by C. J. Box
Joe said to Coon, “So why’d you talk to the governor?”
Coon shook his head. “There’s only so much I can take. I just want to do my job out here and solve crimes and put bad guys in prison. I don’t want any part of deals cut in D.C. between senators and attorneys general. I’ve got a son. I want to be able to look him in the eye. And I want to be able to look at myself in the mirror.”
Joe said, “You are a good man.”
Coon smiled. “I’m a bad bureaucrat, though.”
“That makes two of us.”
Nate said to the governor, “Hold it. McKinty just wants the Clines, or the Grim Brothers, left alone?”
Rulon said, “He didn’t say it in so many words, but yes, that’s what his staff is asking.”
Nate shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. He doesn’t want them left alone. He wants them silenced. That’s the only way he can skate on this.”
Rulon said, “He’s a U.S. senator. He’s not a killer, for Christ sake. Man, I thought I was cynical.”
Nate said, “When did he approach you about the deal?”
The governor said, “Last week. Why?”
Nate said, “Because I think he wanted you to not put any more effort into finding those brothers right away until he could take care of it himself. I wouldn’t be surprised if he, or his son, or the developer, or the facility general manager-whoever could do it at arm’s length and not directly involve McKinty in any way-sent a team up there to solve the problem once and for all. And it wouldn’t surprise me if he reneged on his offer once he got confirmation that the Clines were no more.”
Rulon turned to Carson while pointing his finger at Nate. “This son of a bitch should be our point man in Washington. He’s got a vicious and devious mind.”
“No, thanks,” Nate said. “I used to work for them. I know how they think, and how they operate. The question is, did the team he sent out find the Clines?”
Joe stood up, fighting a wave of nausea. He said, “And is Diane alive and well? Or did they get her, too?”
Nate stood as well. “I wouldn’t be surprised, based on what Joe experienced, to find out that it’s McKinty’s team that’s taking a dirt nap and not the brothers. But there’s only one way we’re going to find that out.”
Joe stared out the window at the governor’s plane and the tumbleweeds rolling down the runway. He said, “They called me a government man. Now I know why they went after me.”
Coon said, “We’re all government men, Joe.”
“Not me,” Nate said proudly.
“So,” Joe said to the governor, “where do we stand?”
Rulon didn’t hesitate. “Go up there and rescue that woman and bring those brothers out dead or alive.”
Carson turned white. “Sir, you can’t give an order like that.”
“I just did.”
Joe stood and clamped his hat on. Nate stood with him.
“Do you need more people?” Rulon asked Joe. “I could have a dozen DCI agents here by nightfall. I can send them back in Rulon One.”
Joe shook his head, said, “I think the smaller the footprint the better. Those brothers own those mountains, and they know when a big contingent is after them, I think. A big group makes lots of noise and raises dust and quiets the wildlife. That’s why I stumbled on Caleb on my own while Sheriff Baird and his men couldn’t find them at all. I think the leaner the better.”
“Meaning you and Mr. Romanowski here,” Rulon said.
Joe nodded. “Plus, I have a pretty good idea where they hang out.”
“Go get those bastards, then,” Rulon said, narrowing his eyes. “Get them the hell out of my state. Send ’em back to Michigan, either vertical or horizontal-I don’t have strong feelings either way.”
Nate was out of the room before Joe could speak.
Rulon said, “Is he still with you?”
Joe shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
“Would you go alone?”
“Probably not.”
Rulon blew out a long breath and looked to Carson for solace. Carson looked away.
“Two questions,” Joe said to Rulon. “One, what was the name of the developer in Michigan?”
Rulon shrugged and turned to Coon. “Do you know?”
Coon smiled wearily. “Brent Shober,” he said.
Joe said, “Thought so. Second question. How will the state cope with the loss of money from the feds if Senator McKinty finds out you sent me up there?”
Rulon said, “That’s a good question, Joe. Very politically astute. You’re learning, aren’t you?”
“Not that I’m proud of it,” Joe said.
Rulon put his beefy hands on Joe’s shoulders and leaned his face close. Joe could feel the heat from the governor’s forehead. “If you bring those brothers down the mountain, we have a news story on our hands,” Rulon said. “The story can be spun however we want it to be spun. Meaning McKinty might just find himself in the news again for the wrong reason. It’ll be up to him how he plays it.”
“But if we don’t find the Cline Brothers and Diane Shober?” Joe asked.
Rulon said, “I’m screwed. You’re screwed. We’re all screwed.”
26
The stopover in Rawlins with the governor had cost Joe two hours and a big chunk of his sense of purpose, he thought. Still, he was worried about getting to the trailhead in the Sierra Madre before dark. As he and Nate traveled west via I-80, Joe called Marybeth on his cell phone and filled her in on the meeting that had taken place with the governor. He was keenly aware of Nate’s presence in the passenger seat. Nate sat sullen and still, his eyes fixed on something in the middle distance out the side window. He was no doubt thinking whether or not he even wanted to be on this adventure anymore.
“So do you think the Shobers were withholding information from you?” Marybeth asked.
Joe said, “I’m not sure yet. Each of them might be withholding different things. If they don’t know it was the Cline Brothers up there in the first place, there wasn’t anything for them to come clean about. It’s possible Mr. Shober knows something, but I’m not sure. I think he’s focused solely on finding Diane.”
“But still,” Marybeth said, “the Michigan connection is just too. convenient. There has to be something there.”
“I agree, but what?”
“I’m not sure. I’m not sure at all. But I could do a little research.”
Joe grinned. “I was hoping you would say that.”
Marybeth had assisted in a number of cases over the years. Joe found her a clear-eyed and determined researcher, a bulldog with a laptop. And she wasn’t shy about making calls, either, and at times posing as someone else so she could get answers to questions. Joe was equally proud and a little frightened of her ruthlessness. She got information no one else seemed to be able to find, and she got it quickly. He hoped he never gave her a reason for her to turn her guns on him.
“Will you be able to stay in range?” she asked. “I’ll call you back as soon as I have something.”
“I’ll try,” he said. “There are dead spots ahead, as you know.”
He could hear computer keys clicking in the background.
“Wow-this looks like a target-rich environment,” she said, already distracted.
“What have you found?”
“I’ll call later,” she said, hanging up.
As he slowed down to take Exit 187 off I-80 south toward Baggs, Joe checked to make sure he still had a strong phone signal. He didn’t want to miss Marybeth’s return call.
“Okay,” Nate said after an hour of silence since they’d left Rawlins and the governor, “this new development about the Clines puts a whole new angle on the situation.”
Joe grunted, noncommittal.
Nate said, “From the standpoint of the Cline Brothers, they hunt, they fish, they go back to subsistence level. No doubt they even maintain some contacts with some of their kind around the country. And believe me, there’s mor
e of them than you’d think and the numbers are growing by the week. Have you been into a sporting goods store the last two years? It’s impossible to find ammunition-it’s sold out. Folks are hoarding, getting ready for something bad to happen.”
Joe chose not to respond. He knew it was true. If he didn’t have channels through the department to buy bullets, he wasn’t sure where he would get them. Shelves in retail stores had been picked clean.
Said Nate, “Things are going on out here in the flyover states nobody wants to talk about.”
Joe shook his head. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”
Nate said, “Yes, I have. Hanging out in Hole in the Wall gives me plenty of time to think.”
“Maybe you should get out more,” Joe said.
“I don’t even think it was the lack of an license so much,” Nate said, ignoring Joe. “It was your threat about seeing them in court. You were telling them, in effect, that the jig was up. You just didn’t realize what buttons you were pushing.”
“No,” Joe said, “how could I know that?”
Said Nate, “You couldn’t. But you are stubborn.”
“Yup, when it comes to doing my job. Besides, they stole that guy’s elk, too.”
Nate shrugged. “From their point of view, those hunters were in their territory and they didn’t bother to ask permission. It’s all a matter of how you look at it.”
“This is going nowhere,” Joe said. “We can’t have the rule of law if people can choose which laws they want to obey based on their philosophy and point of view.”
“Agreed,” Nate said. “Which is why the big laws ought to be reasonable and fair and neither the people nor the government should breach their trust. But when the government decides to confiscate private property simply because they have the guns and judges on their side, the whole system starts to break down and all bets are off.”
“Do we really want to have this discussion?”
Said Nate, “It might lead us into dark places.”
“Yup.”
“Speaking of dark places, where are you going to spread the ashes?”
“I have no idea,” Joe said. “I hardly knew him. I don’t know of any special places he liked except for barstools.”
“You can’t just drive around with him back there,” Nate said.
“I’ll think of something.”
Nate nodded and changed the subject back.
“One thing, though,” he said, pushing his seat as far back as it would go so he could cock a boot heel on the dashboard, “These boys may be losers, but damn. This is what happens when the government gets too big for its britches. Some folks get pushed out and they get angry.”
“You sound sympathetic to them,” Joe said.
Nate said, “Damned straight.”
“Great,” Joe said.
“I’m sympathetic to outliers among us,” Nate said. “I’m kind of one myself.” Then he paused and looked over at Joe, and said, “Government man.”
Joe said, “Quit calling me that.”
They were rolling down the hard-packed gravel road into the forest, racing a plume of dust that threatened to overtake the cab, when Marybeth called back. Joe snatched his phone from the seat between them and opened it. Nate looked on, interested.
“It wasn’t hard to find a connection between Caryl Cline and Diane Shober,” Marybeth said. “In fact, it was so easy I’m amazed others haven’t been there before us.”
Joe said, “We don’t know they haven’t been.”
“Agreed. But it might also be an instance where no one has thought to look.”
“Go on,” Joe said. “Are you saying the two of them were associated with each other?”
“I can’t confirm it,” Marybeth said, “but it looks like they had the opportunity to meet each other at least once.”
“When and where?” Joe asked.
She said, “I just did a simple Google search with both of their names. I came up with a bunch of hits, but in most cases the names are used in the same essays or news roundups during that year. Except for one instance.”
“Fire away,” Joe said.
“Caryl and Diane appeared on the same local cable news show years ago. They were both in Detroit the same day. It wasn’t as if they were interviewed together. According to the schedule, Diane was on at the top of the hour to talk about her chances to make the Olympic team and Ma Cline was on at the bottom of the hour to talk about what it felt like to lose her appeal to the court. Like I said, they weren’t on together and I found the YouTube clips to confirm that, but they very likely could have met in the green room before the show. Maybe they struck up a relationship there that continued.”
“Goodness,” Joe said, his mind swirling, marveling how simple it been for Marybeth to investigate and come up with positive results.
She said, “So we’ve got a Michigan connection now between the Cline Family, Diane Shober, and Brent Shober. This is getting interesting, Joe.”
“Yup,” he said. Then: “This thing between Diane and Brent. It smells bad. I can see the basis of real animosity there.”
Marybeth said, “Me, too. The guy is more than a creep. He’s obsessed with her.”
“And the Clines somehow connect with both of them,” Joe said.
“Maybe Diane and the Clines figure they’ve got a common enemy,” Marybeth said.
“Can you keep looking into it?” Joe asked. “See if you can find anything that links them up further?”
“I doubt we’re going to find anything as public, but I’ll do some advance searches and get creative. I’ll also start adding in the Cline Brothers and see what we get.”
Joe briefed Nate on what Marybeth had found.
Nate nodded his head, said, “The dispossessed.”
Joe said, “Talk about pure speculation, Nate.”
“Trust me on this. These are my people,” Nate said, only smiling a little.
The Sierra Madre defined the muscular horizon of the west and south, and they appeared to flex slightly into the blue as Joe and Nate approached them. Joe used his service radio to call ahead to contact Sheriff Baird’s office. The county dispatcher put him through directly to Baird’s vehicle. Joe expected an immediate rebuke for being back in his county. Instead, the sheriff sounded relieved. “Are you close?” he asked.
“Yup,” Joe said. “I wanted to let you know we’re planning to take horses into the mountains this afternoon to go after those brothers.”
“I figured you’d come back,” Baird said. “How far are you from the trailhead now?”
Joe looked at the dashboard clock. “Twenty minutes.”
Baird said, “Can you divert for now and take the road straight up into the mountains? I’m up here now on the eastern side of the mountains about an hour and a half from you. I may need some help.”
Joe frowned. “What’s going on?”
“I’m not real sure,” Baird said, his voice low. “I got a call earlier today from a citizen about some vehicles sitting empty way up on the side of the mountain. A couple of pickups and a big stock trailer with out-of-state plates. That struck me as unusual since it’s a little early for hunting season, as you know. I had a meeting in Saratoga this morning so I thought I’d check them out on the way back. Looks like I’m not the only one.”
“Meaning what?” Joe asked.
“I’m parked up on a pullout where I can see into the trees below me where the vehicles and horse trailer are located. But as I started looking over the campsite, I saw two men dressed exactly alike in the same clothes come down out of the trees on the other side of the mountain and walk toward the camp.”
Joe felt the hair rise on his forearms and on the back of his neck. He reached down while he drove and turned up the volume on the radio so Nate could hear clearly.
“What’s their description?” Joe asked.
“Taller than hell, skinnier than poles,” Baird said. “Red flannel shirts with big checks on them. Dirt
y denims. Goofy-assed hats. Kind of zombie Elmer Fudds.”
“It’s them,” Joe said. “The brothers. I wonder why they’re on the wrong side of the mountain?”
“Beats me,” Baird said. “The last I saw ’em, they was crossing a little meadow up above headed toward the camp with the vehicles in it. They’re out of view in the trees, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve reached those trucks by now. Maybe they plan to take the trucks and hightail it out of here once and for all. That would be okay with me,” the sheriff said with a chuckle.
“One thing, though,” he said. “I see a pickup truck down there I recognize that doesn’t belong here. It belongs to Dave Farkus. You know him, don’t you?”
Joe said, “Yup. He’s on my watch list for poaching.”
“Good place for him,” Baird said. “Anyway, his county supervisor called our office yesterday and said he was AWOL. They haven’t filed a report or anything, but I said I’d keep a lookout for him. I have no idea why he’d be over here on this side of the mountain with some out-of-staters, but that sure looks like his wheels.”
“The brothers,” Joe said. “Do you still see them?”
“Naw. Once they went down into the trees, I lost ’em.”
Joe said, “Maybe you ought to pull back.”
“I don’t think they saw me.”
Joe and Nate exchanged a quick look. “Don’t be too sure of that,” Joe said. “Those boys don’t miss much, I don’t think. In fact, you may want to back on out of there.”
“I don’t back off,” Baird said, his voice hard.
“Where are your men?”
Baird sighed. “The timing of this couldn’t be worse. Two of my deputies are in Douglas taking classes at the Law Enforcement Academy-one of ’em is in Rawlins for court today, and the other is on vacation,” Baird said. “It’s just me and I could use some help. I tried to raise a state trooper or two earlier, but they were too far away to respond.”
