People of Darkness by Tony Hillerman

Author:Tony Hillerman
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Police Procedural, Detective and mystery stories, Police, Mystery & Detective, Navajo Indians, General, Chee, Fiction, Cultural Heritage, Jim (Fictitious character)
ISBN: 9780061808395
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2009-05-26T06:30:22+00:00

16

When Martin left, Chee spent the next ten minutes on the telephone. He got Mary Landon’s number from information, but no one answered when he called it. He remembered then that it was a school day and called the school. Miss Landon had taken the day off. He called his own office, explained the situation, and told Officer Dodge to see if she could find Mary and do what she could do to keep an eye on her. The doctor came in then—a young man with red hair and freckles. He inspected Chee’s ribs, replaced the dressing, said, “Take it easy,” and left. The nurse arrived, took his temperature, gave him two pills, watched while he took them, said, “This isn’t a police station. You’re supposed to be resting,” and left. Chee rearranged himself on the pillow and gazed out across the university campus. He thought about Mary, and about the peyote religion, and B. J. Vines’ keepsake box, and the ways of white men, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep. When he awoke it was late afternoon. The sun was slanting through his window and Mary sat in the bedside chair.

“Hello,” she said. “How’re you feeling?”

“Fine,” Chee said. He did feel fine. Vastly relieved.

“Boy,” she said. “You sure scared me. I thought you were dead. I waved down a truck, and he got that state policeman on his CB radio. And when we got back to you, you were just lying there.” She grimaced at him. “Like dead.”

Chee told her what he’d learned about the blond man. “You see the problem? There’s a chance he’s going to decide he needs to get rid of us.”

Even as he was saying them, the words sounded melodramatic to him. In this quiet, antiseptic room, the idea of anyone wanting to kill Jim Chee and Mary Landon seemed foolish.

“Don’t you think what he’d really do is just run?” Mary asked. “That’s what I’d do.”

“But you’re not a professional gunman,” Chee said.

“If that remark’s a reflection on my shooting, I want to remind you that it was you who screwed up the rear sight.”

“Be serious,” Chee said. “This guy kills people.”

The humor left Mary’s face. “I know,” she said. “But what can you do? It’s sort of like being struck by lightning. You can’t go around all the time hiding from clouds.”

“But you don’t stand under trees while it’s raining, either,” Chee said. “Why don’t you take a leave and go off and visit some relatives somewhere for a while and don’t tell anyone where you’re going?”

Mary’s expression shifted from somber to skeptical. “Is that what you’re going to do?”

“I would if I could,” Chee said. “But I’m a policeman. It’s my business.”

“No, it’s not,” Mary said. “You don’t even have jurisdiction. That’s what you told me. It’s FBI business. Or maybe the sheriff’s.”

“Legally,” Chee said. “But this sore rib sort of gives me a special interest. And besides, I’m a material witness.”

“So am I,” Mary said.

They argued about it, an uneasy, tentative sparring of two persons not yet sure of their relationship.

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