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CHAPTER 32
T here's another bomb. That lawyer.
I spilled the beans about the wouldn't-it-be-cool games about five minutes after I arrived at the hospital. It took that long for me to collect my wits. Lauren had been called but she wasn't yet at my side, so Sam Purdy was my first confessor. For some reason, he'd been the one elected by the medical staff to inform me that what little was left of Naomi Bigg was dead.
Come to think of it, it was more likely that Sam's position as town crier was self-appointed. At that moment he'd be more concerned with bomb facts than with my feelings.
I asked him about Marin. The nurses and doctors who'd been treating me had been unwilling to tell me her condition.
Sam, on the other hand, didn't blink at my question. Marin Bigg was on her way to surgery. Her condition wasn't critical, though he didn't know the details. He'd let me know when things changed.
I proceeded to tell Sam about Naomi's message. There's another bomb. That lawyer. I tried to put it all in context by telling him everything I remembered about Paul and Ramp and the wouldn't-it-be-cool games. When I got around to mentioning Ella Ramp and Jason Ramp Bass and shaped charges and the explosives vault near Limon, he barked, "What?"
"The things that Lucy called you about a few hours ago. Ramp's grandmother is Ella. Jason Ramp Bass is Ramp's real name. Lucy and I met with the grandmother early this afternoon."
Sam's eyes shimmered with a frightening blend of anger and alarm. "I haven't talked to Lucy today, Alan."
"She didn't call you a few hours ago?"
"No."
"You don't know about our trip to Agate?"
"No."
"Oh, shit," I said. I tried to get up. "Oh… shit."
I told Sam that I thought Lucy must be out looking for Ramp on her own, and told him everything that she and I had learned that afternoon in Agate. As I related the story, he used his cell phone to repeat the information almost word for word to someone at the police department.
At his urging I offered him my guesses about the list of people that Paul Bigg might have been targeting in Boulder. Unfortunately, every one of the potential targets was a lawyer, so my list didn't narrow the realm of potential targets very much. Sam took careful notes and asked good questions. I made him promise to track down Lauren and to get Grace and her babysitter over to Adrie
When I was through with my story about the Biggs and Ramp and the Agate ranch, he told me in a soft voice that my judgment was "goofy."
Listening to Sam over the years, I'd learned that "goofy" is an all-purpose Mi
Once he was convinced that he'd accumulated all the salient details about the bombs and the boys, Sam left me to go confirm that protection was in place for all the people who might possibly have been targeted by Paul Bigg in Boulder.
All the lawyers.
I assumed he was also doing whatever had to be done to make sure that every possible stone was being turned in the search for the man named Jason Ramp Bass in Denver.
Adrie
She didn't. She merely shook her head at the sight of me.
"Hi," I said.
She actually laughed. From anyone else the reaction would've struck me as inappropriate. From Adrie
She said, "You're alive. That's good. The board outside says 'laceration, shrapnel.' Leaves an awful lot to the imagination. I thought my surgical reconstruction skills might be required."
I shuddered at the thought, then told her about the bomb outside my office.
She had a few questions. I answered them before I asked her if she'd heard from Lauren.
She hadn't.
"Will you page her for me?"
"Right now? Sure." She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and entered a long string of digits while she said, "I'm not supposed to use this in here, you know. Could be short-circuiting a heart monitor or screwing up a CAT scan or something. Anything else you want?"
"Call your na
"And the dogs," she said.
"Yes, and the dogs."
She made that call, too.
"Mi casa es su casa, and, even better for me, su na
I nodded and began to tell her about the Biggs and Ramp. Being in a peculiarly confessional mood, I proceeded to fill her in on almost everything that I'd just told Sam Purdy. I was just about to get to the part of the story where I went to Agate with Lucy when Adrie
"What do you mean?"
"About your… mental status?"
"She said I have a minor concussion. I may have headaches for a while. Told me not to exercise for a few days. Said I was real lucky with the leg wound. The shrapnel almost hit a major vessel. But that wasn't the neurologist. That was the guy who sewed me back up. I think it was an ER guy, a new guy, somebody I don't know."
Adrie
"What?" I demanded. "Don't just nod your head like I'm some imbecile. What are you thinking?"
"This thing you just told me about Paul Bigg? And his friend-what's his name, Ramp?"
"Yes, Ramp."
"You're sure about it?"
"Yes." Suddenly, I wasn't sure.
She nodded again.
"Adrie
"I'm afraid that there's no gentle way to put this. But Paul Bigg is dead, Alan. Very dead."
"Oh God," I said. "They found his body, too? Where was it? At their house? The Bigg house?" For some reason, I immediately suspected suicide. After he'd placed the bomb that killed his mother, he'd gone home and killed himself.
Adrie
I felt as though I'd been punched in the gut.
"What?"
"Paul's been dead for, like, five or six years. I told you the other night that Leo's family has had way too many tragedies, even before he went to prison. Don't you remember?"
I stared at her with my mouth in the classic O sign. It took me a few moments to form my next sentence. "That can't be right. No way. She told me he worked at Starbucks. On the Mall, down near Fifteenth Street. Naomi did." I almost argued that Naomi had said that Paul made the best mocha on the planet. I thought she'd said "on the planet." Maybe it was just that he made a "killer mocha." It bothered me that I couldn't remember exactly what she had said. She certainly hadn't said that her son was long dead and that she'd been making everything up.
"He doesn't work at Starbucks, Alan. He probably died before he ever laid eyes on a Starbucks. Paul Bigg is dead." Adrie