An unmarked state police unit was parked next to the governor's Cadillac. A thin, middle-aged woman answered Kerney's knock and ushered him into a vast living room that could easily accommodate a dance band and a hundred party guests. Large hand-carved beams spanned the high ceiling, and long windows ran down two lateral walls. On the walls were oil paintings of ranching scenes and Western panoramas. None of them paintings Hetcher would approve of, Kerney decided.
On the back wall above a fireplace was a portrait of the governor's father, the man who had bought scrub rangeland in southeastern New Mexico that eventually yielded a fortune in gas and oil royalties, m the center of the room, oversize leather chairs and couches were grouped around a massive coffee table. Governor Harper Springer sat on a couch with his jacket off and his cowboy boots propped up on the coffee table. Vance Howell slouched in a nearby chair, looking relaxed and perfectly at home.
Kerney sized up the governor as he moved across the room. In his late sixties. Springer was a stocky man of average height with a large head and a full mane of gray hair. He had round cheeks that sagged a bit, and close-set eyes beneath a high forehead.
While Springer fancied himself a rancher, he was mostly a politician who had worked hard over the years to gain the governor's office. He had a down-home style that put just about everybody at ease, and a shrewd mind for cutting political deals.
"Chief Kerney," Governor Springer said as he rose and extended his hand across the coffee table with an amiable smile.
Howell grudgingly got to his feet.
"Thanks for stopping by," Springer said.
"Governor," Kerney replied. Springer's grip was firm.
"Take a seat. You know Captain Howell."
"I do." Kerney settled on the couch opposite the governor and smiled at Howell, who nodded stiffly and quickly sat.
Springer continued to smile, resumed his seat, and plopped his boots back on the coffee table. Handmade, they probably cost no less than a thousand dollars.
"I knew your parents," Springer said.
"Served with your daddy on the state cattle growers board. They were fine people."
"I'm glad you feel that way about them, Governor," Kerney replied.
"I do," Springer said somberly.
"The fact is, I talked to your father just before you came back from Vietnam. He was proud of you, and damn happy you were coming home alive and in one piece. It about broke my heart when they got killed in that traffic accident on their way to meet you at the airport. It was a terrible thing." Springer shook his head and smiled sadly.
"Yes, sir, it was," Kerney replied, waiting for more.
"And a terrible loss for you."
Kerney nodded in agreement, but he doubted that Springer knew the depth of his loss. His parents had been his best friends.
"My foreman tells me you helped out on a couple of our roundups when you were caretaking a spread down in Galisteo. You should have stopped by and introduced yourself."
"I didn't have the opportunity, Governor."
"Roundup is a busy time," Springer agreed.
"Well, no matter. Here you are now, and I'm glad to have you on my team. Andy Baca said he had to strong-arm you into taking the job as his deputy."
"I didn't put up that much of a fight," Kerney said.
Springer chuckled.
"That's good to hear. Where do we stand with the investigation?"
"It's just getting under way," Kerney answered.
"We've made contact with organizations that track stolen art on the international markets, and have conducted a series of interviews with your staff and others who work at the Roundhouse. So far we have no suspects."
"Andy Baca said it had the look of an inside job."
"I'm inclined to agree. But if we don't develop a suspect fairly soon, we'll have to rethink that hypothesis."
"It doesn't sound promising," Governor Springer said.
"It's going to take a lot of legwork. We might get a break if we can find the man who killed Officer Rogoff."
Springer stroked his chin.
"You think the two crimes are related?"
"I do. Based on an analysis of the videotape from the camera in Officer Rogoff's unit, there's a good chance the vehicle contained a corpse wrapped in a blanket."
"That doesn't tie the crimes together," Springer said, still smiling warmly.
"I'm hoping that the vehicle and the corpse will provide that link, once we find them. According to our analysis, the van could have been used in the heist. It fits the profile exactly."
"Aren't you dismissing the possibility that Officer Rogoff's murder occurred because he stumbled upon a completely separate crime?"
"You're right. Governor, except for one additional fact. Rogoff's killer is a man named Nick Palazzi. He's got a long rap sheet that includes arrests for contract killings, armed robbery, and drug smuggling. Palazzi is a hired hand and a career criminal. He's not stupid, but on the other hand, he's not a master crook either. Our thinking is that Palazzi, along with the two men who were with him, were operating under orders."
"That sounds like pure speculation."
"Our profile analysis of Palazzi should be fairly accurate.
We have a good deal of background information on him."
"We need an arrest here. Chief, not an analysis."
"Every available officer is working the case, Governor. We'll chase down any leads that surface."
"That's what I want to hear. I understand you've asked Captain Howell to find out who left female pubic hairs on my office carpet."
Springer's friendly smile turned icy.
"Captain Howell may have misunderstood my request."
Howell shook his head in disagreement.
"I don't think I did, Chief. When the governor asked me what you wanted me to do, I told him exactly what the assignment was."
"That's good to know," Kerney repUed, turning back to Springer.
"But just to keep the issue dearly understood, I asked Captain Howell to identify any blond females who had access to your office last week while you were out of town."
Springer shook his head in disagreement.
"I don't see the sense to it."
"We have physical evidence that may or may not lead us to a suspect or a witness. Governor."
"I don't want anybody playing up some nonsense of sexual indiscretion among my staff."
"I'm confident Captain Howell has been discreet in his interviews,"
Kerney replied.
"I asked Vance to hold up until I had a chance to talk with you,"
Springer said, studying Kerney's face. Kerney didn't react "I don't want this investigation sidetracked into an imbroglio that could damage my administration."
"That is not the intent."
"That's what I want to make sure of. I expect the matter to be handled sensitively."
"May Captain Howell proceed?" Kerney asked.
Springer nodded.
"But if Vance does find that somebody on my staff has been getting their meat where they get their potatoes, I don't want to read about it in the newspapers."
"I'm sure Captain Howell will share that information strictly on a need-to-know basis, so that you can deal with the matter confidentially, as you see fit," Kerney answered.
Harper Springer eyed Kerney for any hint of sarcasm, but all he got was a strong feeling that the man didn't intimidate easily. He didn't like too much of that trait in the people who worked for him.
"I want daily progress reports sent to my chief of staff. Tell Andy Baca if he needs money to pay for any overtime to let me know."
"I'll pass your message along." Kerney stood.
Harper Springer got to his feet. His friendly smile came back as he looked up at Kerney.
"Keep up me good work, Chief."
"It was a pleasure to meet you. Governor. When can I expect your report. Captain Howell?"