Chasing Fire
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“If so, it’s more likely he’s in Missoula. She came back here, got work here at the base. She’d want to be close to whoever she was sleeping with. Say, he’s married, or there’s some other reason why they can’t be open about a relationship. Then you have the meet-up somewhere away from where people know you, would recognize you.”
“You’re good at this.”
“It’s like playing a game. You work the levels.” He took her hand again. “Except it’s not characters, it’s real people.”
“It still feels better to play it through. And here’s another thing. Dolly wasn’t nearly as smart or clever as she liked to think. If she was sleeping with somebody, she’d have dropped hints. Maybe to Marg. More likely to Lynn. She was going to church, so maybe to somebody she made friends with there.”
“It would be interesting to find out.”
“It would.” She needed to move again, do more than think. “Why don’t we go outside, see what’s going on?”
“Good idea.”
“Quinniock likes me, I think. Maybe he’ll give us a couple of nibbles.”
When they went out, she spotted Barry heading toward his patrol car. “Hey, Barry. Is Lieutenant Quinniock around?”
“He and Agent DiCicco just left. Do you need something, Ro?”
She gave Gull a quick glance. “I could sure use a little reassurance. I’d sleep better tonight.”
“I can tell you the weapon we found is Leo Brakeman’s. The lieutenant and DiCicco are on their way to his place to talk to him.”
“Talk.”
“That’s the first step. I had to back up Little Bear when he told them Leo’s a damn good shot. I don’t know if it makes you feel better or not, but I don’t think he was aiming for you.”
“It doesn’t make me feel worse.”
“He was wrong blaming you for what happened to Dolly. Some people just can’t get their lives together.”
“I meant to ask Lieutenant Quinniock if they found out where she’d gotten work. Maybe somebody she knew or met there killed her.”
Barry hesitated, then shrugged. “It doesn’t look like she was working. It’s nothing for you to worry about, Ro.”
“Barry.” She put a hand on his arm. “Come on. I’m in the middle of this whether I want to be or not. What was she doing coming back from down that way if she didn’t have a job?”
“I can’t say for sure, and I shouldn’t say at all.” He puffed out his cheeks as she kept looking into his eyes. “All I know is the police artist is scheduled to work with somebody tomorrow. The word is it’s a maid from some motel down off Twelve. Whoever he is, if we can ID him, the lieutenant’s going to want to talk to him.”
“Thanks, Barry.” She moved in to hug him. “Erin got lucky with you. Tell her I said so.”
“I’ll do that. And you don’t worry. We’re looking out for you.”
Gull slipped his hands in his pockets as Barry got in the car. “You didn’t come down on him for saying he was looking out for you.”
“Cops are supposed to look out for everybody. Besides, Barry gets a pass. He was my first. Actually we were each other’s firsts, a scenario I don’t necessarily recommend unless both participants have a solid sense of humor. That was several years before he met Erin, his wife, and the mother of his two kids.”
“My first was Becca Rhodes. She was a year older and experienced. It went quite smoothly.”
“Are you still friends with Becca Rhodes?”
“I haven’t seen her since high school.”
“See? Humor wins out. Dolly never worked in Florence,” Rowan added. “Our little what-if session hit a mark. A man, a motel—possibly a murderer.” She tipped her head back, found the sky. “I feel less useless and victimized. That counts for a lot. I’m going to talk to Lynn first chance I get, just to see if Dolly dropped any crumbs.”
Time to put it away for the night, Gull decided, and draped an arm over her shoulder. “Pick one out for me. A constellation. Not the Dippers. Even I can find them. Usually.”
“Okay. Then you’ll spot Ursa Minor there.” She took his hand, used it to outline the connection of stars. “Now, the stars in this one aren’t very bright, but if you follow that west, connect the dots, going south and over—it winds around the Little Dipper, see? There. You’ve got Draco. The dragon. It seems apt for a couple of smoke jumpers.”
“Yeah, I get it. Pretty cool. Now that we’ve got our constellation, we just need to decide on our song.”
He lightened her load, she thought. No doubt about it. “You’re so full of it, Gulliver.”
“Only because I have so much depth.”
“Hell.” She turned into him, indulged them both with a deep, dreamy kiss. “Let’s go to bed.”
“You read my mind.”
“Did you find who killed my girl?” Leo demanded the minute he opened the door.
“Let’s go inside and sit down,” Quinniock suggested.
He and DiCicco had discussed their approach on the drive, and, as agreed, Quinniock took the lead. “Mrs. Brakeman, we’d like to talk with both of you.”
Irene Brakeman linked her hands together at her heart. “It’s about Dolly. You know who hurt Dolly.”
“We’re pursuing several avenues of investigation.” DiCicco kept her voice clipped. It wasn’t quite good cop/bad cop, but more cold cop/warm cop. “There are some matters we need to clear up with you. To start with, Mr. Brakeman—”
Quinniock touched a hand to her arm. “Why don’t we all sit down? I know it’s late, but we’d appreciate if you gave us some time.”
“We answered questions. We let you go through Dolly’s room, through her things.” Leo continued to bar the door with his knuckles white on the knob. “We were going up to bed. If you don’t have anything new to tell us, just leave us in peace.”
“There is no peace until we know who did this to Dolly.” Irene’s voice pitched, broke. “Go up to bed if you want to,” Irene told her husband with a tinge of disgust. “I’ll talk to the police. Go on upstairs and shake your fists at God, see if that helps. Please, come in.”