come and gone, leaving the streets wet and shiny under the glow of recently illuminated streetlights. Runoff from the rain was still draining away, flowing down Brewery Gulch, across Main Street, and into the storm gutterâÂknown locally as the SubwayâÂwhere Joanna had once done hand-Âto-Âhand battle with a killer.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Butch:
Come home. Making dinner. You need to eat to keep up your strength.
After sending a text back saying she was on her way, she scrolled through her recent calls. The last one had come from her chief deputy, Tom Hadlock.
She listened to his voice mail. âSorry to bother you at a time like this, but weâve got either a double homicide or a murder/suicide. Canât tell which. Can you give me a call?â
Joanna ground her teeth in frustration. Tom had served admirably as her jail commander, but she worried that promoting him to chief deputy had been a mistake on her part. He was still out of his depth in certain situations, and this was clearly one of them. She dialed him back immediately.
âWhatâs up?â
âA Âcouple of kids out climbing Geronimo east of Warren late this afternoon found two bodies at the base of one of a cliffâÂtwo females. No visible gunshot or stab wounds. Looks like they either jumped or were pushed. One of them seems to have had a campsite set up at near a water hole at the base of the peak, and we found ID in a purse at the campsite. The name on the ID is for one Desirée Wilburton. Apparently sheâs a grad student from the University of Arizona. The other victim had no identification of any kind. I know youâre on bereavement leave, butâÂâ
âNever mind that,â Joanna said. âIâm coming. Who all is at the scene?â
âRight now, just the original responding deputy. The two boys who found the bodies are still there as well. Dr. Baldwin is on her way, coming from the far side of Benson. Dispatch is in the process of notifying the on-Âcall detectives, the Double Câs.â
Kendra Baldwin was Cochise Countyâs relatively new medical examiner. The term âDouble Câsâ was departmental shorthand for Detectives Ernie Carpenter and Jaime Carbajal, Joannaâs longtime homicide investigators.
âAll right,â Joanna said, looking down at her clothing. âAt the moment Iâm not dressed for hiking either to or around a remote crime scene. Iâll need to go home to change and maybe grab a bite to eat. You should probably call in a Âcouple of extra deputies as well. Who all is on duty?â
âJeremy Stock is close by. Heâs in the process of finishing up a traffic stop on Highway 92 near the San Pedro. Armando Ruiz is somewhere between Elfrida and Willcox. Iâll call both of them and let everybody know that youâre coming. The ME is still more than an hour out, so thereâs no big hurry. You know the way?â
âThe front side of Geronimo or the backside?â she asked.
âFront side,â Tom answered.
For generations of Bisbee kids, climbing that distinctive double-Âhumped limestone peak east of town had been a rite of passage. Locals referred to it either as Geronimo or else by the name Anglo pioneers had given itâÂBlack Knob. In official topo-Âmap parlance, however, it was referred to as Gold Hill. Too short to be officially labeled a mountain, the limestone peak with a top that resembled the top of a valentine, clocked in at 5,900 feet, 400 higher than the desert surrounding its base. Viewed from the streets of Old Bisbee, Gold Hill stood in the distance like a lonely gray sentinel, towering in the background over the flat expanse of a rust-Âcolored mine-Âwaste tailings dump.
Joanna was personally acquainted with Geronimo, having climbed it twiceâÂonce with a long-Âago Girl Scout troop and once with her first husband, Andy Brady shortly
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