“That would be one way of putting it.” Ben grabbed his windbreaker. “I’m going to talk to her. Right now.”
“Is there any point?” Christina asked.
“Probably not. But I’ll feel better if I’ve tried. I don’t guess I need to tell you …
Christina nodded. “Start wading through the paper.”
“Roger.”
Allen turned toward Christina, a stricken expression on his face. “You mean you’re not going to be free at lunchtime?”
“Sorry, Doug. Work calls. Have a double helping of our usual for me, okay?”
Ben frowned. Doug? Our usual?
“I’m available for dinner, though,” Christina added. “What do you say we go back to Mabel’s? Try some more chutney.”
Allen’s face brightened. “That sounds great.”
Ben tried to suppress his annoyance. “Look, Christina, I don’t mean to interfere with your social calendar, but we’ve obviously got a ton of work-”
“Oh, of course.” The sheriff straightened. “Anything I can do?”
“You? I meant-” Ben stopped himself. Now that the man mentioned it, there probably was. “Have you heard anything about a major-league thug called Alberto Vincenzo?”
Allen grunted. “Drug pusher. Yeah, I’ve read the reports. The DEA seems to think he’s in our area. How did you know?”
Ben thought about telling him, but he knew it might get back to Granny, which would be fatal to Peggy. “Well, I’ve got a lot of sources. My question is whether he might have anything to do with the murder of Dwayne Gardiner.”
“I don’t even know for sure that he’s here,” Allen said. “That’s just what I’ve heard. Although it makes sense. This new drug didn’t come to Magic Valley by itself.”
“Any reason to think Vincenzo is connected to the murder?” Christina asked.
“There are reports that Gardiner was behaving erratically shortly before he was killed,” Ben replied. “Like maybe he was sampling a little Venom himself.”
“I can do you one better than that,” Allen offered. “I had reports from some of my deputies that Gardiner had been prowling the streets of the city late at night, something he’d never done before.”
“Like maybe he was trying to score some drugs?” Christina asked.
“Or even maybe was helping push the junk. This new drug has really blitzed through this town. No one man could have done that alone.”
There was a knock on the door. A moment later, Tess poked her head through. “Is this a private party?”
Ben grinned. “Yes. But you’re invited.”
She stepped inside. With four bodies inside, a desk, and seven skyscraperlike stacks of paper, there was barely enough room to move. “You guys like to keep things cozy, don’t you?”
Ben saw Christina and Allen glance at one another. “Helps forge close working relations.”
Tess laughed. “No doubt.” She glanced up at the wall. “That must be the suit?
Ben followed her gaze. The famed Sasquatch suit-black mask and all-was on a coat hanger dangling from a nail on the wall. “That it is. We probably need to get that back to Granny.”
“I’d be happy to swap her for a few documents printed in conventional black ink,” Christina said.
“You’re right,” Ben grunted. “Let her pick it up herself.” He turned toward Tess. “Is there anything I can do for you?”
“I just wondered if anyone’d heard anything about Al,” she answered. “I went by the hospital, but they wouldn’t let me in to see him. Wouldn’t tell me anything, either.”
“That’s my fault,” Allen said. “I put a tight security net around him.”
“Why?”
“Well, ma’am, it’s pretty well known that your pal Al is one of the leading monkeywrenchers. Responsible for a hell of a lot of property damage, from what I hear. It’s best that he’s kept well away from some of the folks in this town.”
“Would that include you?” Ben asked pointedly.
Allen shook his head. “I think you’ve got the wrong idea about me. I don’t bear any grudge against these Green Rage people-as long as they don’t break the law. I think everyone’s entitled to speak their mind. That’s what this country is all about.”
“You’re saying you don’t favor one side over the other.”
“The only thing I favor is peace,” Allen said with conviction. “All I want is for this unrest and unhappiness to go away.” He fingered the brim of his hat. “Anyway, I just wanted to make sure your friend Al was safe while he recuperates.”
“I appreciate that,” Tess said. “Thank you.” She turned and started for the door. The instant she opened it, a man stumbled through, collapsing into her arms.
Tess took a step back, trying to brace herself and to keep the man from slipping to the floor.
“Loving!” Ben raced forward, taking one arm and helping lead him over to the chair.
It was Loving all right, but he was not the stalwart tower of a man he usually seemed. His whole posture was hunched and bent. His T-shirt and jeans were smudged and grimy. Blood was caked around his mouth.
Christina threw her arm around him. “Are you all right? What happened?”
Loving opened his mouth several seconds before he actually spoke. Ben could tell he was having trouble making the words emerge. “I’m … not … sure.
Christina ran her hands over his face, his head. “Someone hit you. Who was it?”
Loving slowly shook his head. “Don’t … know that, either.”
Eventually Loving pulled himself together enough to tell them the story of the night before. How he had followed the man with the scar out of Bunyan’s. How he had lost him, chased after him. How he had been clubbed from behind. Repeatedly.
“Guess they figured they couldn’t leave me on the street corner,” Loving said. His voice was a jagged whisper. “Woke up in an alley behind some trash cans. With the worst headache I ever had in my life. And that’s includin’ a few nights I shot tequila till the sun came up.”
“We need to get you to the hospital,” Christina said. “You might have been seriously hurt.”
“Aw, I don’t think-”
“Just the same, you’re going.” She helped Loving to his feet. “You’re in no condition to walk. I’ll call a cab.”
Transportation was arranged, and Christina took Loving away to be examined by an ER doc. Tess went with them, this time taking a note from the sheriff that would guarantee her entry to Al’s room. Which left Ben alone with Sheriff Allen.
“I think you can confirm those DEA reports,” Ben said. “Sounds like Loving found Alberto Vincenzo.”
“Or Vincenzo found him. I don’t know what’s happening to this town. People getting hurt, beat up.” He shook his head. “It’s not like it used to be. Do you think-”
“Think what?” Ben asked.
“Oh, I hate to meddle but-well, you do seem to be in the eye of the hurricane here. And it’s clear that we’ve got some bad eggs who are willing to do just about anything-including hurting other people. Do you think it’s safe?”
“You’re worried about me?”
“I’m worried about your legal assistant.”
Ben rolled his eyes. Of course.
“She’s tough, spunky, pushy. Mind you, I love all that. But it’s exactly the kind of stuff that might get her hurt.”
“Christina can take care of herself.”
“Yeah. So could your investigator. And that Al fella. Except they’re both in the hospital now. I sure wouldn’t want-” He lowered his eyes, pressed his lips together. “Well, hell. I guess it’s obvious by now. I’m pretty sweet on that little lady of yours.”
Ben was beginning to feel distinctly uncomfortable.
“I think she’s something special. But I guess you already know that.” Allen paused. “Do you think she and I–I mean, is it possible we could-” He muttered something under his breath. “Oh, damnation!”
“If you have something to ask Christina,” Ben said, “just ask her.”
“Maybe I will at that.” He gave Ben a quick nod. “Guess I’ll be seeing you.
And then Ben was alone. Alone with two tons of red-inked paper, a Sasquatch suit, and his thoughts. Some of which were pretty unpleasant.