by C. J. Box
Bodean tried to laugh it off, but it sounded like he was barking, Cody thought.
“So you contacted Jed,” he said. “I guess you probably met with him a few times and laid it all out. You shared your information and made him maps. You agreed to cover his back on the law enforcement side—make sure nobody decided to suddenly look for that plane—if he’d actually retrieve the cash.”
“This is insane,” Bodean said.
“No, sorry, it isn’t.”
Bodean said, “You’re trying to connect me with Rachel Mina. I never knew Hank Winters from Adam. I swear.”
Cody said, “I believe you. Nice try. But this is where everyone investigating this has it wrong. The thing is, there is no connection between you and Mina and Gannon, is there? The key to this mystery is that it wasn’t connected. It was two completely independent schemes both working to find that plane, but unaware of the other. There was Mina and Gannon on one team, and you and Jed on the other. Two schemes, one trip, one destination. I don’t think even Jed and Mina figured that out until the very end.”
Bodean wiped the sweat from his lip. His face was drained of color. He said, “You’ve got nothing.”
“I didn’t until this morning,” Cody said. He leaned forward in his chair. “Until the FAA investigators pulled Jed’s body out of that hole. He had a satellite phone, too, Bodean. He’d made one call on it and it was to your private cell number.”
“It must be a mistake,” Bodean said.
“And something else,” Cody said, reaching for the briefcase he’d brought. “I had Edna look over the logs the night Larry was killed. You know those GPS units we all have under our cars? Well, I disabled mine, but you never did. It shows your midnight trip to Bozeman to try and burn me up. And Edna found you took a trip up to Marysville twenty minutes before I called her to send a car. Either you’re real fucking prescient, or you killed Larry.”
Bodean said softly, “Do you realize what you’re saying?”
“Yup,” Cody said. “I’m saying up in Deer Lodge those convicts are gonna looove you. A former undersheriff? Man, you’ll have plenty of dates, I’d guess. And if you think the prison guards are going to protect a cop killer, well think again.”
Cody opened his briefcase and took out the bird’s nest he’d found near the crevice and spun it across the desk so it landed between Bodean’s fists.
“Look,” Cody said, “it’s made of money. A nest made of money. You thought you’d have one of your own and now you do. Pretty cool, if you think about it.”
Then he reached into his pocket and plucked out the microphone. Said, “Heard enough? If you guys don’t come in here in the next five seconds I’m going to rip his throat out for killing my best friend.”
* * *
Cody stood aside as the FBI agents rushed in the room, followed by a hangdog Sheriff Tubman.
As they stood Bodean face-first against the wall and cuffed him, and before they could read him his rights, Cody said, “I wanted to shoot you in the head, myself. But the sheriff said no, that would hurt his reelection campaign, so he made me go through all this.”
One of the FBI agents gave Cody a withering glance. As did Tubman.
“I’d start with his knees,” Cody said. “That makes ’em talk, believe me.”
He turned to Tubman. “Look at it this way, sheriff. You’ve eliminated a rival.”
* * *
Cody trudged across the lawn toward Jenny’s van. Justin sat in the back, no doubt texting Danielle Sullivan. Justin looked up and nodded.
“Tell her to say hello to Gracie for me,” Cody said.
He swung in beside Jenny and gave her a quick kiss. She didn’t seem affected by the sudden breaking of her engagement to Walt. “I hope you’ve picked a smoking restaurant,” he said.
“I was thinking Chubby’s in Clancy,” she said, pulling away from the curb. “The sign out front says ‘Greatest Food You’ll Ever Eat.’”
“Sounds promising,” Cody said.
“Cody,” she said, “it has a lounge. I know you’ll probably want to toast Larry’s memory…”
“I know,” he said. “But I can’t do that kind of thing anymore. I made a promise to Larry.”
Acknowledgments
The author would like to sincerely thank the many friends, relatives, and colleagues who assisted in the research, reading, editing, and publication of this novel, starting with Investigator Cory Olson of the Lewis and Clark Sheriff’s Department in Helena, Montana, and including Investigator Larry Platts, Sheriff Leo Dutton, my friend Pam Gosink, and forensics guru D. P. Lyle, MD.
Thanks always to my first readers: Becky Box Reif, Molly Box, and Laurie Box.
Thanks also to John R. Erickson for the use of the lines from The Original Adventures of Hank the Cowdog, Puffin Books, 1983.
Thanks to Don Hajicek for cjbox.net and Jennifer Fonnesbeck for the rest of the on-line presence.
It’s an absolute honor and privilege to work with the excellent and enthusiastic team at St. Martins Minotaur, including Sally Richardson, Andy Martin, Matthew Shear, Matthew Baldacci, Hector DeJean, and the absolutely peerless Jennifer Enderlin.
For Ann Rittenberg: You. Are. The. Greatest.
Also by C.J. Box
THE STAND-ALONE NOVELS
Three Weeks to Say Goodbye
Blue Heaven
THE JOE PICKETT NOVELS
Cold Wind
Nowhere to Run
Below Zero
Blood Trail
Free Fire
In Plain Sight
Out of Range
Trophy Hunt
Winterkill
Savage Run
Open Season
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
BACK OF BEYOND. Copyright © 2011 by C.J. Box. All rights reserved. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Box, C.J.
Back of beyond / C.J. Box.—1st ed.
p. cm.
ISBN 978-0-312-36574-5
1. Detectives—Montana—Fiction. 2. Recovering alcoholics—Fiction. 3. Murder—Investigation—Fiction. 4. Helena National Forest (Mont.)—Fiction. 5. Fathers and sons—Fiction. 6. Packhorse camping—Yellowstone National Park—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3552.087658B33 2011
813'.54—dc22 2011010134
First Edition: August 2011
eISBN 978-1-4299-7068-6
First Minotaur Books eBook Edition: August 2011
