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She began to walk away； but Nora put a restraining hand on her arm。 〃Don't be too hard on him。 That caution was as much to me as it was to you。 He trusts you； Sloane。 And so do I。〃
Sloane looked at her for a moment。 Then the darkness passed and she broke into her lazy smile。
〃Thanks； Nora；〃 she said。
28
SKIP STOPPED AT THE TOP OF THE RISE； THE SUDDEN dust cloud rolling over the car and drifting off into the hot afternoon sky。 It was a parched June day； the kind that only occurred before the onset of the summer rains。 A single cumulus cloud struggled pathetically over the Jemez Mountains。
For a moment he decided the best thing would be to simply turn around and go back into town。 He'd sat up in bed the night before with a sudden inspiration。 Thurber was still missing； and Skip still felt responsible； in some formless way； for the disappearance。 So； to make up； he'd take Teresa's dog； Teddy Bear； under his wing。 After all； Teresa had been killed in their home。 And who better to take care of her dog than her old neighbor and friend； Nora？
But what seemed like such a good idea last night didn't seem so great now。 Martinez had made it clear that the investigation was still active and that he wasn't to go to the house。 Well； he wasn't going to the house： he was going to Teresa's place。 Still； Skip knew he could get in a lot of trouble just for being here。
He put the old car into gear； eased off the brakes； and coasted down the hill。 He drove past their old ranch house and up the rise to Teresa's place。 The long； low structure was dark and silent； the livestock all taken away。 This was stupid； Skip thought。 Whoever took the animals probably took Teddy Bear； as well。 Still； he'd e all this way。
Leaving the car running and the door open； he got out； walked around to the front； and called out。 There was no answering bark。
He walked up to the front of the house。 The old screen door； taped in countless places with black electrical tape； was shut tight。 His hand raised automatically to knock； then he stopped himself。
〃Teddy Bear！〃 he called out； turning。
Silence。
He found himself looking down in the direction of Las Cabrillas。 Maybe the dog had wandered down toward their old house。 He started forward for the old path； then stopped。 His hand slid down to his belt and rested briefly on the handle of his father's old 。357。 It was big and clumsy； it fired like a cannon； but it stopped whatever it hit。 He'd only fired it once； damn near fracturing his wrists and making his ears ring for two days。 Reassured； he continued down the dirt path； then circled around to the back of the ranch house。 〃Yo； Teddy； you old mutt！〃 he called in a softer voice。
He stepped up onto the portal； through the doorless frame and into the house。 The kitchen was a whirlwind of ruin； the floor torn apart； holes like ragged eye sockets staring at him from every wall。 At the far end of the room； he could see a yellow band of crime…scene tape barring entry into the living room。 Several small lines of small； purplish…black pawprints ran from the living room to the kitchen door。 Avoiding the prints； he stepped gingerly forward。
The smell assailed him first； followed almost instantly by the roar of flies。 He took an instinctive step backward； gagging。 Then； with a deep breath； he moved cautiously up to the tape and peered into the living room。
A huge pool of blood had congealed in the center of the room； punctuated here and there by the blacker holes of missing floorboards。 Involuntarily； Skip gasped with revulsion。 Jesus； I didn't know a human body held that much blood。 It seemed to spread in twisted； eccentric rivulets almost to the far walls。 At its periphery； countless little pawprints could be seen。 He could make out blowfly maggots wriggling in the places where the blood had pooled deeper。
Skip swayed slightly； and he reached for the doorframe to steady himself。 The flies； disturbed； rose in an angry curtain。 A camera tripod stood folded in one corner； SANTA FE P。D。 stenciled in white along one leg。
〃Oh； no； no；〃 Skip murmured。 〃Teresa； I'm so sorry。〃
He stared hard at the room for a minute； then two。 Then he turned and walked on wooden legs back through the kitchen。
Outside； the air seemed almost cool after the dark oppressive heat of the house。 Skip stood on the portal； breathing slowly； looking around。 He cupped his hands。 〃Teddy Bear！〃 he called out one last time。
He knew he should leave。 Some cop； maybe even Martinez； could e by at any time。 But he remained another minute； looking out over the backyard of his childhood。 Although what had happened to Teresa remained a mystery； the house itself felt somehow tired and empty to him。 It was almost as if whatever evil might have lurked here had dissipated。 Or； perhaps； gone elsewhere。
Teddy Bear had clearly been taken away with the livestock。 With a sigh； he stepped down into the dirt and walked back up the hill toward his car。 It was an old '71 Plymouth Fury； his mother's； faded olive green and pocked with rust； yet it was one of his most treasured possessions。 The front grille； with its heavy chrome fangs； listed slightly to the left； giving it a shambling； menacing appearance。 There were just enough dents here and there around the body to let other drivers know that one more wouldn't make any difference。
There； sitting in the driver's seat； was Teddy Bear。 His monstrous tongue hung out in the heat and was dripping saliva all over the seat； but he looked fine。
〃Teddy Bear； you old rascal！〃 cried Skip。
The dog whined； slobbering over his hand。
〃Move over； for chrissakes。 I'm the one with a driver's license。〃 He shoved the hundred…pound dog into the passenger seat and got behind the wheel。
Placing the gun in the glove partment； Skip put the car in gear and maneuvered back onto the dirt road。 He realized that he felt better than he had all day； somehow； despite the grimness and tragedy of the scene； it was a relief to put this particular pilgrimage behind him。 Mentally； he began sorting out his evening。 First he'd have to load up on dog food； it would bust his slim budget； but what the hell。 Then he'd swing by the Noodle Emporium for some curried Singapore mei fun； and study the book on Anasazi pottery styles that Sonya Rowling had given him two days before。 It was a fascinating text； and he'd found himself staying up late； underlining passages； scribbling notes in the margin。 He'd even forgotten to crack open the new bottle of mescal that stood on his living room table。
The car rattled over the cattle guard and Skip lurched onto the main road； pointing the Fury toward town and gunning the engine； eager to put the ranch house far behind。 The dog hung his head out the window； the low whining now replaced by an eager snuffling and slobbering。 Strings of saliva curled away into the breeze。
Skip descended the hill toward Fox Run； fitting pot pieces together in his mind； as the desert dirt road fell away and macadam and manicured golf links took its place。 Some half a mile ahead； at the base of the long downhill； the road curved sharply before passing the clubhouse。 As a boy； Skip had ridden his father's dirt bike right through where the clubhouse now stood。 That was ten years ago； he mused。 There hadn't been a house within three miles。 Now it was home to seventy…two holes of golf and six hundred condominiums。
The big car had picked up speed and the curve was ing up fast。 Mentally returning to his potsherds； Skip put his foot on the brake。
And felt it sink； without resistance； to the metal floorboards。
Instantly he sat forward； adrenaline burning through his limbs。 He pressed the pedal again； then stamped on it。 Nothing。 He looked ahead through wide eyes。 Just a quarter mile ahead now； the road veered to the left； avoiding a huge ledge of basalt that thrust out of the desert。 With horrible clarity； Skip could see a metal plaque screwed into the ledge。
FOX RUN COUNTRY CLUB
CAUTION： GOLFERS CROSSING
He glanced at the speedometer： sixty…two。 He'd never make the turn； he'd wipe out； turn over。 He could throw it into reverse； or even park； but that might pitch the car out of control and wrap him