01 Storm Peak (10 page)
“Could be I’d turn something up. I was going to suggest we do it.”
“Well, that’s the point, see, Jess?” she said, seizing her opportunity. “We’d both have to do it. If you want to nose around a crime scene, I have to be along to make things official, don’t I?”
He hadn’t thought of that point and he nodded again, considering. “I guess that’s true enough.”
Lee developed the thought further. “And let’s just say that you turn up a piece of evidence. Let’s say you find something that points us right to the murderer—”
Jesse stopped her, holding up one hand and grinning at her. “Slow down, Lee. I may be good. But I’m not that good. Don’t go expecting me to walk into Barret’s room and solve this case straight up now.”
She shook her head in exasperation. “That’s not what I’m saying, Jess. But if you’re involved in this investigation and you’ve got no official capacity to be involved, that could corrupt any evidence you find, couldn’t it?”
His grin faded and he frowned. “I’m not sure,” he said slowly. “I hadn’t really thought about that.”
She didn’t give him time to allay the doubt that had arisen. “Well, think about it now,” she said. “Say we arrest a suspect and some smart defense lawyer works out that the investigation has been handled by a civilian with no official authority to be asking questions or handling evidence …” She let that last thought hang in the air for a few seconds. “It’s just possible that a technicality like that might destroy any case we try to make, isn’t it?”
There was a silence between them. Jesse rubbed his jaw with the palm of his hand. She knew he was thinking. She knew he was thinking that she had a point.
“Might be best,” he ventured finally, “if I just got out of the way altogether.”
“No, Jess!” she said vehemently. “I need you on this case! Damn it, you were one of the best homicide detectives they had in Denver!”
He looked at her quizzically, his head tilted to one side. “Is that right?” he asked her. “And who might have told you that?”
She flushed suddenly. She hadn’t ever intended to let him know that she’d spoken to his bosses in Denver about his resignation. She hesitated, then said, “Your old boss, Chief Douglas, if you have to know.”
His eyebrows raised sardonically. She kicked angrily at a small pile of snow in front of her, scattering it into wind driven powder.
“Chief of Detectives William Harris Douglas himself?” he mused. “And what occasioned you to be chatting with him?”
She felt the color mounting to her cheeks, faced him squarely and met his gaze.
“We were talking about you,” she said bluntly. “I wanted to know if you were all right so I asked Chief Douglas what had happened. Damn it,” she added. “You weren’t going to tell anyone, I could see that.”
“But he did,” Jesse said softly. It was a statement, not a question.
Lee nodded. “Yes,” she replied, keeping her voice even. “He did. He felt I ought to know, as the local sheriff and as a friend.”
Jesse let out a long pent-up breath and dropped his gaze away from hers. He looked out over the Yampa Valley spread out below them, shook his head once or twice. After a while he said, “Then, as a friend, you’ll understand why I’m in no hurry to put on a badge of any kind again. Lee, when I came back here, I told myself I was finished with that kind of thing.”
“But you’re not, Jess. You’re not now and you never will be. Goddamn it, I’ve watched you these last few days. It’s like you’re alive again. You’ve been wandering around town in some kind of fog for the past two years, Jess, and now you’re almost back to the way you were.”
He laughed bitterly, turned to look at her again. “There’s a matter for concern, Sheriff. I come alive only when other people are suddenly made dead. I’m not sure if that’s something about myself that I like.”
She was angry now and she let him know it. “Damn you, Jesse! That’s not the way of it and you know that! You’re alive again because you can see a chance to do what you do best. You’re a cop and a good one. That means you can’t just sit idly by while people are being killed and throw your hands in the air and say, ‘Oh my, how terrible.’ Now don’t pretend it’s anything else.”
Again, his gaze dropped away from hers. When he spoke, she could barely hear the words. “Yeah … maybe you’re right at that, Lee.”
She dropped a hand on his shoulder. He still wouldn’t face her so she shook his shoulder gently until he did. “Jesse, I need you working on this case. I told you already, I’m out of my depth. If it would help you decide, the people of this town and this county need you working on it. No, damn it, they deserve to have you working on it because you’re the best homicide investigator we’ve got.”
She paused, watching his eyes carefully. She could see the acceptance growing there. “But I need you on this case officially. As a sworn-in deputy. That leaves me free to get on with running my department and you free to investigate anywhere and anytime you like.” She shook him again, gently. “C’mon jess. You know it makes sense.”
He let go another deep breath. “Well, hell,” he said. “If it means so damn much to you, let’s make me a deputy.”
THIRTEENT
he fire chief also acted as a notary public. They went back to the
he fire chief also acted as a notary public. They went back to the
Public Safety Building on Yampa Street and he witnessed Lee swearing Jesse in as a deputy. At the end of the brief ritual, he nodded to them both and took his leave, returning to his office, downstairs from the sheriff’s department.
Lee rummaged in the top left-hand drawer for a few moments, then tossed something on the desktop.
“There you go, Jess. Now you’re official.”
Jesse picked it up and studied it. It was a deputy sheriff’s star. He looked at her quizzically. “Thought you said I didn’t have to wear any badge?” he asked her.
“You don’t have to wear it. I just have to issue you with it. Hell, keep it in your pocket if you want to. It might just make things a little easier if you want to question someone, is all.” She hesitated, her hand hovering over the still open drawer.
“I’m supposed to issue you with a gun as well. I’ve got this Beretta here if you want it.”
Jesse shook his head. “Got my own if I need one. Doubt that I will in any event.”
Lee nodded and closed the drawer firmly.
“Figured that might be the case,” she said. She was going to say more, but the phone on her desk shrilled and she turned to pick it up.
“Sheriff Torrens,” she said. From where he stood, across the room, Jesse could recognize the high-pitched tones from the other end of the line. Ned Puckett, the Mayor of Steamboat Springs, was obviously pretty damn excited about something. Lee listened to the torrent of words, caught Jesse’s gaze and rolled her eyes to heaven. Finally, there was a break in the torrent, presumably as Ned paused for breath. Lee managed to get a few words in.
“Well, of course I’m doing something about it, Ned. I’ve just been up on the mountain right now, inspecting the scene.”
She paused as Ned opened up again, then had to admit, a little reluctantly, “Well, no. We didn’t find too much of anything, as a matter of fact… No. No clues so far, Ned… No. No suspects either. I mean, let’s face it, Ned, if we had us a suspect, chances are, we’d have us a few clues, don’t you think?”
She breathed heavily, obviously holding her temper in check. “No. I don’t think it’s the slightest bit amusing, Ned. I get damned well unamused when someone starts murdering people in my jurisdiction… Well, hell! I know they’re tourists, Ned! That doesn’t make it worse, does it?”
Apparently it did. Ned seemed to go ballistic over the phone. Lee let him run, drumming her fingers impatiently on the desktop as she did. She met Jesse’s gaze once and shook her head in exasperation. He shrugged his sympathy. Officialdom didn’t vary much from place to place. He’d listened to similar conversations in Chief Douglas’s office in Denver. Politicians took heat from the electorate about crime, so they passed the heat onto cops. Jesse shrugged. That was just part and parcel of being a cop. He knew it. So did Lee. Finally however, she decided that Ned had said enough. She cut across his tirade.
“Ned … Ned! All right! I get the picture. You’re concerned—” There was a brief chatter of words from the phone before she could cut him off again. “All right, deeply concerned. We all are. Tell you what, you’re in your office?” Again, a brief answer, which Lee didn’t allow to become more lengthy. Jesse grinned. Ned Puckett could turn the word “yes” into a ten-minute election speech.
“Fine. Well how about I come over there now and fill you in on what we know so far and what we plan to do about things? Okay?”
Obviously it was. Ned’s voice had dropped a few octaves now. Even from across the room, Jesse thought he sounded as if he were somewhat placated.
“Okay, that’s fine, Ned,” Lee continued. “I’ll be right over. Tell you what, I’m still waiting on those forensic boys from Denver to send in their report. How about I call them? Maybe they’ve turned something up.”
She looked up, met Jesse’s gaze and shrugged. Part of being sheriff was placating the other town officials when something went wrong.
“Fine,” she repeated. “I’ll see you in a quarter hour.”
She hung the phone up and let go a long sigh.
“You want to come with me?” she asked, without too much hope.
Jesse grinned and shook his head. “I think I’ll head over to the Harbor Hotel and look over the victim’s room. Maybe I’ll find something.”
“You think?” Lee asked and he shook his head.
“Not really. But you never know. Have fun with Ned.”
FOURTEENT
he desk clerk at the Harbor Hotel rummaged around in a drawer and handed over a key to Barret’s room.
he desk clerk at the Harbor Hotel rummaged around in a drawer and handed over a key to Barret’s room.
“Heard you were helping out on this one, Jesse,” he said, then added with a slightly anxious tone, “Think you’ll get her cleared up soon?”
Jesse took the proffered key and shrugged. “Just as soon as we can, Linc,” he told him. Obviously, murders weren’t good for trade. Linc, shaking his head, confirmed his suspicions.
“Terrible, terrible affair, Jesse,” he said portentously. Jesse nodded as the other man continued. “Had a group from LA cancel their bookings only this morning. Six rooms,” he added heavily, “three of them doubles at that.”
The new deputy looked at the desk clerk quizzically, not sure if his verdict of a terrible, terrible affair related to the murders themselves or the canceled bookings. He decided, on balance, it was the latter.
“Not the first time you’ve had people change their minds, I’ll be bound,” he offered, and Linc nodded immediately.
“Oh, that’s true enough, Jess. Matter of fact, we re-rented those rooms right away. Got a waiting list long as your arm at this time of year.”
“Not a problem, then,” Jesse stated and Linc agreed but only conditionally.
“Not yet, at any rate. But I sure hope you and Lee catch whoever’s doing this before it gets to be a problem.”
J
esse stood inside Andrew Barret’s room at the Harbor Hotel as the door sighed shut on its pneumatic closer.
esse stood inside Andrew Barret’s room at the Harbor Hotel as the door sighed shut on its pneumatic closer.
A queen-sized bed dominated the available space. There was a dark wood dressing table, antique in style, with a hinged mirror angled slightly above it. Jesse’s image stared patiently back at him with steady, brown eyes.
A leather armchair was in one corner—comfortable looking and recently restored. The leather was deep red and quilted, the sort of furniture you expect to find in gentlemen’s clubs and attorney’s offices. The Harbor furnished its rooms with restored antiques. The rich tone of the leather was spoiled somewhat by the carelessly flung denim shirt hooked over one side of the back and the crumpled jeans that had been dropped on the seat cushion.
Jesse edged round the bed—rooms in the Harbor weren’t known for their size-and checked the bedside table. Apparently Barret was a person who preferred to sleep on the left-hand side of the bed. There was a paperback edition of a John Grisham novel lying facedown on the table, and a handful of small change that had been carelessly dropped there as well. An inhaler, the sort used by asthma sufferers, was also standing on the table, along with the remote control for the television that was hanging on a bracket from the wall opposite the bed.
Barret’s suitcase was open on one of those folding metal and webbing stands that you find in hotels and nowhere else. Taking a pen from his shirt pocket, Jesse turned over a few of the items in the suitcase. There was nothing there to excite interest. He pulled on a pair of thin leather gloves and carefully closed the suitcase, zipping it shut. He’d examine the case and its contents in greater detail when he took it back to the sheriff’s department offices.
The dressing table was next. It had the usual drawers for clothes and underclothes and socks, as well as a series of smaller jewelry drawers. Jesse pulled them open, not expecting to see much in them. He wasn’t disappointed. One held a double-A flashlight battery, presumably used, and that was it. On an impulse, Jesse ran his fingers underneath the surfaces of the smaller drawers and was rewarded by the feeling of something taped there.
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