"Thanks for telling me," Clayton said casually as he wrapped the chain around the gatepost.
Dawson eyed Clayton, waiting for more of a reaction. After yesterday's phone conversation with the deputy he half expected a smug response. "It sort of complicates matters for you, I guess," he said, smiling apologetically.
Clayton shrugged. "Not really. I've been treating it like a homicide all along."
Dawson drove off, thinking Deputy Istee needed to loosen up and be a little more friendly if he wanted to get along in Lincoln County.
Paul Hewitt, who had been a police commander down the road in nearby Alamogordo for twenty years before coming home to run for sheriff, sat behind his desk and listened as Clayton Istee talked.
In his late forties, Hewitt, who stood six one when he squared his shoulders and straightened up, was a big-boned man. He carried a scant ten pounds more than his playing weight as a high school lineman. Hewitt's best cop attribute was an ability to adopt a frank, honest interest in whatever he was hearing, no matter how boring or revolting the subject might be. It had paid dividends for Hewitt over the years in terms of managing people and catching bad guys.
Clayton reported that the canvass had been finished with no positive results, and that Quinones and Dillingham were visiting local businesses in Carrizozo and Capitan on the chance that Humphrey might have stopped to buy booze or a meal as he passed through the towns.
Hewitt nodded and smiled as Clayton pitched him with a plea to be allowed to work both homicide cases, all the time thinking that it made no sense all. He wondered why Deputy Istee wanted to juggle two major felony murder investigations, especially when one was a cold case that might prove impossible to solve, especially by long distance.
Clayton stopped talking. Hewitt leaned forward, put his elbows on the desk, and said, "I think the Humphrey homicide needs to be our priority."
"I understand, but I'd still like to keep working the Montoya case."
Hewitt smiled sympathetically. "Let's concentrate on the most recent crime. That's where we have the greater chance of success."
"I'd hate to see the Montoya investigation go on the back burner."
"I don't think the Santa Fe PD will let that happen."
"The body was found here. It isn't their jurisdiction."
Clayton sounded uptight. Hewitt muzzled a quizzical look. "As far as we know, the crime occurred in Santa Fe. That gives them jurisdiction. Have you got a problem with the PD that I need to know about?"
Clayton shook his head and stopped arguing. "No. I'll fax everything to them right away."
Hewitt nodded. "If you need me to grease some wheels in Santa Fe, let me know."
"That's not necessary, Sheriff. The officer who originally handled the case is now the police chief."
"Kerney was the primary? That should get the case some serious attention. Do you know the chief?"
Clayton hesitated. "Yeah, I met him a few times when he was down here working those campground murders."
"I've known Kerney for years," Hewitt said, relaxing against the back of his swivel chair. "Some may disagree, but I think he's a good man and a damn fine cop. How do you plan to proceed with the Humphrey investigation?"
Clayton laid it out. He'd make some calls to Veterans Administration employees who had dealings with Humphrey, get as much background information as he could, and then start tracking down others who knew the victim.
"You're going to have to spend some time in Albuquerque," Hewitt said.
"I'm going up there today. If the Santa Fe PD sends some people down here while I'm gone, will you ask Sergeant Quinones to keep an eye on them?"
Hewitt kept his tone amiable and his smile bland. "What aren't you telling me, Deputy?"
"Nothing," Clayton replied, rising from his chair. "I just want to make sure I stay informed. Who knows? There's a chance the murders could be linked. I'll call Santa Fe now."
"Good deal."
From the hallway desk, with people brushing past him on their way to and from the supply closet and the access corridor that led to various other county offices in the courthouse, Clayton read through the Montoya autopsy report and called Kevin Kerney.
"What can I do for you, Deputy?" Kerney asked.
"My boss is kicking the Montoya homicide investigation back to your department," Clayton said.
"That makes sense," Kerney said flatly. "Update me."
Clayton summarized the autopsy findings. "I'll fax you a copy of the report," he said.
"Get it to me ASAP," Kerney replied.
"I'll do that," Clayton said.
"You don't sound too happy about giving up the case," Kerney said.
"Don't worry about me."
"I was only making an observation, Deputy."
"It sounded patronizing to me, Chief."
"Let's change the subject."
"What good would that do?" Clayton asked.
"It might give you understand that you have my goodwill."
"That's very generous. What do you want to talk about?"
"Forget about it," Kerney said after a pause, barely keeping an edge out of his voice. "I'll handle the Montoya case personally. Keep me informed of any new developments."
"I've told you what I know," Clayton said, checking a surprised reaction.
"You may learn more," Kerney said. "Since we share jurisdiction, let's set aside any personal issues and agree to cooperate."
"Do you have personal issues with me, Chief?" Clayton asked.
"It's more like a question," Kerney answered. "Why, whenever we talk, do you seem intent on pushing my buttons?"
"I can't get into any of this now," Clayton said.
"Then get your head around this thought," Kerney said, unable to keep the bite out of his voice. "I understand that you consider me nothing more than a sperm donor. I accept that, and if we can't be friends, fine. But at the very least, let's deal civilly with each other as professionals. In fact, Deputy, I expect no less from you."
The point struck home and Clayton clamped his mouth shut. In this situation with any other ranking officer from another department, he never would have acted so impertinently. "Agreed," he finally said.
"Good enough," Kerney said before he hung up.
Kerney got in his unit and drove off to meet with George and Lorraine Montoya, Anna Marie's parents. In the last two months, he'd stopped participating directly in departmental operations, particularly those of the major crimes unit, and shifted his emphasis to purely administrative oversight. The change followed the murder in early February of Phyllis Terrell, an ambassador's wife. Kerney's investigation had set off a chain of events that resulted in his being harried and watched by government spies, placed under electronic surveillance, fed disinformation, and forced to accept a trumped-up solution to the case, spoon-fed to him by the FBI-all to enable the government to keep secret a state-of-the-art intelligence-gathering software program.
His efforts to get to the truth of the matter had ended in an assassination attempt against him and Sara by a U.S. Army intelligence agent. The agent had bushwhacked them on a rural New Mexico highway during a winter snowstorm as they returned from a meeting with the murdered woman's father. Fortunately, they had survived, but not the assassin.
The experience had shaken Kerney's trust in his government and heightened his paranoia about the intelligence community. Privy to information about the government-decreed killings of citizens, Kerney could not assume that he, Sara, or their unborn child were safe from retaliation, or would ever be. The spycraft organizations involved in the cover-up could easily decide their knowledge was a dangerous, unacceptable liability.
To cope, he'd been steering a survival course by keeping a low profile and operating on the assumption that he was still under surveillance, and probably would be for some time to come. It was the right thing to do, but it left Kerney with a caged feeling. He hoped that taking on the Montoya homicide follow-up investigation would lift his spirits.