the one in the cellar. I canât be sure. And why would she want to kill me? Look, Iâm guessing here, but what I think happened is this person was startled when I knocked on the front door, hid herself/himself and then knocked me down into the cellar. Time passes, I donât know how long, but long enough for me to rub my hands raw digging with the trap, then that person or another person comes back, this time with a gun. From what Iâve heard about this girlââ
âWoman,â Martha corrected.
âWoman. Thereâs no history of violence.â
âSo if it wasnât Martinelli, who do you think?â
Stranahan had been anticipating the question ever since heâd called Ettinger from a pay phone on the drive back. Now they were sitting across the fire ring from each other on folded buffalo blankets. Sean added a stick to the coals, the night setting in cold, and studied the wisp of smoke snaking toward the vent. He stood to adjust the flap poles and spoke without facing her.
âI think it could be the girl who was with the motorcycle guy, the one who came looking for Martinelli.â
âBecause you heard a motorcycle.â
âIt was a two-stroke. A lot of dirt bikes are two-stroke. The fly shop owner said the guy was riding an off-road bike.â
âYou told me the girl had short black hair. That doesnât sound like a Medusa.â
âI could be wrong about the shadow.â
âYou could be wrong about the motorcycle, too.â
âNo, bikes I know.â
âSince when?â
âMy dad restored an Indian 741 Scout, the model used in World War II. Thereâs about ten years after he died that I was lucky to live through. That Indian was only one of the risks I ran.â
âAh, those lost years. We all have a few.â
âI was lost. I remember the years well enough, the good parts, anyway.â
âThatâs the difference between us. Youâre an optimist.â Her hand crept up to her jaw and they sat in comfortable silence. She stroked her throat. âWell, okay,â she said slowly. âIf you think it could be the girl, then that seems like a valid line of investigation. Frankly, Iâve got my hands full with the wrangler your buddy Sam beat up. I told you he stepped in a trap, didnât I? A wolf trap. Probably not much different than the one you set off in that cellar.â She shook her head. âAs if someone with an antler through his gut isnât enough to keep a story in headlines.â
âStrange coincidence, me digging with a trap, the wrangler getting caught in one.â
âA wolf runs through it.â Ettinger nodded her head. âWhereâs your bathroom?â
âItâs back in the woods. You take a path from that rock I told you about where I get my mail.â
âIâll hold it.â She rolled her eyes. âThat path is reason number two no self-respecting woman wants to kiss you. So, how is . . . Mar-tin-ique?â She didnât want to hear Sean Stranahan talk about his girlfriend any more than she wanted to hear Harold Little Feather talk about his ex-wife, but she couldnât help herself. Why didnât either of the men who made her feel like a woman realize there was a heart under the badge.
Iâm right here
, she wanted to say.
âI havenât spoken with her since coming back from B.C.,â Stranahan said.
âIs there a problem?â
âI donât know. I thought this business of working as a bikini barista would be over once she went to vet school, and it is over, but now sheâs got a second cell phone she uses to seduce men, like a nine hundred number. Sheâs up front with me about it, says the phone canât be traced and itâs easy money.â
âSo you arenât the only one she talks dirty to.â
âThatâs the thing. She never did. Sheâsââhe searched for a
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