A Hummingbird Dance (24 page)

Lane looked at their faces until he saw Aidan watching him. He thought,
Of course!

He took his pistol out of its holster, ejected the clip, checked for a round in the barrel, then dismantled the Glock and set the pieces down next to the other weapons. He dropped the clip into his pocket, then stepped back to join the circle.

For thirty minutes they waited in silence until Al stood, took the scope off his rifle and slipped it into his pocket. He emptied the rifle and put it with the rest.

Eva said, “We're here today. We'll be here tomorrow. The city will not be able to take away T'suu T'ina lands if we stick together. The city is coming this way. We have no choice but to find a way to live with each other.”

One of the men said, “We need to fill the hole in the road.”

Judith walked to the backhoe, “I'll get it started.”

One woman joked, “Judith was the one who dug it!”

Men and women grabbed shovels. Within half an hour, the trench was filled and tamped. They used the winch on one of the trucks to tow the grader off the road
while the backhoe's bucket pushed the museum piece from behind. The grader was maneuvered through the ditch to the south side of the fence. Pretty soon, Lane was the only one on this side of the wire.

He stood in the middle of the highway next to the weapons. The barbed wire was tacked back onto the posts. Lane watched as the men and women packed into the pickups and backhoe.

He took his phone out of his pocket and dialled.

“Lane?” the chief asked.

“The road is repaired. The barrier is down. The weapons have been left in the middle of the highway. Please let McTavish know that the protesters are leaving and will be allowed to pass through road blocks without any interference. Without Eva, you know this probably wouldn't have ended peacefully. We got away with a warning.” Lane closed his phone.

Eva watched him from the cab of a pickup truck where she sat with four women.

Lane's phone rang a minute later. He opened it.

“Lane?” McTavish asked.

“It's me. The protesters have disarmed themselves and will be allowed to go home without any delays. The weapons are here. Come get me and the weapons.” Lane closed his phone after noting that it was after ten o'clock.

A police van pulled up within a minute. McTavish stepped out. He was dressed in his black tactical uniform. Without a word, he and Lane loaded the weapons into the back of the van.

As they drove back through the police barriers, McTavish nodded in the direction of the cameras set up
on the gas station's lot. “Our deputy chief sure knows how to find the spotlight.”

Lane turned to watch Deputy Chief Calvin Smoke smiling at the cameras and pointing at his chest.

WEDNESDAY, JULY 17

Lane sat at the table on the deck, just off their kitchen. He sipped Arabica and watched Roz with her nose nestled between paws. The sun reflected off the neighbour's vinyl siding. He sat under an umbrella to protect him from nearly thirty degrees of heat.

The phone rang. He picked it up.

“Lane?” Harper asked.

“You okay? How about Erinn?” Lane asked.

“They're both sleeping. When Erinn found out about the last shooting, it was just too much. She started thinking about the time I was shot. She had a meltdown. Glenn and I have been busy taking care of her and Jessica. It's not easy because the baby is being breastfed. Erinn's finally getting some sleep instead of staying in bed and staring at the ceiling.” Harper kept his voice at a whisper.

“How about you?” Lane looked at Roz. Her tail swept the deck.

“I'm hangin' in there. If it wasn't for Glenn, I don't know what I'd do. The kid's been cooking meals, helpin' with clean up, walking the baby, doing loads of wash. He's sleeping too.”

“What's up?” Lane asked.

“I've been thinking about what you said about this case. About how it's not over until we find the two missing guys.” Harper gave Lane a second to get up to speed.

“Have you been sleeping?” Lane asked.

“A couple of hours. My mind is on overdrive.”

Lane asked, “Nightmares?”

“No. Nothing like that. It's the case. I can't stop thinking about it. Look at what's happened, all because it wasn't solved the first time around. We've got to find those two missing guys.”

Lane felt Roz nudge his free hand. He began to rub her under the chin. “We have to go back to Eva's. The problem is that, after what's happened, I wouldn't blame her if she refused to allow us on her place. And there's the problem of where to start looking.”

Harper thought for a minute. “I've been doing some research. There may be a likely search area.”

“What have you been researching?” Lane asked.

Harper told him.

THURSDAY, JULY 18

“Christine got a job,” Arthur sat at the table on the deck. He wore his housecoat to cut the chill of the early morning air.

“Where?” Lane stretched his legs out and sipped from his coffee. He thought,
What am I going to say to Eva when I get to her place?

“The coffee shop. You know, the one Kuldeep runs.” Arthur adjusted his housecoat.

“When was this?”

“Yesterday. She starts today,” Arthur said.

“She seems in a rush to get on with her life,” Lane said.

“And if she's living here for a while, we've got to make plans.” Arthur leaned forward.

“Plans?”

“Christine will need to go to school in the fall,” Arthur said.

Lane parked to one side of the burn mark in Eva's yard. Aidan's pickup truck was parked close to the Quonset. The inside back door of the house was open. The glass on the screen door sparkled.

Alone, Lane, turned off the engine, got out of the Chev, and listened to his feet crunch over gravel as he walked to the back door and knocked. He studied the fuchsia plant hanging next to the door.

Aidan came to the door. She smiled at him.

“Who is it?” Eva asked.

“Lane.” Aidan crossed her arms.

Eva came to the door. Her hair was braided. She wore a sweatshirt and sweatpants. She looked at Lane. “Want a cup of coffee?”

“I'm coffeed out. How about a walk instead?” Lane asked.

“Okay.” Eva stuffed her feet into shoes and grabbed a ball cap. “Comin'?” She looked at Aidan.

Lane backed down the stairs and waited.

Aidan opened the door, sat down on the steps and
put on a pair of boots. She stood to hold the door open for Eva.

A hummingbird swooped in, hovered, and stuck its beak into the nectar of one of the fuchsia's blossoms. Lane, Aidan, and Eva watched until the bird zipped away.

Eva led the way past the car and along a path. They walked up a rise. At the crest, the downtown towers could be seen through the morning haze. “City'll be here pretty soon.”

“I'm sorry,” Lane said.

Eva turned to him.

Lane felt a tightness in his chest making it difficult to form the words. “I saw the box of shells and the rifle bolt in your kitchen cupboard. I put it all together too late. Norm should never have been shot.”

Eva looked back toward the city. “You tried to stop it.”

Aidan stood beside her and put her arm through Eva's.

“I was too late,” Lane said.

“Stood out in the open and tried to stop it,” Eva said.

Lane shook his head. He looked past the women to the silhouettes of city buildings in the distance. There was no denying the city was creeping this way.

“Like I said before. We're here. You're here. None of us have got anywhere else to go. Gotta learn to live with each other. It took a while, but the boys at the blockade are beginning to understand.” Eva turned to Lane. “And, you came to our sweat. Then you came to the blockade with coffee instead of soldiers. That's a start.”

“You didn't judge me,” Lane said.

“Look at how European religion treated some of us in the residential schools. Judgin's the wrong way to go.” Eva almost maintained her impassive expression.

Lane thought,
That's always been the problem: judgement
.

“Norm's funeral is tomorrow at ten. You and Harper be there?” Eva asked.

“I'll be there. Harper's wife is …”
How do I say this?
Lane thought.

Eva waited.

Aidan watched him with curious expectation.

“She just had a baby. She's afraid of what might happen to Harper,” Lane said.

“Oh.” Eva studied Lane's face. “You still have to find those other two, don't you?”

“Yes.” Lane looked at his feet.

“Those bastards killed Alex,” Aidan said.

Eva looked at Aidan, then spoke to Lane. “Hatred eats us up from the inside. Been tryin' to figure out where Norm might have put those two boys. Could be anywhere.” Eva looked west to where the prairies rolled up to the foothills and the mountains.

“We could be looking forever,” Lane said.

“Harper can bring his family if he likes. And you too. Small funerals are sad. Nothing else besides that for you to be worried about. Nobody's gonna hurt you. People been talkin' about you and how you brought coffee to the barricade. How you waited and listened. How you laid your gun down. Lot of the people around here have respect for you now,” Eva said.

Aidan nodded without smiling.

FRIDAY, JULY 19

Lane and Harper stood with their backs to the wall at the rear of the church. It was half the size of a double-wide mobile home. The building was surrounded by mature trees with trunks too wide to embrace. The inside of the church was tilted back to front. It seemed as if the building had been deposited there by a flood.

Two men rolled Norm's coffin up to the front of the church. The width of the aisle wouldn't have allowed for pallbearers. Eva and Aidan followed the coffin. They sat in two folding chairs across from Norm's closed coffin.

Lane said, “The place is packed.”

Harper looked out the window at those peering inside.

Eva stood up and turned. She looked at the people outside. She pointed at the windows. “Open ‘em up so everybody can hear.”

Five minutes later, the minister gave a short sermon, then said, “Eva Starchild?”

Eva stood.

Complete silence fell over the inside and outside of the church.

“My best memory of Norm was him handing a log to Bruce.” Eva nodded at a man who nodded back at her. The man stood next to Lane. “Bruce and Norm were
cutting some deadfall near the river. Norm handed the wood over a barbed-wire fence to Bruce. Bruce then piled the pieces in the back of his old Ford pickup. You know, the truck that finally died last year. Anyway, Norm was gently handing those logs over the fence. Bruce's knees nearly buckled from the weight of each log.”

Lane looked at Bruce, who stood over six feet and crossed his thick arms across his chest. Bruce smiled at the memory.

“Norm was strong and gentle. He watched over Alex, Aidan, and me. He carried a weight that many of us would have found too heavy.” Eva looked around the church, at the faces watching her. She looked at Lane and Harper.

“There's been some talk of revenge over the way Norm died.” Eva looked at a couple of young men near the window who developed a sudden interest in their shoes. “The time for revenge is over. Revenge would have put Norm in a cage. He would have gone crazy in a cage. Alex died. Four boys died.” She looked at the coffin. “Too many people have died for no good reason. Everyone here will keep an eye out so we can all be safe.”

Eva sat down.

“We'll meet at the cemetery,” the minister said.

Norm's coffin was rolled down the aisle.

Lane and Harper, waiting until everyone left, followed.

In the car, they trailed the procession of cars and the cloud of dust.

“How's Erinn?” Lane asked.

“Better. She told me to come. Now she's apologizing for her meltdown.” Harper frowned.

“Arthur went over to visit her this morning. He said he knows how she feels. Maybe she'll feel better after they talk.” Lane watched the cars stop. Their doors opened.

A group of six men carried the coffin to the open grave.

Harper parked. When they opened their doors, they could hear chanting and the sound of a drum. Lane saw eight men around a drum singing for Norm. Harper and Lane walked up the slope. The mountain peaks gradually revealed their massive shoulders as the detectives reached the top of the hill.

Eva and Aidan walked toward Lane and Harper after Norm was buried beside his mother.

Eva asked, “Any idea where those other boys are?”

Aidan looked away at the mountains.

Lane turned to Harper.

“When can we come and visit your place?” Harper asked.

Aidan turned to them. “You think the bodies are there?”

“It's a possibility,” Lane said.

“Wouldn't we know about it, then?” Aidan's voice was laced with sarcasm.

Lane watched as Eva touched Aidan's arm. She lowered her eyes.

Eva looked at Harper. “What's the matter?”

Harper looked back at her. “My wife is afraid. We just had a daughter, and she's afraid of raising Jessica on her own.”

Eva smiled. “The only thing you have to worry
about is my muffins. Come by tomorrow. Right now, we got people coming over to the house. You comin'?”

Lane thought,
I won't know a soul
. He looked at Harper, who looked as afraid as he felt. “Can we come by tomorrow morning?”

Eva smirked. “Up to you. What do you need?”

“A backhoe,” Harper said.

“I'll call Judith. She'll be there in the morning.” Eva walked away.