Rough Country (5 page)

Scouting tracks, Virgil said.

Anyway, we got three partial footprints so far, the instep of a woman's boot or shoe. Maybe a shoe, because there's a low heel, Mapes said. We won't be able to give you an exact size because we're mostly seeing that instep, but it also looks to me like there's a capital M in the instep, a logo. One of the guys thinks it's for Mephisto shoes. He said Mephisto shoes run about three hundred bucks a pair.

Not something you'd see every day, Virgil said.

Heck, I don't even know if you could buy any locally, I mean, closer than the Cities, Mapes said. Though you could order them on the Internet.

What else? Virgil asked.

Well . . . nothing. But I thought that was quite a bit, Mapes said.

Nothing on the beaver lodge?

Not there yet. I'm going back in.

Done good, Ron, Virgil said.

The sheriff looked at Virgil and said, Gotta be somebody at the lodge. A woman, shoes from the Cities. Sanders had relaxed a notch: this was more of a Cities problem than a local deal, and he was happy to have it that way.

Let's go back and talk to Stanhope, Virgil said. Then if you could have one of your guys give me a lift down to Grand Rapids, we could let Johnson go.

I can do that, the sheriff said.

ON THE WAY BACK to the lodge, Johnson said, I feel like I'm ditching you.

You're not. This isn't your job. Catch a fish for me, up there, Virgil said.

Not gonna catch any fish, Johnson said gloomily. He ducked his head over the steering wheel, looking up at the bright sky. This trip is cursed.

At the lodge, Virgil hopped out, got his duffel bag, walked around to the driver's side, and said, You stay off that Budweiser when you're driving.

Yeah, yeah . . .

I mean it, Johnson. I got enough goddamn dead people on my hands.

Johnson cracked a smile: First turn I get around, I'm gonna throw a beer can out the window. I'll call it the Virgil Flowers memorial beer can. It'll still be there when the next glacier comes through.

And he was gone.

VIRGIL TOLD SANDERS that he needed to talk to Rainy, the guide, and then to Stanhope, and then to anyone that they might suggest. Gonna be a while, he said.

The sheriff shrugged, Well it's a murder, so I guess that takes a while, and a couple of seconds later, You're not gonna get much from George.

Yeah?

George is a drunk, Sanders said. Every day that he works, he stops at the liquor store and picks up a fifth and he takes it home and drinks it. He's trying to drink himself to death. He did that last night. He was in no shape to ambush anybody.

Any particular reason he's doing that? Virgil asked.

Not as far as I know. I think he's tired of being here, Sanders said.

THEY FOUND RAINY and interviewed him in a room called the library, a cube with three soft chairs and a few hundred hard-backs with sun-faded covers, and six geraniums in the window, in terra-cotta pots. Rainy lived fifteen minutes away, toward Grand Rapids, but outside of town. He worked a half-dozen lakes in the area, guiding fishermen in the summer, deer and bear hunters in the fall. He got a hundred dollars a day plus tips, had worked on another lake the day before the killing, and had been scheduled to take out a couple of women in the morning and teach them how to fish for walleye.

Got down to the dock, and they was runnin' around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off. They thought Miz McDill might of gone down toward that pond. So I says, Well, why don't I go take a look?' So I jumps in a boat and runs down there, and there she was. Wasn't like I investigated I come out the pipe and there she was. I spotted her as soon as I come out, the boat and her shirt.

You touch her? Virgil asked.

Shit no. I watch TV, the guide said.

Virgil nodded. Okay. No ideas?

Rainy shook his head: Nope. Well . . . one. Don't mention it to Miz Stanhope; I need to work here.

I can keep my mouth shut, Virgil said, and the sheriff nodded.

The women here, you know, a lot of them are singing on our side of the choir, Rainy said.

Virgil looked at the sheriff, who did a little head bob that suggested that he agreed, but hadn't mentioned it out of politeness.

You think . . .

Rainy nodded. Rug munchers, he said. The thing is, you know, they'd go on down to the bars the Goose in particular and you'd hear that there were some fights when they got the liquor in them. I don't mean like, out in the parking lot, but you know, screaming at each other. Fighting over who was munchin' who. So . . . it could be a sex thing.

Virgil asked the sheriff, Miss McDill . . . ?

Don't know. I do know that a lot of the women who come up here aren't gay, Sanders said. Margery told me once that a lot of them want to come up here without having to put up with macho North Woods bullshit. Don't mind men, they just want to get away for a while, get back to nature on their own.

How'd that come up? Virgil asked. About who was gay?

Somebody made a comment at the Chamber of Commerce, and she was steamed about it, the sheriff said. I bumped into her, purely by accident, and she let it out. We've known each other since grade school.

Huh.

The sheriff chuckled. You just said, Huh,' like a cop.

No, no . . . but you wonder, if this was done by an outsider, somebody who was staying here at the lodge, how'd they know exactly how to walk in there? To the pond? Virgil asked.

Could have looked on Google Earth, like we did, Sanders suggested.

One possibility, Virgil admitted.

Could have scouted it, Sanders added.

Or it could be a local, Virgil said.

Look, if you'd asked me how to get in there, to the pond, off the road, I'd have to take a long look at a map and maybe get a compass, and I've lived here all my life, Sanders said. The killer either knows this exact area a lot better than I do, or she looked at Google Earth. Or a map. Maybe used a GPS. And probably scouted it. So it's just as likely to be an outsider as a local. Either way, they'd have to scout it.

Or was a deer hunter, Rainy chipped in. Virgil and the sheriff turned back to him. After it freezes up, it's not so bad back there. No bugs, no mud. You go a couple hundred yards back, and you can see the pond. John Mack has a couple of tree stands maybe a five-minute walk west of there. Guys around here'll push that piece of woods, from the road over to the lake, up toward Mack's place.

Must take a lot of guys to push it, Virgil said.

Naw, it's not so bad. Like I said, you can see better. You get six, eight guys across that neck, about noon on opening day, and push 'em west, the deer'll funnel between two little ponds, Rainy said. The kids on the stands will usually take one or two. The guys put their kids up on the stands, to give them a crack at a good one.

I'll keep that in mind, Virgil said. Thank you.

As they were leaving the library, the sheriff leaned close to the guide and said, Long as you're working here, I'd go easy on that rug muncher' business.

Rainy's Adam's apple bobbed a couple of times. I'll do that. I will.

OUT IN THE MAIN LODGE, Sanders said to Virgil, I don't want you to get the idea that people up here are antigay. Some of the women at the lodge might be gay, but it doesn't bother anyone. We want them to come into town, shop, go to the restaurants these women have money. This resort's gonna cost them two thousand dollars a week, and some of them come up for a month. It's not like they buy a bucket of minnows and sleep in the back of the truck.

Virgil smiled. You mean like me and Johnson?

Well you know, they hang out at the Wild Goose, like George said. Tom Mortensen, he's the owner, if you told him he was going to lose his gay business, he'd have a heart attack, Sanders said. They keep him going. He likes having them, and they like being there. Hell of a lot less trouble than a bunch of cowboys.

THEY WENT by the office to find Stanhope. Zoe, the woman who thought Virgil had perpetrated a massacre, was sitting at a computer, wearing a pair of black librarian glasses, which meant that Virgil would almost certainly fall in love with her; the near-sighted intellectual look did him in every time. If she'd had an over-bite, he would have proposed.

Stanhope was standing behind her, looking over her shoulder and at a piece of paper in her own hand, and said, I'm sure we paid him off before July first. The Fourth of July fell on a Friday, payday, and I remember that he wasn't here for the fireworks, because he usually helps set them up

You see the problem, though, Zoe said, tapping the computer screen. If he slopped over into July, then he has to go on the third-quarter numbers, too.

Stanhope sensed them at the doorway, turned, and said, Hi. We're trying to figure out an accounting problem.

When you got a minute, Virgil said, I'd like you to walk me over to Miss McDill's cabin, talk a bit about her.

Go right now, Stanhope said.

The sheriff said, I'll leave you to it, Virgil. I gotta go talk to the TV people.

Virgil nodded: Go. I would like to fix a ride down to the Avis dealer, though.

Zoe said, My office is in town I could ride you down there. I'll be another half-hour here.

That'd be great, Virgil said.

ALL THE CABINS had names: McDill had been in the Common Loon, one bedroom, with extra sleeping space up a ladder in a second-story loft. The loft also had a doorway out to the sundeck.

In addition to the bedroom, the cabin had a segregated space, like a den, with a computer desk complete with an Ethernet cable and a wall notice about wireless connections, a Xerox laser printer, a high-end business chair, and a two-line phone; a small, efficient kitchen; and a living/sitting room with a fieldstone fireplace. McDill's Macintosh laptop was hooked to an Ethernet cable.

No television, Virgil said.

We've got a thing about that. If you want to watch television, you've got to come up to the theater at the lodge. But the basic idea here is you get away from TV and all that, Stanhope said.

But you've got

We found out that most of the people who come here want to get away from the absolute crap TV but a lot of them can't afford to completely isolate themselves. They're businesswomen and they need to stay in touch. You'll notice that your cell phone works here.

I did, Virgil said.

Because we've got a low-power repeater in the lodge, which goes to our antenna it's out by the shop, you can't see it from here that is line-of-sight to a cell out on the highway, Stanhope said. So we're all hooked up, we have all the conveniences, but you can't see it. We're looking for feel that's a little more rustic.

Virgil dropped into an easy chair and pointed her at the couch next to it. I've got some questions that you can probably answer. . . .

MCDILL HADN'T BEEN seen the night before, but that wasn't unusual, Stanhope said. Some of the women put in strenuous days on the lake, and with a lot of sun, many of them were pooped by the end of the day and went to bed early. Others went into town, and to a bar called the Wild Goose. So exactly who was where, and when, was not an easy thing to pin down.

To tell you the truth, I didn't even know that nobody saw her last night, until we were talking about it this morning, Stanhope said.

Was she pretty social?

Oh, I'd say . . . average. A little more aggressive about it when she was being social. She liked to dominate the talk, but there are other women up here who are no cream puffs. So, I'd say, she fit in.

McDill did like to go to the Wild Goose.

Was she gay?

Mmm-hmm, Stanhope said, nodding. She was, but she really didn't come up here for romance. She has a life partner down in the Cities she's been notified, she should be coming up but Erica really came up here to get away. To think. To relax a little bit. She was one of the girls who sometimes drank too much. I mean, not crazy, but she wouldn't be your designated driver down to the Goose.

I want you to believe that I don't have a problem with gay women, Virgil said, but I've got to ask: as far as you know, was she involved in any kind of stressful sexual entanglement?

Stanhope shook her head: Not as far as I know.

No kind of sexual competition with another woman up here?

I don't think so. She'd been up here for a week, she was going to be here for one more week. She was participating, yoga in the morning, nature hikes and boating in the morning and afternoon, but I didn't see her pairing off with anyone. She put her hands to her temples, pressing. I can't figure it out. Believe me, if I had any idea of what happened, I would tell you in an instant. But I didn't see anything.

Okay. Have you ever had anybody die here?

She nodded. Twice. One woman actually came here to die she loved nature, she loved the place. It was in the fall, after we were pretty much closed down, and we'd wheel her out on the deck so she could see the lake. Then she died, from pancreatic cancer. We had another woman who had a heart attack, this was four or five years ago. We actually got her to the hospital alive, but she died there.