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She wondered if part of Lu

“Do you suppose the dirt roads will thaw or are they frozen now through winter?” She tried to sound nothing but curious. When he didn’t answer right away, she lied: “I ride horses occasionally, and the dirt roads-like Lower Broadford in Bellevue -are the best.”

“Stays this cold, I don’t see anything thawing.”

“Good point.”

She wondered how many of Roger Hillabrand’s employees drove the Escalade. One of them might have driven the same road or area where the girl had been raped. The silence between her and Lu

When the vehicle finally pulled to a stop, Fiona made a point of dropping her purse as she opened the door. As she bent to retrieve it, she chipped a chunk of the mud off the rail. She slipped it into one of the purse’s outside pockets. As she stood, she noticed Lu

She tried to cover her excitement by expressing insecurities over having come here. Lu

In fact, the invitation to lunch had taken a distant backseat to the discovery of the mud. All she really wanted now was to get back down the hill and to co

34

“WALT, YOU MAY WANT A PART OF THIS.”

Walt was in the middle of a bite of pizza at Smokey’s on Sun Valley Road, his children and their sitter, Lisa, at the table with him. He put down the pizza.

“Part of what, Chuck?” He’d recognized the smoker’s voice on the phone immediately: Chuck Webb, director of the Sun Valley Lodge’s security.

“Front desk got an anonymous call that one of our guests might be in need of medical assistance. Gave us a room number. I responded. It was Da

“You’re holding Cutter?”

“I’m in the room with him.”

“Can I speak to him?”

“He’s way out of it, Walt. In and out of consciousness.”

“Any drugs?”

“Found what looks like an ounce of a white powder taped under the sink.”

“An ounce?” If it tested positive, it would carry twenty years for Cutter, given his current probation. Walt felt a pit in his stomach. “The call to the front desk? Was it recorded?”

“No.”

“Anonymous.”

“Yeah.”

“Afraid for Cutter, was that it?”

“That was the claim. But it’s not right. He’s more than just stoned. He’s out of it.” He paused. “What’s Da

“Who’s it booked to?”

“A John Greydon. Paid cash. We cleared the card for five hundred in incidentals. I can start a trace on the card.”

“What’s the condition of the room?”

“Bed’s made. That’s the stink of it. I know he has a history of drugs, Walt, but this doesn’t feel right.”

“Yeah… Okay.” Walt looked into the curiously sad eyes of his children, who understood his tone of voice well enough to know what this call meant to them. “I’ll be right there,” he said into the phone, trying to think of some new way to say what he’d said to his kids too many times before.

INVESTIGATIONS COULD spiral out of control. Walt did his best to keep things simple. But the more threads that were added, the more tangled they became. Randy Aker had been darted and had died, possibly because he was mistaken for Mark. Mark had run away, been found, and then abducted. A test tube had been left on his own back porch-a water sample that tested positive for low-level radiation. A CDC investigation had looked into Da

And, in the middle of it all, he’d been invited to a conference twenty-five hundred miles away.





Walt found himself giving Da

Sight of the celebrity photographs reminded him of the two worlds he served: the obscenely affluent residents of Ketchum/Sun Valley and the locals that provided services for them. It was a medieval caste system with him in the middle, keeping the peace. The Sun Valley Lodge was the castle.

He knocked and a moment later was admitted. Da

“Heroin?” Walt suggested.

“But taped under the sink? What is this, the Rockford Files?”

“Christ,” Walt said, taking in the room once again. “Happy hour downstairs?”

“Yeah. Macaroni’s playing.” He meant Joe Macarillo’s jazz trio.

“You called Sun Valley?” Walt asked.

“Be here any minute.”

“How much did you tell them?” Walt found himself considering tampering with the evidence, and, having never done anything close to that in his years in law enforcement, he wondered what motivated him. He owed Da

“I told them I had a guest needed medical attention, that maybe drugs were involved. They’ll be careful about it. Won’t make a big scene.”

“I can’t remove those drugs,” Walt stated, “even if I wanted to.”

“No one said you should.”

Walt met eyes with Webb and stared. And stared. Having not touched his phone, Walt said, “My cell’s got shitty reception in here. I’m going to try the hallway.” He did not break the eye contact. “You’ve helped out guests before, yeah? Covered up an infidelity or two, I would imagine.”

“That’s obstruction,” Webb said, glancing into the bathroom.

Walt said nothing, still staring.

“I had a call girl describe a scene to me one time,” Webb said. “This was in Portland, back when I was on the job. She and her pimp would Mickey a prospective john, get him up to the room, and lift his wallet. While the pimp hit the ATM, the girl pinched the john’s nose and covered his mouth until he was damn-near suffocated. Then she put a deep spoon of coke to his nose and released her fingers. John gasps for air and takes down a huge hit of coke. He’s now going to test positive if he involves the police. Not one of those guys ever fingered her or the pimp. They had a nice little thing going and it just kept on going.”

“So, in case we miss the smudge on his nose, they give us the ounce beneath the sink.”

“I don’t know. That’s an expensive way to do things. Why not a dime bag?”

“Because it’s got to stick. It’s got to be something we can’t ignore. And it’s got to look big-the way Da

“What if they covered themselves? What if there’s video and we’ve got it wrong?”

“That could do us some serious damage,” Walt agreed.

“Cameras these days-the size of a shirt button.”

“Yeah.”

“His prints are going to be on the bag,” Webb said.

“Yup.”

“He’ll go down for it.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Walt said.

“And we’re supposed to just stand here and let it happen?”

Walt shrugged. “We could be completely wrong.”

“But we aren’t.” Webb leaned his head in the bathroom. “Thing of it is, when this door’s shut and the light’s off in there, no camera’s going to pick up anything.” He paused. “I thought you had a call to make.”