- Hard Fall (4 page)

Already filled up two SD cards on the trip, said she owned a photo studio, if I heard her right. We headed out the ranch road for a while, back toward the bluffs. Passed a family fishing and talked with them a bit. We were stopping every fifteen minutes so Anya could take photos. Irritated Gunter.

He kept getting more and more pissed, like he had someplace to be."

"Chafing?"

"I guess. I kinda liked it, you know, taking time. If I'd just been by myself, I'd have just blasted through on the wheels.

It made me slow down and take it in a little more, you know?"

"Okay, so you're heading out, stopping here and there." I repeated it more for my own recollection than to prompt Kabe. "Gunter's chomping at the bit to get himself relaxed.

Then what happens?"

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"We got to the base of that rise up ahead." He pointed between two pine-covered hills cut by a pass of streams and pasture. Just beyond them a craggy, torn section of mountain reared up. "I was gonna head around to the north end, maybe another two miles, to the face I wanted to climb. I told them to keep on the road and at about four miles they'd see a pine growing out of the top of a boulder with a path. If they took that, it'd take them up to a bluff with a nice camp spot that overlooked the park."

"Y'all parted at the fork then. When was the next time you saw them?"

"Well, that afternoon I did the face twice. It's like a 5.3."

Now a little flush seeped onto his cheeks and down his neck.

"Not as scenic, at least from day-packer's perspective."

Climber pride—a face you could do twice in a day didn't rate real high and a 5.3 was nothing ... the Yosemite scale started at 5.0 and went through 5.15 on rating how difficult a face was to climb. "It really isn't much, but there are some stretches and reaches, you know, to limber up. Chin-ups aren't the same as pushing your body up a rock with your toes."

With those words, life seemed to pump into Kabe. Not a lot. Just enough to tell that this was something he enjoyed.

Not the recounting of his day, but the climb. "Okay, got it."

"I camped there, then packed up before the sun was up.

The whole night was quiet. I was going to go farther in, to a 5.6 point pitch, you know, easy enough to get my center back. I thought I should swing by Gunter and Anya's and check in." He shrugged and tapped the window frame.

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"Something just told me to. So I'm maybe halfway up that trail and I run into Gunter coming down. He was acting all freaked out and said that Anya fell. I'm thinking, shit there goes my weekend, 'cause I'm going to have to haul some German tourist back with a broken leg."

"Wasn't a broken leg." The comment didn't need saying, but I said it all the same. Reminding myself we were out for someone who wasn't coming home.

"No, no broken leg. He jumps on the ATV with me, takes me up and over past their camp. He's telling me, actually yelling it into my ear so I can hear, that Anya took off to photograph the sunrise over the park. When she didn't come back for breakfast he goes looking and finds her."

"When do you think this was?" That question I had to ask.

Needed times, even if they weren't solid. "When you first ran into him on the trail?"

"About eightish."

"Sunup was around six," Ramon, for the first time, broke in, "maybe a little after." I'd plumb well forgotten he was there. Made no more sense than a rabbit at a wolf convention since he was driving, but my mind does that sometimes.

"Yeah," Kabe mumbled, "about then. Why?"

"Nothing, keep going."

"Well, we had to leave the ATV at one point. He's telling me to hurry. Maybe with both of us we can haul her out. Save her. He hustles me over to the rim. One look, and I knew it was over."

"How so?"

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"Most people's heads don't face their spine." A little twitch flicked at the corner of Kabe's eye. No more reaction than that, though. "Broken neck, completely twisted around, you know?"

"Bad then?"

"Brutal way to die." He drifted off for a moment, just staring at nothing. "I tried my cell, but the reception is crap out here. I told Gunter to come back with me. He wouldn't leave her." The tiniest shake of his head told me he didn't really understand. "Shit, man, he had to know she was dead.

A half-blind monkey would know she was dead. I think it was starting to sink in. He got real calm looking down there. So I headed back toward the ranch. Wasn't until I hit the spot where we met the people fishing that I got any reception.

That would have been close to nine-thirty, maybe ten I think.

Called. Got back to the ranch and waited for you guys."

"Doing chores?" Whoa Nelly, Ramon's tone was snide. I never pulled my emotions into an interview. Didn't serve no purpose and just got interviewees all defensive.

"Might as well." Kabe didn't rise. Prisoners learned that early, too. Don't let nothing rile you, 'cause you can't do nothing about it. "Kept me from thinking about it, you know?"

For the first time during the ride, Kabe moved more than just an inch or so. He leaned forward against the back of Ramon's seat and pointed out the windshield. A house-sized boulder listed across the dirt road a couple miles ahead. Like a party favor, a lone pine tree jutted from the center of the stone.

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your head 'round. "You'll want to turn there. Truck's not going to make it all the way up. Trail gets real narrow about the second bend."

The rest of the ride I spent chewing on what Kabe'd said ...

grinding it down to a good set of assumptions that might be subject to change at any given moment. The facts were only the facts until something told you different. A few miles up, Ramon parked in the middle of the trail ... wasn't like there was a side to move off onto. Fact, we'd probably have to back out just to find a turn around. As I swung out the passenger side, Fred and Nadia came to a halt just in back of us.

Nadia Slokum slid out of the Park Service truck and ambled up toward me. "Meant to ask you, we going to wait for the coroner?"

"Naw, not really." I snagged my hat outta Ramon's seat and snorted. "The coroner 'round these parts, he don't do field work much, runs one of the funeral parlors in Panguitch."

When he did that even. We'd had good, we'd had bad and right now we had a guy who preferred boating in the Caribbean. I slammed the door and shrugged. "Pretty much if it looks dead, he calls it dead ... and he waits for some doctor to tell him why. We've got to ask him for an inquest when we think there might be cause to." I smiled as I settled the Stetson on my head. "Anyhow, Fred's got a couple disposable body bags in the truck, right?"

"Yeah," he held up a set of yellow pouches, "and I snagged the collapsible back-country stretcher and a Reeves Sleeve. If the corpse is in full rigor you'll probably just have to stuff it in the sleeve and haul it out as a ball."

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"Depending on time of death ... well, Kabe says she looked pretty done for 'round nine or so. That's maybe three to four hours and it's been pretty cool up here. She might still be pretty loose. I'll take both."

Fred nodded. "I'll get 'em out of the back." Leaning into the back of the pickup, he began shifting gear.

"So, you and me," Nadia stepped closer, "who's playing good cop?"

I considered her with one eyebrow raised. "Good cop?" If I didn't think she was half teasing, I'd have been worried.

"Yep, good cop, bad cop." She smiled. Yeah, I wouldn't want to go crossways with this woman.

"Well," settling into a wide leg stance, I looked up the trail and thought a bit, "if he were local, I'd say I'd play good cop as the insider, but why don't we go with your nice southern charm?"

Kabe'd made it out of Ramon's truck and ambled over.

"Why are you talking like he's a suspect or something?"

I took my gear from Fred. He'd thrown mine in the back of their truck. Who knew what would happen if I'd put it in the pit Ramon called a vehicle. Shouldering my pack, I answered,

"'Cause he is."

"But," Kabe shrugged into his own rack, "his wife fell."

"That's what he told you." As I started up the trail, I kept talking. I could hear Ramon's grumbles about not much of anything. Kabe and I had our gear, Fred packed the emergency equipment and Nadia soldiered on in an altitude she wasn't used to. "And that very well may have happened.

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sure it's not. Much easier to go back to a guy and say, 'sorry for the inconvenience, y'all understand though, it's just procedure,' rather than having to haul your butt back out to a scene, find evidence and locate witnesses if it turns out five days from now not to be an accident."

"Oh."

"So, Sugar," Nadia kept a good pace, staying pretty much in step with me. Given how much longer my legs were than hers, I was suitably impressed. "We treat everyone as a suspect, everything as a crime until we know better."

For a while Kabe trudged along in silence. Finally, he mumbled out, "Everyone?"

"Everyone who had any connection." I nodded, "Yep, that means you."

"Then why do you want me to help you get the body? Is that a little strange, having a suspect help you?"

"If there was another way, I'd take it. You'll have to do

'cause we ain't got better." I grinned. "I ain't gonna let you touch anything, anyhow."

He sped up. "Gee thanks."

I guess he didn't like my faint praise. "No problem." I called to Kabe's back. If that wounded him, Kabe could darn sure get over it. 'Course it was hard to see anything getting under that boy's skin.

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concerned, I guess she let it slide. If I'd actually thought the man was having problems keeping up, I'd have dropped back.

But Ramon liked his drama. He wanted us all to understand just how much he suffered for his job. When Ramon wasn't the center of attention he was planning how to get to be.

The center of my attention ... that was ten feet ahead and wrapped in faded blue climbing shorts. Every muscle flexed as he hiked, the etched line standing out like a wind carved escarpment. And man, that butt was so tight you could have bounced a quarter off it. I wondered what the crack of it would taste like. Throw him against a tree, yank down his shorts and lick him all over.

Thinking on things like that would do me no good. Still, I tortured myself with images dredged up from my own mind.

Things I'd seen online done with ropes. Well, I don't think I needed anything all that fancy, but the idea of it, I could live on that.

My thin fantasies were cut short when we came up over a rise. Not a far piece ahead a neon yellow, high-priced, high-tech two-man tent squatted in a clearing. A pair of equally high-end mountain bikes leaned against a tree. One of the bikes caught the sun and blazed bright gold. Had to be the woman's with the frame set up ... no ball whacker bar.

A man, maybe late thirties or thereabouts, knelt next to a duffle pack. Clothing scattered about was either in the process of coming out or going into the bag, couldn't really tell from where I was. Given the amount of pink mixed in, I doubted they were part of the man's gear. At the sound of 38

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our feet he stood and I got my first good look at Gunter Warner.

It took me all of a second to decide I didn't much care for the man. Don't know if it was the sour scowl that gripped his thin lips, or that he wiped his hands on his shorts long enough to make me wonder if he had a complex. Average height, better than average build—wouldn't have expected less from someone who could bike the hill we just climbed—brown hair and brown eyes, the man reeked of normal.

And that set my gut off for some strange reason.

Kabe nodded to Warner in greeting. Not going all the way into the man's camp, he hadn't been invited; Kabe chose a spot where a fallen log might serve as a bench. Then he shook off his pack and grabbed his water bottle. The three of us, with Ramon huffing behind, moved more slowly toward the site. If Nadia were any good, and she seemed to be, she'd be doing the same mental inventory of Warner and his camp that I ran through in my head. The campsite seemed too clean; the normal chaos of living out of nylon stuff sacks didn't seem present. 'Course they'd only been there one night and Gunter Warner had a good amount of time to just stay busy.

That worried me, too. Put another edge on my distaste.

What a suspect could cover up in a matter of hours: cleaning, tossing, moving things ... just like we'd caught ol' Gunter at.

"Gunter Warner? Howdy." Nadia stepped up to him with an outstretched hand, but dropped it when the man didn't take the shake. "Sorry to meet you under these circumstances. I'm Nadia Slokum, with the National Parks." With a tip of her hat 39

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brim toward me and Fred, "This here is Deputy Sheriff Joe Peterson, Fred Noces, also Park Service, and Ramon Piestewa from Land Management. I believe you've already met Mr.

Varghese."

"Yes." Warner's response seemed less tense than I'd expect. Could have been just the language though, or that he was in shock. Or could have been that he'd had from before breakfast 'till right 'round lunch to get his story straight.

Nadia'd given me my role, and I played it. 'Course my natural suspicions helped me fall into the bad cop mode.