Dead to Rights

“I see,” Bebe murmured.

“Just as long as you tell the truth,” Joa

There was a long pause. “I’ll do my best,” Bebe replied finally in a strangled whisper. “I promise I will.”

Seconds later, Detective Ernie Carpenter came striding back around the corner of the building. Most of the time, Cochise County ’s lead homicide detective looked as though he had just stepped out of a department-store window. Sometimes called Gentleman Jim Carpenter, he was forever being teased by his fellow officers for conspicuous overdressing. While other plain-clothes officers went for a less formal look with sports coats and maybe an occasional bolo tie, Carpenter customarily turned up at the office wearing brightly polished wingtip shoes, white shirt, a spotless tie, and a crisply pressed suit.

What went for office attire, however, didn’t work when it came to crime scenes. For those he always carried a little brown suitcase, one he had inherited from his wife, Rose, after her second trip to the Copper Queen Hospital to have a baby. The now battered case went with him everywhere. Called to a crime scene, a dapper Detective Carpenter would arrive, suitcase in hand. Soon he would disappear into a rest room or behind his vehicle. Minutes later, he would emerge looking more like a second-rate plumber than a fashion plate

He reappeared now in a pair of denim coveralls, serviceable high-topped boots, and surgical gloves.

“According to Ben Lowrey, we’re about ready to go in Sheriff Brady,” he said as he walked past. “Dick says you want to come along, but with all the ashes, soot, and water I hope to hell you have something else to wear.”

Having wrecked two separate expensive outfits during her first week in office, Joa

Hurrying back out to her own vehicle, Joa

When she rejoined them, Ernie gave her an appreciative grin. “Whenever I see you in that outfit,” he said, “it make me think of those old Clint Eastwood spaghetti westerns.”

“Thanks,” Joa

Her reply brought the ghost of a smile to the corners Chief Deputy Voland’s mouth, but he made no comment about Joa

“If you’ll wait just a minute,” he said. “I’ll pass along some marching orders.” Then, raising his voice, he shouted to the parking lot at large. “Okay, folks,” he a

That was one of the reasons Joa

“Until we know otherwise,” he told them, “this entire area constitutes the crime scene. That means inside the fence and along the highway outside it as well. I want the whole area searched. As soon as the fire-fighting equipment is out of here, I want the parking lot sealed off. Nobody unauthorized is to come in or out.”

Voland paused for a moment before continuing. “Deputy Hollicker.”

“Yes, sir.”

“You see that Buick parked just outside the fence?”

“Yes, sir.”

“That vehicle evidently belongs to the guy the ambulance hauled off to the hospital. I want you to make sure no one goes anywhere near it until we can have it towed away.”

Voland paused long enough to let his eyes scan across the several remaining deputies. “Deputy Pakin?” he called.

Lance Pakin separated himself from the others. “Yo,” he responded.

“I want you to get on down to the hospital. Whenever this Morgan character comes out of the emergency room, you’re to keep an eye on him. Just in case he has some kind of miraculous recovery and they release him, I want you to stick to him like glue. If they admit him and put him in a room, station yourself outside his door and don’t leave until you hear from me.”

“Got it,” Pakin said.

“Deputy Carbajal?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m putting you in charge of getting a search warrant for the Buick. Talk to Pakin and get the details from him about what went on here this morning. That should be enough to show probable cause. When you finish up with that, I want you to take charge of the evidence search, but the warrant comes first, understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

With those details handled, Voland turned to Ben Lowrey. “Ready,” he said. “Lead the way.”

The four of them-Ben Lowrey, Ernie Carpenter, Dick Voland, and Joa

“The body’s all the way in the back,” Ben Lowrey explained as they went. “That’s where there was combustible fuel in the form of hay, oats, ropes, leather, and so forth. That’s also where the fire burned hottest, so be careful. We’ve still got a few hot spots back there.”

Moments later, Joa

Slogging along in murky, ash-tilled water and breathing smoky air, Joa

When Lowrey and Voland stood aside to let her move closer, she saw Ernie Carpenter crouched on his haunches some four feet from the corpse. The dead man lay face down in another pool of murky water. His clothing had been mostly burned away, but there was enough left for Joa

“His arms may have protected his face from the flames,” Ernie Carpenter observed, “but we’ll have to see about that once we turn him over.” The detective glanced at Ben Lowrey. “Nobody moved anything, right?”

“Come on, Ernie, how stupid do you think we are?” Lowrey replied.

“Don’t get sore, Ben,” Carpenter told him. “Just checking. Everybody stays back while I take a few pictures.”

Joa