire, which had been recently built up. Berries and gear mending had been abandoned for Monopoly, the board unfolded on a large round of sawed-off tree stump, and from the pile of money and property acc.u.mulating in front of Johnny, not to mention the smug look on his face, it seemed that he was winning. He rolled the dice, cruised on up to North Carolina, which he owned, and trained the forward guns of his battles.h.i.+p on the Short Line, which he didn't.

Edna hopped one-footed around Go, landed her shoe on Baltic, collected two hundred dollars and handed it over to Johnny with a sigh. He owned Baltic, too, and she was staying at his hotel. She sighed again and mortgaged Boardwalk to pay off the rest of the rent.

Auntie Vi looked up at Kate and Jack's entrance into the clearing and said instantly, ”Ayapu, you two, you better go back in the woods and finish what you started.”

”That's nothing,” Johnny told her, ”you ought to see them in town.” He rolled his eyes. ”Mush,” he added in his best Grumpy imitation. ”Yuck.”

Jack put one hand to the side of his son's head and shoved. Johnny collapsed in a heap of sand, giggling. Mutt bounded forward and attacked and they roughhoused around the yard until they very nearly dumped the Monopoly board. When it tottered, Kate distinctly saw Edna reach out and with a slight nudge of one stubby forefinger give it a slight a.s.sist. The pieces went everywhere. Johnny leapt up with a cry of anguish and began scrambling after them.

Kate raised an eyebrow at Edna. Edna, all round-eyed innocence, blinked back.

”Tea, Katya?” Auntie Joy said, holding out a mug. Kate traded it for Auntie Joy's trophy, reading out the inscription in fine round tones, adding an embroidered version of George's description of the winning entry. Edna and Balasha laughed heartily.

”So that's why you flew into town on the Fourth,” Kate said, and at Auntie Joy's puzzled look added, ”I saw you in George's Cub. I wondered.”

There was a brief pause, and then Auntie Joy exchanged a look with Auntie Vi that Kate couldn't read. ”Yes, I go to be in parade,” Auntie Joy said placidly, bending over the berry bucket once more. But she'd left it a little too long, and Auntie Vi looked a little too impa.s.sive, and Kate wondered what they were up to. They were grown women, they could get up to anything they wanted to, but still, she wondered.

She found s.p.a.ce on a log and sat down. Jack stretched out next to her, picking up a stick to poke the fire. A clump of sparks flew upward to dissolve against the pale sky, the closest they would come to stars for another two months.

A comfortable silence fell. Kate closed her eyes, the better to enjoy the warmth of the fire, letting the various woes of the day leach out through her skin.

When she opened them again, Auntie Joy was looking at her. With a trace of sternness, she asked, ”What this I see in your face, Katya? What happens?”

Next to her, Jack went still. Next to him, Johnny, one arm around Mutt's neck, leaned forward with an inquiring look.

She told them of her discoverywas it only that morning?of Meany's body, that it was obvious he had been murdered, that the trooper had drafted her into some legwork.

When she came to the end of the story, the comfortable quality of the silence around the campfire had changed. Auntie Joy's mouth was closed in a stubborn line. ”What, auntie?” Kate said. ”What is it? Do you know something about Meany?” The older woman remained silent, and Kate said, ”If there is something, you have to tell me. He was killed. We have to find out who.”

”Why?” Auntie Vi said bluntly. ”That” From the back of her throat came a grating Aleut word that meant exactly what it sounded like. The Aleut language had a thing or two to teach English about onomatopoeia. ”That one not worth killing, Katya, but if someone did, we thank him.”

Johnny's face had paled. He looked over at his father. Jack's gaze held a clear warning. The boy gave a tiny nod, and some of the color came back into his face.

Kate didn't notice; all her attention was on Auntie Joy. ”How do you know Calvin Meany wasn't worth killing, auntie? When did you meet him?”

Auntie Joy remained stubbornly silent. With a sideways look at her sister's face, Auntie Vi said, ”That one come up creek last Sunday.”

”Here?” Kate sat up. ”Meany came here?”

Auntie Vi nodded, but before she could speak Auntie Joy burst out, ”He come up creek like he own it. He say he want fish camp, we should sell to him. Pah!” She didn't spit but she came pretty close. ”No one own land. Land belong everyone.”

There were fierce nods from the other three old women seated around the fire.

Auntie Joy made a visible effort, and went on more calmly. ”So then that one say if land belong everyone, then everybody can come fish here. He will bring them.” She paused. ”We laugh at him.”

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