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She refilled Liam's Coke and drew one for herself. "Had three of 'em in the bar last night. One woman was living in Denver, Colorado, walked out on her air force husband with the clothes on her back and their daughter, and wound up sliming fish on a processor off Newenham. Now she's opening an espresso stand down to the docks. Another woman walked out on an abusive husband in Scottsdale, Arizona, and a week later was dispatching for the cop shop in Newenham."
"That'd be Molly?" Liam said, remembering the pudgy little woman, her brown hair flattened by the headset, talking nonstop into the mouthpiece, dispatching emergency services to those in need all over the town. She'd looked harried, true, but not the least bit victimized.
"That'd be Molly," she confirmed. "One guy had two businesses, three Mercedes, and four ulcers in Missouri, threw in his hand and came up; now he's a cop for the Newenham P.d."
Liam hazarded a guess. "Roger Raymo?"
She shook her head. "Cliff Berg."
"Oh yeah. He's got the wife with the shotgun."
Bill laughed, tossing her head back, her full silver mane shaking behind her shoulders. She looked even more zaftig close up, Liam thought.
He felt a presence next to him, and turned to look up at the man who had been holding the cold bottle to his face. This close, you could see why. There was an angry-looking weal down the side of his face, begi
"You're welcome, Kirk." Bill was civil but not friendly. "You met the new trooper? Kirk Mulder, Trooper Liam Campbell."
"How do, Trooper Campbell."
"Mr. Mulder." Liam inclined his head, every nerve on alert. At some visceral level, he was aware of being in the presence of the enemy.
The colorless gaze looked him over. "Where's your uniform?"
Liam, in an unaccustomed moment of bravado, pulled his badge. "Figure this is all I need."
"Maybe so." This is all I need, his mocking gaze seemed to say.
Liam took the war into the enemy's camp. "Nasty scratch you got there."
The rictus grin flashed again. "Nothing a cold beer can't fix."
Bill handed over change, Kirk shoved it back. "That's fine, Bill. See you next time."
Bill and Liam watched the young giant saunter out. "I swear to God, I think Wolfe's got some place he breeds 'em up special for his crews." She nodded at the change. "He could have left the five on the table, or even on the bar. But no, he has to stand there and wait for me to make change, so he can make the magnanimous gesture, so I have to thank him for it. They're all like that, that bunch."
"Which bunch?"
"Cecil Wolfe's bunch," she said.
"Cecil Wolfe of the Sea Wolfe?"
She sneered. "Yeah, probably the only book he's ever read in his life." She nodded at the closing door. "That's his first mate, Kirk Mulder. Arrogant little bastard."
There was nothing little about Kirk Mulder, but then Liam didn't think the reference had been to Mulder's physical size.
And he worked for Cecil Wolfe. So did Wy, Liam thought.
The scratch on his face looked like it had been left by an animal. A cat, maybe? Mulder didn't look the type to have a cat around, or the type any self-respecting cat would stay around for long. A dog? Same thing. An eagle? Eagles didn't attack humans, or not in Liam's experience.
A raven? For a moment Liam was back beneath the wing of the 206, with the rain falling on his face and a big black bird peering down at him. He shook himself. Get a grip, Campbell.
Making another of her conversational leaps, Bill got back to Liam's question. "I figure Bob DeCreft was no different than any of the rest of us. He came looking for a life with a little more freedom in it, a little more color, a little more adventure." She cocked an eyebrow at Liam. "It can still be had in the Alaska Bush, you know."
She swept both hands up over her long fall of gray hair, and Liam couldn't help noticing how the movement thrust her very nicely shaped breasts against her shirt. She noticed him noticing and flashed a flirtatious smile with no hint of encouragement in it. "Anyway, one year Bob flew in and bought himself a little house on the bluff."
"What year, exactly? Do you remember? were you here then?"
She gri
The buzz on Wy's employer was not encouraging. "Did DeCreft have another job? Other than herring spotting, I mean?"
"He had about twenty of them, like everybody else in the Bush. He fished some, he hunted, might maybe even have done a little prospecting up in the Wood Mountains. He did the finish work on the bar when I remodeled it last year." Her hand stroked the polished oak surface lovingly. "He was a good craftsman. And reliable. If he gave you a bid he stuck to it, and if he said he'd show up at eight, he was here and had the hammer in his hand at eight oh-one. Unlike some people I could name," she added with bitter emphasis.
"Did he have any enemies?"
She shook her head.
"Any friends?"
She shook her head again. "Not particularly. Bob kept himself pretty much to himself."
"Was he married?"
Bill shook her head. "Nope."
"Oh." Well, hell. If Bob DeCreft had been murdered, Liam needed to know a lot more about the man than this.
"Had a live-in, though," Bill said, and in her turn enjoyed the way the rangy, wellmuscled body went on alert.
"He lived with a woman?"
Bill pursed her lips. "Best you go see for yourself." She leveled a threatening forefinger. "You go easy on Laura, you hear? She's had a lot to bear in her life, one way and another, and now this. She didn't take the news well. I won't have her harassed."
Liam drew himself erect. "Alaska state troopers are not in the habit of harassing witnesses."
Bill's features relaxed into an infuriating grin. "Now, don't get on your high horse, Liam Campbell. Go on, you're liable to miss her-she's due at work at five, and it's after two o'clock now."
She tried to shoo him out of the bar then, saying she had to make ready for the serious spenders of the evening. Her shooing woke her sleeping patron. He rubbed his face with rough hands, stretched until his bones cracked, and limped to the bar for a refill. The limp identified him; this was the older man Liam had seen talking to Wy at the airport the day before. "Hi," he said as the man leaned on the bar next to him.
The man stared at him blearily. "Hi. 'nother beer, Bill?" He waved a generous hand at Liam. "And for my friend, too."
Bill's voice was gentle but firm. "I think you've had enough for today, Darrell."
Darrell drew himself upright, wavering a little on his feet. "Se
"It's after two o'clock in the afternoon," Bill said dryly, "and we're getting finished just here."
Darrell said craftily, "My leg's paining me something fierce, Bill."
"I know, Darrell. Why don't you go home and take a couple of aspirin?"
Darrell's face crumpled. "Ain't got no home. Mary threw me out."