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Lucky, lucky bastard, he thought, not for the first time, and then pulled himself together. He wasn’t getting sucked into that, no matter how much-yes, he’d admit it-no matter how much he wanted her. It was just sex; that was all. Nobody ever died because they didn’t get laid. And it wasn’t like there was no one else he could go to for aid if such were the case. Laurel Meganack, for example. She’d batted enough eyelash his way to start a small tornado.
That was a plan. If there was anyone who could drive the ghost of Kate Shugak out of his mental attic, Laurel was the girl most likely.
With commendable resolution he ignored the little voice in his head that told him it had already been tried. The summer was strewn with the corpses of women who had heard on the Bush telegraph that Chopper Jim Chopin was once again open for business. The problem was that none of them seemed to hold his interest past “Hello.”
He spoke abruptly, hoping to divert her attention. “Have you talked to Dan lately?”
This would be Dan O’Brien, chief ranger for the Park, avowed Park rat, and longtime friend of Kate’s.
She didn’t exactly cease and desist in giving off pheromones, but he did sense a certain alertness that hadn’t been there the second before. “Somebody’s been trapping brown bears,” he said, his voice still sounding hoarse to his own ears.
“Have they,” Kate said, letting her eyes linger on his lower lip. She touched her own with her tongue.
He took a deep breath. “Yes, they have. Dan has found a dozen carcasses all over the Park. He says whoever it is is using cable snares.”
Kate abandoned her vamp stance for a moment. “Gutted?”
“Yeah.”
“Gallbladders removed?”
“Yeah.”
She swore.
“Yeah,” he said.
“You know who it is,” she said.
“Of course I know who it is,” he said, a
She smiled at him again. “You want me to help you prove it, or you want me to stop it? Which are also two very different things.”
“If we never had this conversation, I want you to stop it,” he said. “If we did, I need evidence.”
“Why don’t you find some?”
“I could,” he said, his jaw tight. “If I wanted to track down a judge who is most probably pulling kings out of a river somewhere in the Bush on the other side of the state at the moment. I could put together some kind of probable cause and get him to issue a warrant. And then of course I’d have to go out and serve it, and do a search, and make a list of all the property taken into evidence, and photograph the scene before and after, and put him under arrest, and transport him to Tok, because they still haven’t shipped the goddamn bars in for the cells in my brand-new Niniltna post, and all this would take me probably two days!”
His voice had been rising steadily throughout this peroration. He glared at her.
Kate laughed. It even sounded like genuine humor, as opposed to a come-on. “Okay, I’ll talk to him. Now, you can do something for me.”
He stiffened. “What?” he said warily.
She laughed again, and the siren was back. “Relax,” she said, still laughing, “I need a trial transcript.”
He was hugely relieved and at the same time bitterly disappointed. “Give me a name.”
“Victoria Pilz Ba
“Got a date?”
“How about a year? Count back thirty years.”
He stared at her. “Jesus, Shugak, we were barely a state thirty years back.”
“And I don’t want microfiche, I want it printed out on paper. I don’t think they were doing tapes back then, but who knows. I want a transcript, something I can read.”
“It’ll cost you.”
“Not me. My client.”
“You’ve got a client?”
She nodded. “I’m headed into Anchorage in a couple of days.”
He couldn’t stop himself from saying, “How long you going to be gone?”
She smiled. Oh yeah, the siren was most definitely back. “Just long enough for you to miss me some more.”
Suddenly, the real Jim Chopin stood up. He stepped forward and bent down until the brim of his cap nearly touched her forehead. “I already do.”
In real life, this was Kate Shugak’s cue to back off, to give ground, usually with dignity, sometimes in a hurry, and always with attitude.
She didn’t move. She didn’t even blush. Instead, she leaned into him until the brim of his cap did touch her forehead, and said huskily, “There’s a cure for that.”
The mouse roared and he was outbluffed into an undignified retreat. “Yes. Well. I’ll get to work on that file. You get to work on our alleged poacher.”
“I want that file by tomorrow,” she said, raising her voice as he started the engine.
He raised a hand in acknowledgment without looking around.
She watched him vanish into the trees at the edge of the clearing. Who knew chasing Jim Chopin would be so much fun?
She climbed the stairs and went into the living room. Joh
“What?”
“Jim and me.” She didn’t elaborate, but Joh
“There is no Jim and you.”
She gri
His frown deepened. “He’s not good enough for you.”
“Absolutely not,” she said cheerfully. “No one is.”
“What about Dad?”
She sat down next to him and looped an arm around his neck. “He almost made the grade.”
The frown eased. “Only almost?”
“Well,” she said. “I really am something, after all.”
He was forced to laugh. “You sure are,” he said, and protested the headlock and the noogie she gave him.
“We’ll drive into town tomorrow, get you registered for school.”
He was not displeased by this news, as Vanessa Cox was in town, living with her adoptive parents, A
Kate felt for the check crumpled in her pocket. “I’m going to try. I don’t hold out a lot of hope that I’m going to succeed.”
“You’ll do it,” Joh
That earned him another noogie, arid he squealed and wrestled free. “Where am I staying while you’re gone?”
“I figured Auntie Vi’s. She’s got the room, and it’s close enough for you to walk to school.”
“Okay.”
She gave him a suspicious look which he met with a bland stare. “I think it stinks that your love life is better than mine,” she said.
He blushed beet red, and she laughed.
Bright and early the next morning, they climbed into the cherry red pickup and lurched back up the twenty-five miles of road into Niniltna. The road ran through the heart of the Park, 20 million mostly pristine acres extending from the Canadian border on the east to Prince William Sound in the south to the TransAlaska Pipeline in the west to the Gle