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That was as far as A

Joan wasn't home and A

Joan's office number got A

The refrigerator grudgingly offered up a piece of cheese the mold could easily be cut off of and a handful of miniature peeled carrots in a sandwich bag. Having rid the cheese of alien life forms, A

Harry was out. His secretary, Marya

Snoopy was not how A

While she waited she sifted through the papers on Marya

Leafing through them A

From the incidents, she moved on to the crimes. Nothing leapt off the pages at her. It was pretty standard stuff: driving under the influence, smoking dope in the campgrounds. One stolen car, one statutory rape- both allegedly committed by concessions workers in West Glacier.

The only report of any interest-and that only because she'd heard it mentioned on the radio a couple of times- was the abandoned horse trailer found on the northside. She flipped back till she found it and read through it again. Parked off the road, its location obscured imperfectly by brush dragged over the tracks, was a 1974 Ford pickup truck, blue, with Florida plates. No insurance or registration papers inside. Attached to it was an old horse trailer, no plates, gutted and used to haul something other than a horse. Drug dogs were brought in. No hits. The truck was registered to a Carl G. Micou of Tampa, Florida. The plates were run: no wants, no warrants. An address was found for Mr. Micou but the phone number given had been disco

Odd but not pertinent. A

A manila folder marked "C. Van Slyke" offered itself up from the "Out" basket. Within were Harry's notes from the Les Van Slyke interview, of which A

The lab report had come back on the water bottle found in Rory's possession after his unpla

It had been less than twenty-four hours since Harry had turned the thing over. A

The majority of the fingerprints on the bottle were Rory's, but four clear prints of thumb, index and middle finger had been lifted from the plastic. They belonged to Carolyn Van Slyke. To A

Had she not marked it when she took it into evidence, A

Two other partial prints, belonging neither to Rory nor Carolyn Van Slyke, were also on the bottle. At a guess they belonged to Lester, but they could be from anyone to whom Carolyn had given a drink. The hikers that found Rory could have held it for him. Still they'd be run through the AFIS, the automatic fingerprint identification system, as a matter of course.

The next page ended A

The remainder of the pages were just inventory lists: contents of the pack they'd found wedged under the log and the belongings of the deceased. A

"I see you've made yourself at home," Harry said acidly.

"Yeah." A

Ruick shook his head disgustedly. Since A