The next morning they got up early and went for a ride. It was still cool, before sunup, and there was a light wind as they rode up onto the ridge. The sky warmed to peach and then deep blue, the mesquite and saguaros snaring the rocks in shadow.

They sat still in their shadows on the ridge and watched the sunlight steal across the Tucson valley below.

“You’re no closer?” Matt asked.

“Nope.”

“Nothing in Winslow? In Vegas? Nothing you’re missing?”

“Nope.”

“You’re sure?”

“I can’t imagine what it would be. The whole trip was a dead end.”

“So the woman told your guy she was on the run and people were after her, and that’s why he took her along?”

“About the size of it.”

“What about the boyfriend? The one she wanted to meet with?”

“We don’t know for sure, but he might have met her there after Perrin went out for a walk.”

“He must have walked a long time.”

“Yes. At least a couple of hours.” She thought about it. “Maybe he saw something.”

“Saw something? Like a criminal act?”

“Maybe. Or had a run-in with someone.”

“In Winslow?”

“I know, it’s a stretch. But it’s possible.”

“Enough so whoever it was would follow him all the way to Madera Canyon?”

Laura shook her head. “That does seem far-fetched.”

Still, when they got back, she called the Winslow PD and left a message for Detective Greg Wyland. She doubted anything would come of it.

13: Legwork

Laura drove directly to Madera Canyon. Time for another round of interviews.

Anthony would be in court today, testifying in another homicide case. The autopsy results would be coming today, too. He promised to email them to her phone.

Which meant she’d have to drive down to the mouth of the canyon to get them.

She was feeling in a lousy mood. They were no closer to finding out who shot Sean Perrin than they were a week ago. Time had a way of getting away from you. If an arrest wasn’t made within two days, it became much more of an uphill climb. They’d spent four full days in Winslow and Las Vegas, and now it was time to concentrate on the people in the canyon.

She started with Barbara Sheehey.

She followed Barbara as she went to make beds in a cabin after the people checked out.

“Did Mr. Perrin give you the impression he was scared of anything?”

“Scared? Him? He was too busy using the soft soap on everybody to do that. Would you hold that side?” she added, nodding to the sheet.

Laura did, stretching the corner over the mattress.

“So he didn’t seem to have anything on his mind? Nothing he was worried about?”

“Nope. Although he said his father was dying, and that’s why he came out here. I mentioned that, didn’t I?”

Laura felt something inside her go still. She tried to remember what the sister, Ruby Ballantine said, but couldn’t.

She thought Ruby said he wasn’t going to bother to come. Or he didn’t reply. Something like that. “Was he close to his father?”

“I don’t think he liked him very much. Just the impression I got, like he felt it was his duty as a son to come out and see him before he died.”

“Did he go see him?”

“I don’t know. He didn’t seem to leave this canyon from the moment he got here.” She added hastily, “Of course I wouldn’t know, since I don’t keep track of my guests’ comings and goings.”

“Did he mention his sister?”

“I don’t think so. Mostly he was talking about how rich his father was. Of course with him, it couldn’t just be that he was well-off. His dad had to be in the Forbes Top 100.”

“Did he say how his father made his money?” Laura asked.

“He said, venture capitalist. I don’t know what that is, do you?”

Laura knew, vaguely. “I think it’s someone with capital who will help a promising business get its start. Or infuse money into a business that’s not doing well.”

“Oh, yeah. And then they fire a bunch of people and put the company in bankruptcy?”

“Could be.”

“Sounds like the father was as big a liar as his son. Doing something like that where working people are involved.” She launched into a story about her uncle’s job in Wisconsin, and how the company first busted the union and then closed the plant.

Laura thought about the plain woman who ran the tiny shop on 4th Avenue. The place had been little bigger than a closet. Her clothes weren’t fashionable, either. But then you couldn’t pigeonhole what rich looked like.

“He told me his father owned a baseball team.”

“Can you remember which one?”

“Nope. I didn’t believe a word of it. Said he had a private jet, too.”

Laura thought that Sean Perrin could have taken advantage of that private jet when he was on the run with Aurora Johnson.

Even though apparently, Aurora wasn’t on the run at all.

Laura was getting frustrated. She tried to keep it out of her voice. “Was there anything he said that you believed?”

Barbara Sheehey folded her arms. “I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

Laura found Cody washing down the wooden deck. He seemed a little brighter today—a little more used to the idea that his friend Sean Perrin was gone.

“So did you track down the guy who killed him?” Cody asked.

“Not yet. I could still use your help.”

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Laura said, “She’s friends on Facebook with Ruby Ballantine.”

“It looks like a professional hit,” Anthony said. “Maybe Ruby hired her.”

“Dumb dumb dumb.”

“What?”

“‘Friending’ Alex Williams,” Laura said.

First thing they did was go back to see Joel Strickland.

“What do you want now?” he said. “I’m busy.”

“Just a couple more things,” Laura said. “Was there any reason you and your wife split up?”

“Plenty of reasons.”

“Could you elaborate?”

He sighed, pushed his laptop away. “I didn’t like being her cover.”

“Cover?”

“Ruby is gay.”

Tell me something I don’t know. “You married her knowing that?”

“No, I found out about it later.”

“She wasn’t honest with you.”

“Nope. But I wasn’t honest with her, either.” He rubbed his neck. “I’m going to be honest here. I liked her a lot, we got along well, good sex—at least I thought it was good sex, at least for me—and yes, my business could have used an infusion of cash at the time we got serious about each other. I thought that might be possible. But it turned out we were mismatched from the beginning. We had an argument the first month we were married, and she told me she had a lover—a woman. I hung on for a while after that, mostly because she kept leading me on as far as helping finance my company. She’s still doing it. We decided it was better if I moved out, but we both had reasons to stay married. She kept holding the bait over my head, and I was a good cover for her.”