CHAPTER 12 #2
She caught up with him deep in the woods a few minutes later when he paused to scent the air. He was quivering, excited, his whole being concentrating on the job at hand.
Good. That’s what you need. Forget death. Find life. She held out the hat, but he ignored it and turned and raced off to the south. He’d caught the cone.
She ran after him, her flashlight spearing the darkness ahead.
Bushes.
She ducked around them, but one branch caught her arm as she passed.
A gnarled fallen log.
Jump over it.
The ground on the other side of the log was muddy, and she slipped. She caught herself and ran on.
She could see Monty ahead, stretched out, in a dead run up the hill ahead. He reached the top and stopped, his head lifted, silhouetted against the night sky. He looked back at her and barked.
We’ve got you, Chavez.
A moment later Monty disappeared as he tore down the other side of the hill.
Sarah stopped a moment to catch her breath. She could afford a minute before she went down to praise Monty. He’d be so proud and happy that maybe he’d forget—
Someone was behind her.
She whirled around.
No one.
Nothing.
But someone was there.
Something is watching, Chavez had said.
She had laughed and made a joke about a bear. She didn’t feel like laughing now. The fine hairs at the back of her neck were lifting.
“Smith?” It had to be Henry Smith. He had said he was going to keep an eye on her.
No answer.
Her hand tightened on the flashlight, and she forced herself to cast the beam slowly over the terrain. Trees, shrubs, boulders. So many places to hide. Anyone could be—
Monty howled.
He’d found Chavez. Relief surged through her. She wasn’t alone. She had Monty and Chavez. She bolted up the hill and then down the other side. She could see Monty now. He was sitting near a pile of boulders, his head lifted. Chavez must be behind the—
Monty howled again.
She skidded to a stop. It wasn’t right. Monty always indicated a find by barking and running back to her. He shouldn’t be sitting there, howling.
She moved forward slowly, her flashlight focused on the boulders. “Monty?”
He didn’t move. His gaze was fastened on something hidden behind the boulders.
“Sergeant? He’s found you. It’s all right to come—”
Then she saw him.
His uniformed body was facedown on the ground.
And the hilt of a knife was sticking out of his back.
Monty edged closer. Help.
She couldn’t help Chavez, she realized, sick. That knife had been driven through his body, pinning him to the ground. Who could have—
A twig cracked on the path behind her.
Her heart leaped to her throat.
Something is watching.
“Monty!” She flew down the hill, past the boulders. “Monty, come!”
Running footsteps behind her.
Knife. Knife in the back. Knife tearing through flesh.
All she had as a weapon was the flashlight.
Monty was running ahead of her down the path.
Suffocating darkness. Where was she going?
It didn’t matter. Follow Monty.
Footsteps pounding behind her.
Faster. Go faster.
A break in the trees up ahead. She could see light.
The rest stop. Relief tore through her as Monty stopped and looked back at her, waiting.
“Go.” She spurted ahead and out on the concrete tarmac. A car she recognized was parked beside the building. Henry Smith’s car, and he was sitting behind the wheel.
Thank God.
She glanced over her shoulder as she ran toward Smith’s car.
No one.
But someone was there. She knew it. She could feel it.
She pounded on the window of the car as Monty bounded excitedly around her.
Smith didn’t look at her. Why the hell didn’t he—
Because there was a small round hole in his temple.
She backed away from the car.
Dead. Dead. Dead.
Smith dead. Chavez dead.
And someone was back there in the woods, watching, coming closer.
“Sarah.”
She whirled and threw her flashlight at the man coming toward her.
Logan grunted as the flashlight struck him in the chest. “Dammit, that hurt. Why couldn’t you—”
“Logan.” She threw herself into his arms. “Dead. They’re all—” She couldn’t stop shaking. “And he’s out there. He was running after—” She tore out of his arms. “We have to get out of the light. I thought I was safe. He has a knife. . . . But Smith was shot. He must have a gun too.”
“Easy,” Logan said. “No one’s going to hurt you.”
“The hell they’re not.” Logan. No one must hurt Logan. She couldn’t bear it if— She pulled him toward the building. “Get inside.”
He only moved to stand in front of her. “It’s safe.” His gaze raked the woods surrounding them. “Look up the road.”
Headlights. Two Sheriff’s Department patrol cars were coming toward them.
She went limp with relief.
“I called them when I started down that screwed-up road. I wanted to be able to find you without scouring the entire lake area. They said they’d meet me here.” He turned to face her. “Now talk to me. Slowly and clearly. Who’s dead?”
Her knees felt as if they wouldn’t hold her. She leaned back against the fender of the car. “Chavez. And Smith. He’s in the car. I thought he was the one following me. He said no one but him had followed me from the ranch, but there must have been—”
“Shh, just a minute.” He went around the car, took out a handkerchief, then carefully opened the driver’s door and looked inside. “Christ.” He slammed the door and turned back to her. “And Chavez?”
“In the woods. Behind some boulders. My fault. I sent him out there alone.”
“Show me.”
“I don’t know if I can find it.” She rubbed her temple. “But Monty can.” Poor Monty, he would hate going back to Chavez’s body. She had promised him life and brought him only more death. “If it’s safe for him. I’m not going to have some crazy loon shooting at my dog.”
“He’s not crazy. And when he sees all those troopers, he’ll leave as quickly as he can.”
“How do you know? You think it’s Rudzak, don’t you?”
“Don’t you?”
She didn’t know what she thought. She was finding it difficult to think at all. But evidently the question didn’t need answering, because Logan was walking away from her toward the patrol cars that had just pulled into the parking lot.
Monty stopped ten yards from the boulders and wouldn’t go nearer. She didn’t force him. She had no desire to see that bloodstained knife again.
She gestured with her flashlight. “There he is.”
Logan and the four troopers moved closer, scanning the area with their flashlights before they took each step. She knew they were afraid of destroying evidence, but it seemed to take them forever to cover those last few yards.
Please. Get it over with and let’s go home.
She averted her gaze, but she could still hear the murmur of their voices as they knelt beside Chavez’s body.
“Sarah.” Logan was back beside her. “Lieutenant Carmichael wants you.”
“Why should I—”
“Just come, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay.” But she started for the boulders anyway. “Stay, Monty.”
“Walk on the rocks so you won’t disturb the—”
“I know.” She was standing beside Chavez’s body, staring over it at Lieutenant Carmichael. “You wanted me?”
“We can’t move the body, but his head is turned to one side.” He motioned for her to kneel down beside him. “Look at him.”
She didn’t want to look at him. She did anyway. His eyes and mouth were open. Death must have come suddenly and—
She stiffened in shock. “It’s not Chavez.”
“You’re sure?”
“Of course I’m sure.” She stared dazedly into the heavy features of the dead man. “It’s not Chavez.”
“Thank you.” He motioned to Logan, who lifted her to her feet. “You can take her back to the rest stop now. But don’t leave until after we’ve questioned her.”
She stood there staring down at the dead man.
“Come on, Sarah.” Logan gently nudged her up the hill toward Monty.
“It’s not Chavez. I thought I’d sent him straight into the hands of that murderer. But it’s not Chavez.”
Logan was silent. Too silent.
“What is it?”
“It was Chavez, Sarah.”
“No.”
“Those policemen knew him, worked with him every day. It was Chavez.” His hand tightened on her elbow. “And he’s been dead for a long time. Rigor mortis has started to set in.”
She stared at him in bewilderment. “I spent the entire afternoon with Chavez. He was with—” She drew a deep breath as realization hit her. “Rudzak?”
“What did he look like?”
“Tall, forty-something. Fine features, gray eyes, white hair.” She looked at him. “Rudzak?”
He nodded.
“But I . . . liked him.”
“Everyone likes Rudzak. It’s one of the things he does best. I’m sure Chavez liked him too. The lieutenant thinks Chavez was forced to call Helen Peabody this morning to request you to come here and then was murdered. He wasn’t seen at the command post after ten this morning.”
She shook her head. “But he waved at one of the troopers on the other bank and the officer waved back.”
“How close were you?”
He was right. The officer had been too far away to realize the man he was waving at wasn’t Chavez. My God, the boldness of the man. “Smith. I told him about Henry Smith when he said he thought we were being followed, but he couldn’t have killed him. We were together on the lake.”
“Did he use his telephone?”
She thought back and then nodded. “At least once. When we went ashore to give Monty one of his breaks. I thought he was reporting in to the command center. You believe he called someone to kill Smith?”
“I don’t doubt it.”
She shivered. “I was alone with him all afternoon. If he’d wanted to kill me, he could have done it anytime. Why didn’t he do it? And why lead me to Chavez?”
“I don’t know. Cat and mouse? Maybe he didn’t intend to kill you. Maybe he just wanted to show me he could do it.”
“This is all about you, isn’t it?”
“You mean it’s all my fault. Hell yes, do you think I’d deny it? I don’t blame you for being angry.”
“I am angry.” She had been frightened and stunned, but now those emotions were being supplanted by pure rage. “That son of a bitch. He used me. And manipulated me.”
“Rudzak has always prided himself on being able to push all the right buttons.”
“And was killing that poor officer one of the buttons he pushed?”
Logan nodded.
“He’s got to be crazy.”