The Wailing Wind Part 14

"They never are," Louisa said.

"Let's see," Leaphorn said. "Six sections at six hundred forty acres per section would be almost four thousand acres. With dry country grazing land close to worthless, I doubt if the price would matter to Denton."

Louisa laughed. "Not for raising cattle anyway. The BLM was calculating you could graze eight units per square mile on it. I guess that's eight cows per section."

"Cow plus its calf," Leaphorn said.

"So I guess that you guess that Mr. Denton isn't buying it for grazing calves. He thinks he can find the old Golden Calf gold mine up there. Am I right about that?"

"Almost," Leaphorn said. "I think he found the Golden Calf a long time ago."

"Did something you found out today tell you that? Come on home and tell me about it."

"I will," Leaphorn said. "But now I've got to go see Wiley Denton and let him know I'm calling off any sort of arrangement he thinks we might have."

Louisa took a moment to think about this.

"Joe," she said. "I think you should be very careful with this Denton. Don't you think he must be kind of crazy?"

"I have been thinking that for quite a while," Leaphorn said.

25.

Leaphorn's next call was to Wiley Denton's unlisted number. Mrs. Mendoza answered. Yes, Mr. Denton was now home.

"You finding anything useful?" Denton asked. "And how about giving me some sort of idea how much you're charging me?"

"I'll be out to your place in about thirty minutes," Leaphorn said. "I have something I want to show you."

"Well, how much are you going to charge me?"

"Absolutely nothing," Leaphorn said, and hung up.

George Billie was standing by the garage door as Leaphorn stopped at the entry gate. The entry gate slid open, smooth and silent.

"He said to bring you right in," Billie said after Leaphorn parked his car. Billie held the door open and led Leaphorn down the long carpeted hallway to the office. Denton was sitting behind his desk, staring at Leaphorn, his expression blank.

"I guess we're even on the 'hanging up the telephone on one another' business," Denton said. "But at least you didn't call me a son of a b.i.t.c.h."

"No," Leaphorn said. "But I'm going to call you a liar."

Denton's only reaction to that was to continue the stare and, finally, to scratch his ear.

"Maybe I'll make that a d.a.m.ned liar," Leaphorn said.

"I guess I've done a little of that," Denton said. "This oil-leasing business sometimes requires it. But now you're going to tell me what you found. And how badly you're going to rip me off when you bill me for your services."

"I found this," Leaphorn said. He took the envelope from his s.h.i.+rt pocket, extracted the lens, held it out toward Denton on his finger.

Denton stared at it, frowned. Said, "What is-" Then he leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, his face a mask of tense muscles. "A lens," he said. "Is that from Linda's gla.s.ses?"

"I don't know," Leaphorn said, and held it out. "Do you think it is?"

Denton let out a long-held breath, opened his eyes, leaned forward, and held out his hand. Leaphorn put the lens on his palm. Denton picked it up with finger and thumb, very gently, studied it, held it up to the light, and looked through it for a long moment. Then he laid it carefully on the desk blotter.

"She had beautiful eyes," he said. "Blue as the sky. Most beautiful eyes I ever saw."

Leaphorn said nothing. Denton's own eyes were watering, and then he was crying. He didn't wipe the tears away. No more tension in his face now, but he looked terribly old.

"Where'd you find her?" he asked.

"I didn't find her," Leaphorn said. "I found the lens under the front seat of the car McKay was driving the day you killed him."

"Just that?"

"That's all, and a few long blonde hairs caught in the pa.s.senger-side front-seat headrest. Peggy McKay has black hair."

"That b.a.s.t.a.r.d," Denton said. "That sick son of a b.i.t.c.h." He rubbed the back of his hand across his face, got up, and walked to the window. He looked out for a moment, then back at Leaphorn. "She had her hair fixed real pretty when she left that morning for that lunch party she was going to. Or said she was going to."

"And she was wearing her gla.s.ses?"

"She always did," Denton said, returning his gaze out the window. "I wanted to get her fitted with some of those contact lenses you wear right on your eyes, but she said she never could read well with them on. And she was reading all the time."

"I hear that's common," Leaphorn said.

"She was far-sighted," Denton said in a choked voice. "Said she just needed longer arms." He forced what sounded a little like a chuckle. "But she said the ones she had were long enough to wrap around me."

"It sounds like you're certain that lens is from Linda's gla.s.ses."

"Yeah. What else," Denton said, still looking at whatever attracted him outside. "It's the same oval shape. One of those merged-in trifocal grinds."

"Let's go back to where we started," Leaphorn said. "Get back to that day you asked me if I would look for your wife. See if I could find what happened to her, anyway. And I said I would if you wouldn't lie to me. You've been lying to me, so I'm quitting. But I'd still like some straight answers out of you."

Denton had turned away from the window. "Lying about what?" The bright backlighting from the window made it impossible for Leaphorn to read his expression, but the tone was hostile.

"About the maps, for starters. McKay wasn't trying to sell you a location in the Zuni Mountains. His was on Mesa de los Lobos. Then there's the circ.u.mstances of how you shot him. He wasn't just leaving when that happened. He was-"

"What makes you think that?"

"McKay was a sort of fancy dresser. He wouldn't have been walking out of here without his expensive leather jacket, which was hanging on that chair over there with no bullet hole in it, and no blood."

Denton walked over and sat behind his desk, studying Leaphorn. He shrugged. "So what?" he said. "Whether he was leaving, or just getting ready to leave."

"Then there's the gun. Big, clumsy long-barrel thirty-eight revolver. He wouldn't have been carrying a gun like that in the pocket of his jacket. It wouldn't fit anyway. h.e.l.l of a job to get it in your pants pocket. Or out of them."

Denton shrugged again. "You're sounding like a d.a.m.ned lawyer."

"Peggy McKay says he didn't have a gun."

Now Denton leaned forward. "What are you saying? You saying I just shot the b.a.s.t.a.r.d down and planted the gun on him? Like you police sometimes do?"

"Something like that. Am I close?"

A long minute of silence followed that question. Leaphorn remembered Louisa's warning to him to be careful-that Denton might be a little crazy. He'd always figured Denton to be a little crazy. Who wasn't? But he was conscious of how Denton had moved behind the desk, of desk drawers with pistols in them.

Denton had come to some sort of decision. He exhaled, shook his head, said: "What you're suggesting is I had that pistol in here all ready to plant on him. You're suggesting I invited him here just to execute him. Right? Now why in the world would I do that? The man's trying to sell me what I've been trying to buy. The location of the Golden Calf."

"Because," Leaphorn said, and hesitated. Perhaps it was time for him to lie himself. Time to avoid standing right where Marvin McKay had stood. But he was already past that point. "Because you already knew where this legendary gold deposit is located. You'd already found it. When you learned McKay knew the location, you didn't want him around spreading the word."

"h.e.l.l," Denton said. "That doesn't make much sense, does it? Why would I give a d.a.m.n if he talked about it? People been talking about finding the Golden Calf for a hundred years. More than that. And n.o.body would believe them. Why would they believe a con artist? And why would I care anyway?"

"Because at the end of the month, an option you have with Elrod Land and Cattle to buy that land at the head of Coyote Canyon goes into effect," Leaphorn said. "If the word gets out before then, the deal can be canceled."

Denton's swivel chair creaked as he leaned back in it, studying Leaphorn. His hands were out of sight, under the table. Then the left one reappeared. He rubbed the crooked hump of his broken nose. Made a wry face.

"Where'd you hear that?"

"It's public record," Leaphorn said. "The contract's tied in with the Bureau of Land Management lease."

"So what," Denton said. "What if you're guessing right? So you think that gives me a motive for murder. h.e.l.l, man, I've already been to court on this thing. Found guilty of killing McKay. Already served my time in prison. You know the law. It's over with. No double jeopardy. And what's any of this have to do with finding Linda? That's what you're supposed to be doing."

"That brings us to one of your deceptions that has a lot to do with finding Linda. Let's see if you'll tell the truth about that."

Denton produced a hostile grin. "It's deception now, is it, instead of lie? Well, go ahead. Let's hear it."

"Before McKay came out here that evening he called his wife. Told her he was bringing you your map and all that. He said that from the questions you'd been asking him, he thought you might be planning to cheat him. Take the map and his information and not give him the fifty thousand. He said in case that happened, he had a back-up plan, insurance, something to make you pay."

"She told you that, did she?"

"She did, and with nothing to gain from lying about it."

"What was this insurance? This back-up plan?"

"You tell me," Leaphorn said. "McKay didn't tell her what he had in mind. So now you tell me what he said. It might help us find your wife."

Denton said nothing. He looked away from Leaphorn, at the window. When he looked back, the bravado had slipped away. He shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Come on, Denton, stop wasting our time," Leaphorn said. "You know now Linda must have been in McKay's car out at Fort Wingate that afternoon. That would have been just before he came here. Just before he called his own wife and told her about his 'insurance.' Why not quit kidding yourself?"

Denton had lowered his head into his hands, and was shaking it back and forth. He didn't look up. "Shut up," he said. "Shut up, d.a.m.n you, and get out of here. And don't ever come back."

26.

Lorenzo Perez was in his front yard holding a garden hose with a high-pressure nozzle when Leaphorn drove up-and was doing what seemed eccentric to Leaphorn.

"Watering your rosebush?" he asked. "Looks like you're trying to knock the leaves off."

"No," said Perez, "I'm trying to get rid of the d.a.m.ned aphids."

"They don't like water?"

Perez laughed. "You try to knock them off the stems," Perez said. "It's better than using poison. That kills the ladybugs, and the birds, and all your other helpers. If you can knock the aphids off with the water, they can't climb back up again." He turned off the hose. "But it's a lost cause anyway, trying to grow roses in Gallup. Wrong climate."

"I need a favor, if you have time."

"When you catch me out squirting water on aphids, you know I'm not terrible busy."

"I'm still on that wailing woman business out at the fort," Leaphorn said. "I wanted to see if you could give me a clearer picture of just where those kids were when they heard it, and from which direction they said the sounds were coming."

"You mean go on out there and sort of try to re-create it for you?"

"That's what I had in mind. And maybe see if we could get Gracella Garcia to come along."

"I guess we could handle that. When you want to do it?"

"How about right now?"

"I can't do it today," Perez said. "You in a hurry?"

"Sort of," said Leaphorn. "But I guess it could wait."

"I could pretty well tell you just where it was, if you're in a rush," said Perez as he walked over to his fence. "You know they have those bunkers blocked off? Well, they were-"

"Well, no, I don't. I never had very much business out there, and when I did I wasn't paying that sort of attention."

"You know the military, though," Perez said. "The army divided all those bunkers off into ten blocks, and lettered the blocks from A to J, and then numbered the bunkers. Like, for example, B B1028."

"Divided them off by what they had in them?" Leaphorn asked.

"G.o.d knows." Perez said. "I think they did it during the Vietnam War when they added some new ones. They were running virtually all the munitions and explosive stuff through Wingate then. Busy, busy. Artillery sh.e.l.ls, rockets, mines, everything. Big boom for Gallup. New rail lines had to be built, everything." Perez laughed. "They even built concrete shelters every so often so people working could run in them for shelter in case lightning might strike something and blow things up."

Leaphorn had stopped paying close attention to the rest of this report after Perez cited the bunker-labeling system.

"Each bunker had its own number?"