When they got in, they went straight to Bonny. They shut the door and went through it, piece by piece.

At the end of it, Bonny said, “What about Steve Barkman? You think Poole’s good for him, too?”

Tess and Danny looked at each other.

Tess said, “Could be. We’re also looking at Michael DeKoven for Hanley.”

Bonny leaned back. “You saying you think two people could have killed him. And neither one of them is a cartel?”

Danny said, “Might as well throw in the Zetas, Sinaloas, and Alacráns. Hey, it’s a party!”

“Jesus,” Bonny said. “George Hanley couldn’t buy a break.” He looked at Tess and then at Danny. “So who killed Hanley? That’s your case. That’s who you two should care about.”

Tess looked at Danny.

Danny looked at Tess.

“If you had to bet. DeKoven, or Poole?”

She leaned forward. “I could be wrong, but I think it was Poole.”

“The question is,” Danny said, “how do we find him?”

He’d shopped at the Safeway in Continental, so he might be in the Green Valley area. All they had was the description of a white truck—Pat didn’t know one truck from another—but fortunately, Tess knew everything about the truck except for its license plate.

That was because the truck had been muddy up to the wheel wells. She didn’t see the rear of the truck, but she guessed that he’d either muddied the plate or switched plates. What Tess did know was what he looked like, how he moved, how he talked. That broad red face, that friendly smile—open as the outdoors. He probably would continue to play the good old boy; he fit it so well. The other thing she had to go on was that he had been on Jaimie’s property at least once before, because he knew where she hid the key to her house. He had a sociopath’s easy way of lying—completely believable.

Tess wondered what he had been doing in Jaimie’s house.

She called Danny. After chatting about Elena—“She smiles at me!”—and how well Theresa was doing and the family’s participation, his brother surprising them with a homemade cradle—Danny listened to her theory. “So how are we gonna find this guy?”

“I have no idea. We have an Attempt to Locate out there, but unfortunately, there’s not much to go on. Wish I’d seen his license plate.” She thought about it. “If we’re right, he met up with George Hanley at Credo.”

“Which meant George went out especially to meet him. In the late afternoon when no one was around.”

“We need to get a photo of him. I’m sure there’s one from when he worked homicide in Phoenix.”

“Or his California DL.”

A half hour later they had a five-year-old picture of Wade Poole. A half hour after that, Tess drove out see Peter Deuteronomy.

This time the dog must have been inside. When Peter saw her he came out without his rifle. Tess was clearly making progress.

“Peter!” she called from her car, which she had once again parked diagonally so that the engine block was between him and herself. She’d opened the door and stood behind it. Better safe than sorry.

“What do you want now?”

“I want to ask you something about your friend George Hanley.”

“I don’t tattle on my friends. So you’d better go away.”

“Tell you what.” Tess rose and walked out from behind the car door and stood there so he could see her hands were away from her weapon. Just in case. “I think a bad guy killed George. The thumb drive you gave me showed that he was investigating someone, and that’s who I think killed George. You do want to help find George’s killer, right?”

“Hardly knew him.”

“But he trusted you. He gave you the thumb drive. He entrusted you with it.”

Peter canted his head, thinking.

“Just let me show you these photos, and if you see anyone familiar, you let me know. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Okay. But you can’t make me testify to anything! I will not set foot in a United States court. They’re liars and beggars!”

“You won’t have to testify,” Tess lied. She reached for the small poster board with six photos. “I’m just pulling out these pictures. Is that okay?”

“What do you take me for? Of course it’s okay. What do you think? I’m paranoid?”

Tess eased the poster board out and walked toward him, held it out.

He looked at it for one instant and said, “The fourth one, second row.”

Tess hid her triumph. “You’ve seen him before?”

“Saw him maybe two weeks ago.”

“Can you tell me where?”

“I saw him down in Credo. I think he was on a scouting mission.”

“A scouting mission?”

“I saw him from the road. I heard a noise—I’ve got really good ears, you gotta have good ears out here. And there he was, sneaking around. I noticed he had a rifle, and I keep track of stuff like that because I was meeting my—” He stopped. “What I noticed, see, was he had an AK-47, like the Mexicans do, only he’s Anglo. He went over to a tree and he fooled around some, and when he came back away from the tree he wasn’t carrying the rifle.”

“Do you mean he put it in the tree?”

He gave her a look that intimated she was completely clueless.

“Of course he put it in the tree.”

“You saw him put the rifle in the tree?”

“No, but he fooled around, you know, like maybe he had duct tape or something, and hid the rifle. Like they do. You know. They do it all the time down here—it’s their cache. Scared me—there are white guys who run with these people but all of them are bad guys, ’cept for a few. I keep my eyes and ears open but my mouth closed.” He pulled an invisible zipper across his mouth. “Live and let live, that’s my motto.”

And preserve your pot connection, Tess thought. “Which tree?”

“One of the oaks. They give a lot of shade, and it’s easy to hide stuff.”

“Whereabouts? In relation to the cabins?”

“Not too far from the one farthest from the road. The one at the end—on the little hill.”

The cabin where George Hanley died. Tess asked, “Which way from the cabin?”

“Down by that little dry creek. There’s an oak there.”

Tess remembered it. “How long ago was this?”

“I’m not sure. Before what happened to George. I just assumed it was somebody doing something—you know, drug running, gunrunning, people running, that kind of thing. No way I was gonna poke my nose in that hornet’s nest.”

“Why didn’t you tell me this the first time we met?”

He shrugged. “Didn’t connect it.”

“So you saw him as you were driving by?”

“Walking by, and you better believe I kept on going. Eyes forward, you know what I mean? You want to keep your eyes open and your mouth shut around here.”

“You weren’t driving your truck?”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time? I was walking. Made sure he didn’t see me, either.”

“You just went for a walk?”

He looked at her, defiant. “Uh-huh. Just a walk.”

“Look, I’m gonna be straight with you. I don’t care what you do or whom you do it with. I just want to make sure what you’re telling me is accurate. All I care about is George Hanley and finding the guy who killed him.”

“Well, that guy is him.” He tapped the paper with Poole’s likeness.

“Sounds like he was pretty far away.”

“I have twenty/ten vision. I was a sniper in the army.”

“Did he see you?”

“I don’t think so. It was getting dark.”

“Did you see a vehicle?”

“Nope. My guess is he left it way up or down the road, since he was sneaking around like that. I’ve seen stuff like that before.”

“Did you ever see George Hanley meet someone out there?”

“Only during daytime hours. I don’t walk down that road every night, though. Just once in a while.”