him.â
Wince sucked around on that one some, looking me in the face.
âWay the boy downstairs tells it, too,â he said. âHe says he doesnât know for what, though. Claims Luster never told him.â
âYou believe him?â
âYou asking private detective questions again?â
âNope.â
âGood. Youâre learning. Consider your knuckles rapped. Head on back into the policemanâs reunion.â
âThere is a cop or two down there.â
âA lot of them, this is their first red ball. I didnât know better, Iâd think some of them are actually happy about it.â
âEverybody likes to feel useful.â
âI guess, but their usefulness is a pain in my ass. Iâm tripping over three shades of uniform down there, and thatâs before the press and the local pols even show their faces. I donât even want to think about scene contamination.â
I said, âThen I wonât mention that your ambulance parked right where an intruder might have left footprints in all this new mud.â
He smiled, a little sadly, and rubbed a leathery hand at his pelt of gray hair. âI said I donât want to think about it. Go on down now.â
I started for the door. Then I turned and said, âOne last thing. I think Beckett and Mays might have been working on a story about the meth trade at the Knight Hawk.â
Wince looked at me, but his face was noncommittal. You get more out of Sheetrock. He said, âLot of that in the mines these days. Sad business.â
âYeah, but this might have been something bigger. Knight Hawkâs tanks of anhydrous ammonia have been under assault lately. The companyâs posted armed guards and everything. If youâve ever seen those tanks, you know how much ingredient theyâre holding.â
Wince tried to maintain his neutral expression, but his right eyebrow flicked softly, and I knew Iâd told him something he didnât know. Money in the bank, I hoped, if I ever needed it.
âAnyway,â I said, waving my hand and heading back downstairs. He followed after a while, but didnât hang around for more chat. The cops gathered around the stairs, and the ME and his team went up again and came back shortly with Lusterâs covered body. I waited for them to go out, then went to look for Jonathan but didnât see him anywhere, and his car was gone from the drive. I tried his cell but it went to voicemail, and I clicked off without saying anything. Heâd talk when he was able to, I guessed. I walked past the funeral procession and down the hill to my bike. My phone rang. It wasnât Jonathanâs number, but I answered it anyway. I shouldnât have. That phone was leading to nothing but woe, and if Iâd had any sense Iâd have tied it to a brick and thrown it in the lake.
Temple. Of course. âI need to see you right away.â
âMrs. BeckettâTempleâIâm just as sorry as I can be for your loss. Really I am. But thatâs a bad idea,â I said. âActually, itâs a terrible one. The police have asked me to steer clear, and from here on thatâs what I mean to do.â
That failed to make an impression. âListen to me,â she said, her voice dropping. âThe people who killed my father and may have killed my husbandâthey know about you.â
âMrs. Beckett . . .â
âSlim, goddamn it. Listen to me. They donât care who you are or what your story is. They donât care that you arenât a private investigator. They donât care what you told the police, and they donât care that youâre steering clear. Trust me. Youâve got a daughter, donât you?â
I froze for a minute. I said, âIâve got a daughter.â
She said, âThen theyâve got a target.â
SIX
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