black letters a foot high.
ââEFF,ââ Fred read. âThat anything like ELF?â The radical group Earth Liberation Front, he knew, had been linked to acts of vandalism in the name of environmental causes around the country and often left graffiti of its initials. But EFF was new to him.
âI donât know,â Kevin said. âMaybe itâs like a typo.â
Jill raised her eyebrows. âEvery time?â She pointed to the same initials on a hydraulic excavatorâa huge backhoe on Caterpillar tracksâand a tub grinder that stood ready to grind up the very trees Sylvia and Andrew didnât want them to take down. âI donât think so. In a day or two, if theyâre anything like ELF, theyâll probably take credit for it and tell us their full name.â
Which didnât mean that individuals would step forward to take the blame, Fred knew. Meanwhile, of course, people would get a kick out of talking about the âeffingâ vandalism. And he would have to deal with what had to be Tom Walcher, heading for him. In his forties, maybe five eight, Walcher was all muscle, obvious even through his denim jacket. But the flaming hair Joan had described couldnât compete with the fire in his eyes.
âBad enough they have to camp out in my trees,â he said. âNow theyâre sabotaging my equipment.â
âDetective Lieutenant Fred Lundquist. Iâm sorry this happened, Mr. Walcher. Our crime scene people are on their way.â
âTheyâd better be! Itâs a good half hour since I called you guys. You have any idea how much this is costing me by the hour?â
Not to mention repairing these babies, Fred thought. âYouâll want to file the police report with your insurance company.â
âNo way. Theyâd hit me with a rate increase you wouldnât believe.â
Fred couldnât argue with him. âCan you tell me what happened?â
âIâve already told those two.â He jerked a thumb at the uniforms.
âItâs a nuisance, I know, but I need to hear it directly from you.â
âWe were supposed to start work at six, on another job. Iâve been storing my equipment here overnight.â The thumb jerked again.
âYes.â
âFirst we saw the graffiti. Then nothing would startâwe saw right away they cut all our fuel lines. God only knows what else they did that we canât tell yet. I called 911 immediately, and Iâve been waiting ever since. If theyâd set fire to them, instead, it wouldâve been worth filing with our insurance. We wouldâve lost the whole damn woods by now. Of course, the kid in the oak tree wouldâve gone up with them.â The thought clearly didnât bother him as much as the money he was losing.
Maybe thatâs why they didnât, Fred thought, but he suspected EFF would be more concerned about trees than about Andrew. He climbed up and peered at the severed diesel fuel lines to each cylinder of the massive engines. Presumably EFF was on the same side as Andrew and Sylvia. But he didnât trust the judgment of whoever had immobilized the earthmovers. Who knew what theyâd pull next time?
âWe were here in five minutes, Lieutenant,â Jill said when he climbed down from the equipment.
âWe secured the area and took statements from all the workers,â Kevin said.
Secured the area was a joke, Fred thought. The construction workers were still walking around freely, and their tracks and the many tracks left by their vehicles and by Andrew and Sylviaâs supporters on previous days, not to mention Joanâs and his own visit yesterday, would give the crime scene people fits.
âThis is gonna cost me anyhow a day, even if thereâs no more damage than we can see and we can get replacement parts right away,â Walcher said. âYou still need my guys? Itâs
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