This thought had the effect of drawing her up short. She was thinking about Newenham as if it were home, instead of a stepping stone. This would never do.
She wiped her mouth and turned to survey the bar in search of miscreants. Evan Gray, one of three local drug dealers, held court in a back booth. He saw her looking at him and sent her an impudent grin. He was a tall, good-looking devil, and he knew it.
Two months before Diana had sat in that same booth with Colonel Charles Bradley Campbell of the United States Air Force, and, coincidentally, Corporal Liam Campbells father. The two men didnt get along. She smiled to herself. It wasnt that Charles was incapable of getting along with anyone, as she had extensive personal knowledge that he could.
Across the room, Evan Gray mistook the smile and excused himself to the plump little brunette sitting within the curve of his arm. She pouted as he sauntered to the bar and ordered another round for his booth. He smiled at Diana. “Hey, beautiful.
“Hey, handsome, she replied.
Gratified, he said, “Join us for a drink when you get off duty?
She smiled at him. “Not in this lifetime, Evan.
He laughed. “Havent you heard? Marijuana is legal in the state again.
“Havent you heard? she countered. “Only for medicinal purposes.
He shook his head, smile in place. “Theres a lot of sick people out there, he said sadly. “Somebodys got to help them.
“Yeah, Evan, youre a real humanitarian.
Her tone stung, just a little, and his eyes dropped to her mouth. “You dont know what youre missing.
“Three to five, with time off for good behavior? she suggested.
It surprised a laugh out of him.
Dottie slapped his drinks down on the bar. “Eighteen-fifty.
He tossed her a twenty. She glared, but she kept the tip.
“See you around, officer, he said as he left.
“Yes, you will, Diana said.
Dottie was glaring at her now. Diana toasted her with the last of her Coke. “Keep your friends close, Dottie, and your enemies closer.
Dotties glare did not lessen. “Sleeping with the enemy is about as close as you can get.
Diana Prince had been in Newenham less than two months, but two months was plenty of time to learn that it was never wise to attempt to match wits with the bartender at Bills, whoever she happened to be that day. Meekly, the trooper paid her tab and returned to the post.
Waiting on the doorstep was Natalie Gosuk. “Ms. Gosuk, Prince said, and held the door for the woman. She took off her hat and settled in behind the desk. “How may I help you?
In the custom of the country, Gosuk kept her eyes and her voice low in response. “I want to see my son.
“Yes, Prince agreed, “so you said when you were in here yesterday. You still have the court order?
Natalie displayed it.
“Is the foster parent denying you access? Natalie looked confused, and Prince elaborated. “Wont she let you see him?
“She is not there. He is not there.
Prince looked up and said sharply, “Do you mean she has taken him somewhere else? Have they moved? Left town?
Natalie looked confused again, and Prince remembered the class in Native relations taught at the academy, which had stressed patience and courtesy when dealing with Alaskan citizens who spoke English as a second language. This was a Yupik woman, the product of a culture where a woman seldom raised her voice, where a problem was always resolved within the family. The fact that Natalie Gosuk, alone, was looking for help from a state trooper spoke volumes about how seriously she regarded her complaint. “Lets start over, Ms. Gosuk, she said. “Please. Have a seat.
After a moments hesitation, Gosuk sat on the extreme edge of one of the two armchairs across the desk. Prince pulled an incident report from the file. “As I understand it, your son was placed with foster parents.
“A woman.
“Here in town.
“Yes.
“What is her name?
“The woman who flies.
“I beg your pardon?
“The woman who flies, Natalie Gosuk repeated.
Diana Prince looked up from the form. “Do you mean Wyanet Chouinard?
A nod.
“Your son is living with Wyanet Chouinard.
Another nod.
Prince thought back to the morning before, to Natalie Gosuks first appearance at the post, of Liams subsequent distracted air, and identified the child in question for the first time. “Youre Tims mother.
A third nod.
“One moment, please. Diana looked up Gosuk, Timothy, on the computer, and her initial irritation at Liam not telling her the truth about Natalie Gosuk abated a little. “Ms. Gosuk, Tim was removed from your custody nearly two years ago.
“Im sober now, Gosuk said, still staring at the floor. “I want to see my son. She raised her eyes for the first time and held up the court order. “The judge says I can. She says the woman who flies must let me see him.
Prince looked at the court order. “Did you go to the house?
“Yes.
“And did Ms. Chouinard refuse you entry? Would she not let you in?
“The woman who flies is not there.
“And your son is not in the house?
“They say no.
“Who says no?
Gosuk gave an infinitesimal shrug. “The people who are there. I dont know them.
Prince looked at the clock. One-thirty. Of course the woman who flies was not there, she was at present providing air transportation for one Corporal Liam Campbell to Nenevok Creek. How very convenient. “Have you tried the airport?
“I have no car.
“How about a cab?
“I have no money.
Prince thought again of Liams description of Tim when Chouinard flew him out of Ualik, the bleeding wounds, the broken bones, the doctors warning that the boy might not regain his hearing in one ear, mercifully proved wrong by time and care. There is a difference between the letter of the law and the spirit of the law, Campbell had said. Natalie Gosuk had the might of the law on her side, and the court order in hand to prove it. Moreover, she was Tims mother.
On the other hand, babies should not be, should never be, hit. According to the official report, even one as sloppily filled out as this one by Sergeant Corcoran, the woman sitting in front of her had hit her baby. Repeatedly. Over a period of many years. She was also a drunk. Because she was sober now didnt mean she would be tomorrow, or even tonight. Whatever genetic, societal, geographical, historical or financial pressures had combined to make this happen did not matter, only the result and the way Prince dealt with the result.
And then there was the boy. Liam Campbell said he had no wish to see his mother. He had rights, too.
Diana Prince was a trooper. She had sworn to uphold the constitutions of the United States and the state of Alaska. She held out her hand for the court order. “Well serve it this evening, she said, “when everyone comes home.
Newenham, September 3
“Hi, Jim Wiley said without enthusiasm.
“Hi, yourself, said Jo Dunaway, with even less.
“Hounded any bereaved fathers lately?
“Ha ha, Jo said, very carefully.
“Im supposed to tell you to make yourself at home, Jim said, waving a hand, “so make yourself at home. Theres beer in the fridge. Weve got Tims room. You get the couch.
“So Ive been told. She tried hard to keep the edge from her voice, but Luke Prior looked at her with his eyebrows raised. They were very nice eyebrows, to go with his very nice eyes, and it was only a bonus that he was at least ten inches taller and twenty pounds lighter than Jim Wiley. “Luke, this is Jim Wiley. Jim, this is Luke Prior.
The two men sized each other up. One looked like a surly teddy bear. The other looked like a Greek god. “Good to meet you, Jim, Luke said, extending a hand.
“Yeah, sure, Jim said, clasping it briefly. There was a n
oise at the door onto the deck and he looked around. “Oh, and this is Bridget from Ireland. Luke Prior.
Bridget smiled and came forward with her hand extended. “Its Bridget Callahan, Luke.
Lukes very nice eyes had widened upon catching sight of Bridget, and he took her hand and bent his head over it in appreciation of her manifest charms. “Im delighted to meet you, Bridget.
The two of them were surveyed with varying degrees of mixed feeling by the other two people in the room. On one hand, Luke was poaching on Jims preserve. On the other hand, he was meanly delighted that Jos honey couldnt keep his hands off other women. Jo, who on the now rapidly fading chance he might be a keeper had brought Luke to Newenham so Wy could vet him for her, felt much the same.
Jo remembered first that they were guests in this home and avoided open warfare by opening the refrigerator and peering inside. “Wheres Wy? You want something to drink, Luke?
“Actually, Im starving, Luke said. “Anything in there to eat?
“Theres leftover roast from last night, Bridget said, bustling around the counter and all but elbowing Jo out of the way, who, truth be told, was no help in the kitchen and happy to step aside.
Jo rescued a couple of Coronas and handed one to Luke. She followed Jim out onto the deck, perched on the edge of the bluff that fell fifty feet to the bank of the river below. The sun was shining but there was a nip in the air that brought color to her cheeks, and a sharp breeze that ruffled her short blond curls. Clouds were forming low on the southeastern horizon, dark with purpose. Storm coming, she thought. Beneath the clouds the Nushagak flowed gray with silt into Bristol Bay, swiftly, as if in a hurry to finish the business of summer before winter set in and froze it into a winter highway for snow machines.
Jim wasted no time in going on the attack. “Whats Luke do?
“Hes a business consultant.
Jo could hear Jim as if hed spoken the words out loud. Now theres a perfect title for somebody whos never held down a real job. She said, “Wheres Wy? You didnt say.
“I didnt get a chance, and flying, where else?
“Flying where, and with whom?
He sneered at the whom and made sure she saw it. “To Nenevok Creek, with Liam, he said, and was irritated when Jo snapped to attention.
“That the guy they found shot on his gold claim?
“Jesus, Jim muttered, “dont you ever stop being a reporter?
“No, she shot back, “dont you ever stop being an asshole?
A murmur of voices was heard from the kitchen, a low laugh from Bridget. Jim looked over his shoulder, and Jo turned to see that Luke was helping Bridget make sandwiches. “Theyre getting along, Jim said.
“Arent they, though, Jo said, staring at him.
“What? he said.
“I didnt break that story, Jim, she said in a level voice.
“Yeah, right, he said.
“I didnt break that story, Jim.
“Save it, Jo. Youve made a career out of breaking stories, the nastier the better. I understand; this was a particularly juicy one, young trooper on the fast track up, loses both wife and son in one tragic accident, goes off the deep end, falls asleep on the job and five people wind up dead in Denali. How could you resist?
The louder his voice got, the softer she spoke. “I didnt break that story, Jim.
“Bullshit. It came out under your byline.
She put the beer down. “You know the three rules Edna Buchanan gives a cub reporter? One, never trust an editor. Two, never trust an editor. Three, never trust an editor.
He wanted to say, Who the hell is Edna Buchanan? but he couldnt bring himself to be that petty. “So youre saying its all your editors fault.
“No. Im saying, Never trust an editor. I did, so, in fact, it was my fault.
He was acutely aware that she had not apologized, and understood that she had no intention of doing so. “So, whatre you looking for, peace?
“Thats pushing it, given our history. How about a truce, for the duration of our visit? Wys my best friend, Liams yours, were sharing their hospitality. They probably wont invite us back if we leave blood on the floor.
“Probably not.
Something in the tone of his voice alerted her. “What?
He met her eyes, his stern expression sitting oddly on his usually happy-go-lucky face. “Is she going to tell him?
Her face went very still. “Tell him what?
He snorted. “Yeah, right. He went to the door, and said curtly over his shoulder, “If she doesnt, I will.
“Jim.
His name cracked like a whip, and he turned around, ready to do battle, all thoughts of truce gone.
“You dont know everything there is to tell. Sometimes its better just to keep your mouth shut. It isnt our business, after all.
“The hell it isnt.
“The hell it is, she fired back. “Youre not in love with Wy.
“Liam is, and anything to do with Liam is my business.
“His love life isnt, she said. “And he would be the first to tell you so.
He really hated it when she was right. He really hated it when he was wrong about anything, but he really, really hated it when he was wrong and Jo Dunaway was right.
She interpreted his expression correctly, and very carefully refrained from any retaliatory expression of triumph. “So, youll sit on it.
“Ill sit on it, he said grudgingly, and added with a glare, “Not forever. But for now.
It was the best she could do. The rest was up to Wy. “All right.
“Hey, Luke said from the doorway. “Luncheon is served. Anybody hungry?
Sunshine Valley, September 3
Home, he was home again, and Elaine had come home with him, was with him, again. That first night was like heaven on earth, renewing her acquaintance with the snug little cabin tucked away at the head of the creek. Hand-hewn logs, sanded to a smooth finish inside and gleaming warmly from years of lovingly applied polish. A high-peaked roof with a loft beneath twin skylights, a large, square bed piled high with soft sheets and a down comforter. A stove with a stained glass door, behind which a banked fire glowed. Two chairs drawn up at either side, hand-hewn like the rest of the furniture from the same logs that built the house, sanded smooth and piled high with cushions in nubby fabrics and muted colors. The simple dining table, a slab of wood lathed and sanded to show the grain of the wood swooping and swirling across the perfectly flat surface, so level a marble dropped upon it would roll to a stop before it fell off the edge.
Outside, a thick stand of spruce and cottonwood crowded the eaves, so that fifty, even twenty feet away the logs, unfinished, unoiled and allowed to fade to a silvery gray, shimmered and shifted between the restless boughs like an illusion, an oasis trembling at the edge of a subarctic dream. From the air, the cabin, nestled between two overlapping ridges in the eastern foothills of the Wood River Mountains, was virtually invisible.
It was a beautiful home, in a beautiful place. How could she not love it? How could she not wish to stay here forever, with him? Shed run away, but he had brought her back, and she had fallen in love with the place again, with him again. Hed had to be firm, of course. She was only a woman after all, gentler, weaker, in need of protection and guidance, but that was what he was for, what men were for, and the strength of a man was measured by his ability to forgive, by his tolerance, his patience.
He smiled at her. “We will live here together, forever.
She looked at him with wide eyes and was silent, as he had taught her. The silence of the wilderness was a sacred thing, and not to be violated with impunity. The silence called to him in ways no one could comprehend, not even Elaine the fair.
FOURTEEN
Newenham, September 4
Trooper Diana Prince walked into the post at precisely 8:00A .M. The phone rang at precisely 8:01. “Hey, Princess Di.
She leaned back in her chair and smiled. “Hey, Nick.
“Have I told you lately I love you?
He laughed, a low, rich, husky sound, and as sensibly and methodically as Prince had chosen her duty assignment, she did find occasion to regret it now and then, just the tiniest bit. Usually whenever she was on the phone with Nick Schatz, the head ballistics man at the Crime Lab. Hed lectured her class on the fine art of telling which bullet came from which rifle. It remained her favorite week out of the sixteen, although shed come perilously close to losing her head-of-class standing due to lack of sleep.
“So when you coming to visit me in Anchorage? he said.
“You still married?
“Yep.
“Then Id better keep my distance.
“Come on, Diana. You know you want to.
“I dont always give myself everything I want.
“How about what you need?
The purr of that deep, sexy voice was almost irresistible. Almost. “Sitka was one thing, Nick. Your wife was a thousand miles away. In Anchorage, she might as well be in the next room.
A brief silence. “What if I came to Newenham?
She sat up. What was this? “Do you think thats a good idea?
“Maybe the best idea Ive had all day.
“And its only five after eight, she said dryly. He laughed again, and she said, “Why did you call? Other than to whip me into a frenzy of sexual frustration.
“Well, that was my first priority, but as it happens I also have news of an interesting professional nature to relate.
“Relate away.
“Those two shotguns you sent me yesterday?
“Yeah?
There was a smile in his voice that told her he heard the excitement in her tone. “The Winchester produced a splatter pattern pretty near identical to the pattern on the body you sent Brillo Pad the day before.
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