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Keith laughed, too. “Can we offer you some coffee?” he said.
“Sure, but another time. I’m kind of on a mission.” She looked directly at Oscar for the first time. “Could you point that thing somewhere else, please?”
Mutt, ever the diplomat, chose this moment to plump her butt down on the ground and scratch vigorously. Oscar took this as a sign of good faith and swung the double barrel maybe four inches to his left. “Sorry,” he said. “I’m a little spooked. And she sure does look like a wolf.”
“Only half,” Kate repeated. It had little or no effect on Oscar, who continued to regard Mutt with an uneasy eye.
“What can we help you with?” Keith said.
“When you guys came last fall, did you introduce yourself to your neighbors?”
“The one up we did. What’s his name, Carnation, no, Breyer, Dreyer-that’s it, Dreyer.”
“When?”
Keith looked at Oscar. “We got here the middle of July. The greenhouse roof had caved in and about half the glass was broken. When we went down to the post office we asked the postmistress, uh-”
“Bo
“That’s right, Bo
“Had to pay him in cash, though, he wouldn’t take a check,” Oscar said. “There isn’t a cash machine in Niniltna, did you know that?”
“No, I didn’t,” Kate said.
“I had to write a check and have that pilot guy fly it into Ahtna and cash it for me at the bank and bring the cash back.”
“Imagine,” Kate said gravely. Oscar was oblivious but Keith gave her a sharp look, which she met with an i
The men looked at each other, and gave a simultaneous shrug. “I don’t remember anything like that,” Keith said. “He showed up, and when he did, he worked. I was so grateful, I wasn’t about to ask any questions. We needed that greenhouse up and ru
“Before winter?”
“Sure. We installed a couple of propane stoves at either end, and grew stuff straight through the year.”
“You must have laid in one hell of a lot of propane,” Kate said.
“Yeah, our biggest expense,” Oscar said gloomily. Gloom seemed to be key to his personality. “We’ll be lucky if we break even this year, even if we don’t draw salaries.”
Kate almost asked them what they were growing, but thought better of it just in time. “So you don’t remember any personal information about Len Dreyer.”
“I didn’t even know his first name was Len,” Oscar said.
“He’s good with corrugated plastic, though,” Keith said. “That roof is watertight.”
“He was good,” Kate said. “He’s dead.”
“What?”
“He was shot. With a shotgun.” She looked at Oscar, still holding what upon closer inspection proved to be a very old side-by-side with some very fancy silver work.
Oscar gulped and paled beneath his dark skin. “Well, I didn’t shoot him.”
“Didn’t say you did,” Kate said.
“Who are you, again?” Keith said.
“I’m Kate Shugak. I’m -assisting Jim Chopin, the state trooper posted to Niniltna, in his inquiries into Dreyer’s murder.”
Keith put a comforting hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “It’s all right, Oscar. I don’t think Ms. Shugak-”
“Call me Kate.”
Keith smiled. “I don’t think Kate is going to clap us into irons just yet.”
“Do you remember any shots fired near here last fall?” They shook their heads. She nodded at the shotgun. “Have you fired that lately?”
Oscar proffered it mutely. Kate broke it open. It was unloaded, and dusty with disuse.
“It was my father’s,” Oscar said. “I don’t know what the right shells for it are. I don’t even know if it still shoots.”
Kate handed it back, thanked them for their time, and left.
“Burned down?” Bobby said. “Recently?”
Kate shook her head, earning a thwack from Dinah. She sat on a stool, enveloped in a sheet, while Dinah trimmed her hair. Katya slid from her knee and headed for the open door at flank speed. Her mother downed scissors long enough for an intercept and deposited Katya in a floodplain of toys in the living room. “It’s cold and wet, and I found some ice when I kicked around a little. I’d say somebody torched it last fall.”
“You sure somebody torched it?”
“Absent conclusive forensic evidence, no, I suppose not. However, considering that it was Len’s cabin, and that Len’s body has just been found under Grant Glacier, and that Len underwent a radical lungectomy with a shotgun sometime in the past year, yeah, I’m pretty sure.”
Unperturbed, Bobby said, “Where did he live, anyway? When I got him to do the roof, I got him through Bernie.”
“He hung out at the Roadhouse?”
“Who doesn’t? Where was his cabin?”
“Okay, you’re done, thank god,” Dinah said, whipping off the sheet. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to let your hair grow out again, Kate?”
The note of quiet desperation in Dinah’s voice was not lost on Kate but it failed to illicit the response Dinah was hoping for. “I’m absolutely sure,” Kate said. She wriggled away the stray hair that had insinuated itself inside the neck of her T-shirt and poured herself a cup of coffee.
Bobby had thwarted another of Katya’s escape attempts, and Kate followed them both into the living room to sprawl on a couch, of which there were two, parallel to each other across the vast expanse of hardwood floor, both wide enough for Kate’s Auntie Balasha and long enough for Chopper Jim. A huge rectangular window overlooked the yard that sloped down to Squaw Candy Creek. The Quilaks jutted up behind, rough-edged peaks still covered in snow. “He had a cabin up the Step road,” she said. “Just past the Gettes‘.”
“Oh yeah?” A broad grin spread across Bobby’s face. “Been up there lately?”
“I told you, I was just there.”
“No, not Dreyer’s place, the Gettes‘. Been there lately?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact. Why?”
“The heirs showed up.”
“I know, I met them.”
“And?”
“And what? They’re babes in the woods, but pretty harmless, I thought. The Hispanic one is upset that there isn’t a cash machine in Niniltna. The Anglo one seems a little more relaxed. How long had Len Dreyer been in the Park, anyway?”
“You don’t know?”
She sighed. “What Abel didn’t teach me to do for myself, he did for me, carpentry, plumbing, mechanics, you name it. I never needed to hire on someone else until after he died, so I don’t have a clue how long Dreyer was here. Auntie Vi might. How about you?”
“Beats me. He nailed one hell of a shingle, I’ll say that for him. I hired him to fix the roof last October. He was finished the last day before the first snowfall. It was tight as a drum all last winter, not to mention which, warm as toast.” He hooked a thumb over his shoulder and gri
She followed the direction of his thumb to the post ru
Bobby had appeared in the Park the year Kate had graduated from high school, carrying a worn duffle bag with his name stenciled on it in big black letters, and a deed from the state of Alaska to forty acres on Squaw Candy Creek. He’d built this A-frame, installed enough electronic hardware to run JPL, and had copped the NOAA job right out from under Old Sam Dementieff. To top it off, he was the first black man many of the Park rats had ever seen.