A Grave Denied

“I know all that. What else? Was he married? Divorced? Girlfriend? Children? How long had he been in the Park? When did he get here? Did he have any fights with anyone? Anybody mad at him? You know the drill, Kate.”

She did, indeed. “I haven’t heard anything like that. I knew who he was, he did work for me on the homestead, but we weren’t friends.”

“You didn’t like him?”

“It’s not that,” she said, taking refuge in a mouthful of coffee. He waited.

Joh

“Len was kind of reserved,” Kate said. “He was polite, even friendly, but he didn’t volunteer information about himself. I don’t remember him hooking up with anyone, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen. Sometimes I only go into town to pick up my mail. Ask Bernie, he’ll know.”

“Yeah,” Jim said. “That’s the problem.”

“What is?”

“I’ve got a hit-and-run outside Gulkana, one dead, one in critical condition in the hospital in Ahtna. I’ve got an aggravated assault in Spirit Mountain, where the husband’s screaming attempted murder but it’s looking more like battered wife syndrome and self-defense and I need time to find out for sure. I’ve got a guy busted for dealing wholesale amounts of coke out of a video store in Cordova, who says the owner was the dealer and so far as he knew he was just renting out movies, and I need to get into that.”

“There’s no mystery about Len Dreyer,” Kate said sharply, “you know he was murdered.”

“Yes, I do. Until the ME tells me different, I’m also pretty sure Dreyer wasn’t murdered recently, which lessens not only my chances of finding who killed him but-and that’s another thing. Why didn’t anyone notice he was missing? Why didn’t any flags go up?”

Kate shook her head. “That’s not unusual. Len probably holed up in the winter, like most of us do. You don’t see a lot of the Park rats from September to March, if you don’t count the regulars at Bernie’s. Even if someone went looking for him and didn’t find him home, they would figure he was out on a trap line or hunting caribou for the cache, or hell, even Outside on vacation. I hear Hawaii’s big with the crowd that has money.”

She added, “Or in Len’s case, doing a job for somebody. MIA isn’t a red flag offense in the Park. It doesn’t set off any alarms.” She gave him a hard look. “Usually.”

Jim had been primarily responsible for finding Kate when she had deliberately gone missing the previous year. “So?”

“So what?”

She bristled, and he repressed a grin. Betraying amusement would only irritate her further, and he needed her on the job. “So will you check out Len’s background for me? I’m going to be in the air most of next week, between Gulkana, Spirit Mountain, and Cordova.”

She wanted to say no, and he knew it. He watched her look over at Joh

She looked back at him. “Usual rates?”

He only just stopped a satisfied smile from spreading across his face. “Of course. Keep track of your hours and expenses. I’ve got your Social Security number on file, and we’ll cut you a check when you submit your bill.”

The words were brisk and businesslike, but she examined them suspiciously for hidden meaning anyway. This time he did allow himself a full grin, a wide expanse of perfect teeth in a face ta

She caught herself staring at the dimples, bolted the rest of her coffee, and got to her feet in the same motion. “If that’s all, I’ve got some work to finish before dark.”

He rose with her. “Walk me out.” He jerked his head at Joh

Outside and far enough up the trail for Kate to feel that they were safely out of earshot, she said, “What?”

“Jane’s contacted a lawyer in Anchorage. He called me.”

She folded her arms across her chest, pushed out that Athabascan chin, and waited, her mouth a grim line.

“She hasn’t filed suit yet, but they are what he called ‘exploring the possibilities.” He says he thinks they can go before a judge and get an order remanding Joh

She snorted. “Get Joh

“Kate, there was no abuse.”

“Depends on what you define as abuse,” she shot back.

“Kate.”

She shook her head angrily. “I promised him, Jim. I promised him.”

He didn’t make the mistake of thinking she was referring to Joh

“Will they make you enforce the order?”

“They haven’t got it yet.”

“Will they?”

“They’ll try.” He pulled his cap on, settling it firmly down over thick dark blond hair cut neat and short. “But I believe my footwork is a little fancier than theirs.”

She looked up quickly. He smiled at her, and vanished up the trail. She was still standing there when she heard the distant sound of a truck door opening. The engine started, gears shifted, and the sound receded into the distance.

When she became aware that she was straining to hear it, she turned abruptly and went into the garage, where her big red Chevy pickup sat, hood open, waiting for a tune-up after a winter’s inactivity. Nuts and bolts, spark plugs and oil pans and ball joints. Now there were things a woman could make sense of.

She found a open-end box wrench and waded in.

“Is he going to make me go back?”

She jerked, banging her head on the hood. “Ouch. Damn it!” She peered around the hood.

Joh

“I heard him telling you that she got a lawyer. Is Jim going to make me go back to her?”

So much for speaking out of the hearing of the children. She stepped down from the chunk of railroad tie she used to bring engines into arms’ reach and found a rag to wipe her oily fingers. “No one’s going to make you do a goddamn thing.”

“That’s not good enough, Kate.” His voice rose. “I won’t go back. I won’t!”

She tossed the rag into the rag barrel. “Joh

“Great,” she said out loud. “Just great.”

Mutt, sitting like a sentinel in the doorway, cocked an inquisitive ear, disliked the quality of the vacuum Joh

“Et tu, Mutt?”

So this journal writing isn’t so bad. Ms. Doogan kinda leaves us alone if we’re doing it in class, which is a plus. It’s not that I don’t like her or that she’s a bad teacher. It’s just that the textbooks are so boring. If they could get Greg Bear to write our science textbook I could stand to read it. Or Robert Heinlein, except he’s dead.

Speaking of the dead. Jim Chopin came out for di

Finding the body was weird. First time I’ve ever seen somebody dead. The other kids either, I guess. I thought Andrea was going to hurl. Betty was pretty calm but then she never gets excited about anything. Except maybe Eric. Van was scared but she held it together.