Another boulder came off his back. She didn't think…
"There's a kid missing-after I talked to him at school today," Lucas blurted. "He might have wandered away from his house, but nobody really thinks so. He may have been taken by whoever did the LaCourts. Since we've spent some time together, you and I… You see…"
"Who's out in the truck?" Weather asked.
"Gene Climpt."
She waved at the truck, then said to Lucas, "Come on in for a moment and tell me about it."
Lucas kicked snow off his boots and stepped inside. The house smelled subtly of baking and herbs. A modern watercolor of a vase of flowers hung on an eggshell-white wall that faced the entry. Lucas knew almost nothing about modern art, but he liked it.
"Who's the kid?" Weather asked.
"John Mueller," Lucas said. "Do you know him?"
"Oh, God. His mom works at the bakery?"
"I guess…"
"Aw, jeez, I've seen him up there doing his homework. Aw, God…" She had her arms crossed over her chest, and was gripping the material on the sleeves of her robe, her knuckles white.
"If the killer took the kid, then he's out of control. Nuts," Lucas said. He felt large and awkward in the parka and boots and hat and gloves, looking down at her in her bathrobe. "It'd be best if you got out of here. At least until we can set up some security."
Weather shook her head: "Not tonight. I've got surgery in"-she looked at her watch-"seven hours. I've got to be up in five."
"Can you cancel?" Lucas asked.
"No." She shook her head. "My patient's already in the hospital, fasting and medicated. It wouldn't be right."
"I've got to go downtown," Lucas said. "I could come back and bag out on your couch."
"In other words, wake me up again," she said, but she smiled.
"Look, this is getting nasty." He was so serious that she tapped his chest, to hold him where he was standing, and said, "Wait a minute." She walked into the dark part of the house and a light came on. There was a moment of rattling, then she came back with a garage-door opener.
"C'mere… don't worry about the snow on your boots, it's only water." She led him through the living room to the hallway, opened the first door in the hall. "Guest room. The right bay in the garage is empty. You come through the garage door to the kitchen, then through here. I'll leave a couple of lights on."
Lucas took the garage-door opener, nodded, said, "I'll walk around your house, look in back. Keep your doors locked and stay inside. You've got dead bolts?"
"Yes."
"Then lock the doors," he said. "You've got a lock on your bedroom door?"
"Yes, but just a knob lock. It's not much."
"It'd slow somebody down," Lucas said. "Lock it. How about a gun. Do you have a gun?"
"A.22 rifle. My dad shot squirrels off the roof with it."
"Know how to use it? Got any shells?"
"Yes, and there's a box of shells with the gun."
"Load it and put it under your bed," Lucas said. "We'll talk tomorrow morning. Wake me up when you get up."
"Lucas, be careful."
"You be careful. Lock the doors."
He went to the entry, pulled open the inner door. As he was about to go out, she caught his sleeve, tugged him back, stood on her tiptoes and kissed him, and in almost the same movement, gave him a little shove that propelled him out through the storm door.
"See you in the morning," she said and closed the door. He waited until he heard the lock snap, then went back down the walk to the truck, still feeling the fleeting pressure of her lips on his.
"She okay?" Climpt asked.
"Yeah. Gimme the flashlight. In the glove compartment." Climpt grunted, dug around in the glove compartment, handed him the flash, and Lucas said, "I'll be right back."
The snow around the house was unbroken as far back as he could see. A low railed deck stuck out of the back, in front of a long sliding-glass door. A bird feeder showed hundreds of bird tracks and the comings and goings of a squirrel, but nothing larger. As he waded ponderously through the snow, returning to the truck, another pod of snowmobiles roared by on the lake, and Lucas thought about the sled used in the LaCourt attack.
Climpt was standing next to the truck, smoking an unfiltered Camel. When he saw Lucas coming, he dropped the cigarette on the driveway, stepped on it, and climbed back into the passenger seat.
"Find anything?" he asked as Lucas got in.
"No."
"We could get somebody down here, keep an eye on her."
"I'm gonna come back and bag out in her guest room," Lucas said. "Maybe we can figure something better tomorrow."
Lucas backed out of the drive and they rode in silence for a few minutes. Then Climpt, slouching against the passenger-side door, drawled, "That Weather's a fine-looking woman, uh-huh. Got a good ass on her." He was half-grinning. "She's single, I'm single. I'm quite a bit older, of course, but I get to feeling pretty frisky in the spring," Climpt continued. "I been thinking about calling her up. Do you think she'd go out with an old guy like me? I might still be able to show her a thing or two."
"I don't believe she would, Gene," Lucas said, looking straight out through the windshield.
Climpt, still smiling in the dark, said, "You don't think so, huh? That's a damn shame. I think she could probably show a fellow a pretty good time. And it's not like puttin' a little on me would leave her with any less of it, if you know what I mean."
"Stick a sock in it, Gene," Lucas said.
Climpt broke into a laugh that was half a cough, and after a minute, Lucas laughed with him. Climpt said, "Looking at you when you went up to her door, I'd say you're about half-caught, my friend. If you don't want to get all-caught, you better be careful. If you want to be careful."
Carr was gray-faced, exhausted. Old.
"I've got to get back out there, on the search line," he said when Climpt and Lucas walked into his office. Lacey was with him and four other deputies. "It's a mess. We got people who want to help who just aren't equipped for it. Not in this cold. They'll be dying out there, looking for the kid."
"The kid's dead if he's not inside," Climpt said bluntly.
"And if he's inside somewhere, looking for him outside won't help."
"We thought of that, but you can't really quit, not when there's a chance," Carr said. "Where's this photograph Henry's been telling me about?"
Lucas took it out of his pocket and flipped it on Carr's desk. Carr looked at it for a moment and said, "Mother of God." To one of the deputies, he said, "Is Tony still down the hall?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Carr picked up the phone, poked in four numbers. They all heard a ringing far down the hall, then Carr said, "Tony? Come on down to my office, will you?"
When he'd hung up, Lucas said, "I had dinner with Weather Karkinnen and people have seen us talking. Gene and I stopped at her place. She's all right for now."
"I'll send somebody over," Carr suggested.
Lucas shook his head. "I'll cover it tonight. Tomorrow I'll try to push her into a safer place, maybe out of town, until this thing is settled. I just hope it doesn't start any talk in the town."
The sheriff shrugged. "It probably will, but so what? The truth'll get out and it'll be okay."
"There's another problem," Lucas said. "Everything we do seems to be all over town in a few minutes. You need to put the lid on, tight. If John Mueller's missing, and if he's missing because he talked to me, it's possible that our killer heard about it from a teacher or another kid. But it's also possible that it came out of the department here. Christ, everything that we've done…"