Lewis asked.
âYeah. Are you doing all right?â
âYep. How was Laura?â
âOkay.â Maggie sounded unsure. âHer feelings were hurt, but I donât think she knows whatâs going on.â
âAt least somethingâs working out right.â
âDo you need me to pick up anything on my way home?â
âNot that I can think of. Please, be careful. Iâm fine, so donât hurry. Donât use me as an excuse to drive the way you normally do.â
âFunny man.â
âSee you when you get here.â
âThatâs one of those stupid things that people say,â Maggie said. âOf course youâll see me when I get there.â She laughed. âJust giving you a sample of what youâre getting.â
âBye.â
Lewis took the shotgun and went out into the yard. He pointed it at trees and at the shed and at his car. The thing felt heavier than he had ever remembered. He sat down on the chopping block and looked at the plateau below. When he was a boy he would go hunting with his father and uncle. Heâd never liked the noise and after he got his first kill, a fat mallard, he always tried to miss. He could put up with the teasing about his eyes, but not with the dead animal, eyes open, looking back at him as his father held it high. But still he went. Even though given a choice, he went.
âWhy do you keep going?â his wife had asked, for he continued to attend the rituals as an adult.
He didnât have an answer for her. It was the killing, though. It was the killing that kept him going back out there. He couldnât do it, but he wanted to see it.
Chapter Nineteen
Maggie was overdue. Lewis looked at his watch. It had been only three minutes since his last glance. It was five-thirty-seven. If Maggie had left Albuquerque as late as one-thirty, she was still overdue. He considered that she might have stopped to shop, though it seemed unlikely. Perhaps there had been yet another mass escape from the state prison in Santa Fe and she was being delayed by road blocks. He switched on the radio and found a station with news. The woman giving the report talked about a young boyâs body being found floating in a ditch, then a story on the building water in the Elephant Butte and Cochiti dams. No jail break. He watched out the window and listened. Maybe sheâd had car trouble. She would have called. He switched off the radio and went to the phone in the kitchen. He called the state police and asked if there had been any accidents reported involving a maroon Mazda pickup. A woman told him there had not been any such accident. He thanked her and hung up. He was sure that if he left the house the phone would ring and it would be Maggie needing help, but he felt an urge to leave and search for her. He reached for the receiver again, this time dialing the sheriffâs number which was written on the pad in front of him.
âMay I speak to Sheriff Mondragon?â
âWhoâs calling?â
âLewis Mason. Tell him itâs important. Please.â
He was put on hold.
âProf?â It was Manny.
âManny, I need your help. At least, I think I need your help. You know Maggie Okada.â
âYes.â
âWell, she drove my granddaughter to the airport in Albuquerque and left there at noon or so and sheâs not back yet.â
âProbably stopped to shop,â Manny said.
âI donât think so.â
âYou think sheâs having a problem or something?â
âI donât know.â
âWell, if sheâs just a couple hours lateââ Manny paused. âI donât see why youâre worried enough to call me.â
âI guess Iâm just over-reacting.â
âI can have a man drive the road, take a look. I canât do much more than that.â
âOkay, thanks, Manny.â
âCall me back if she doesnât