The Montana Mysteries Featuring Gabriel Du Pré Volume Four by Peter Bowen

Author:Peter Bowen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Open Road Media
Published: 2017-07-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 23

BECK WAS ALREADY THERE when Du Pré turned off among the huge piles of fine gravel used to sand the roads in winter.

Benny was sitting in his cruiser, looking lost.

He rubbed his eyes when Du Pré walked up to the car. He got out and he led Du Pré and Beck behind the largest of the piles. There was a red Jeep Cherokee there. A man lay beside it, flies on his eyes and the little hole in his head.

Benny turned away.

Du Pré knelt and he looked at the body. There were some small marks where his feet had scuffed a little while he was dying, but he had died very fast.

The ground around was rough gravel, the same as the big pile.

A used condom lay under the man’s right shoe.

Beck cleared his throat.

“Not much to hold tracks here,” he said, “and a lot of cars turn in here, it seems.”

Du Pré nodded. Kids come to fuck and drink beer.

“Benny,” said Du Pré, “you call anybody?”

“Yah,” said Benny, “I asked for the state police. This ain’t some dead husband we know and the wife shot him, too.”

Du Pré stood up.

“They get pissy we mess with it,” he said. He went to the Cherokee and he looked in it. The windows were all down. There was a small flat bag on the passenger seat. Du Pré lifted it up and he looked at the luggage tag.

“Benson Drew,” said Du Pré, “San Francisco.”

“Let me see that,” said Beck. Du Pré handed it to him. Beck undid the zipper and he slid out the laptop and he popped something and he pulled out a disc and he slid it in his pocket.

“They shit they find that out,” said Du Pré.

“My job,” said Beck, “is to protect Julie and Bart. Let ’em shit.”

A siren sounded a long way off.

“That’ll be McPhie,” said Benny, “securin’ the crime scene. He can have it.”

“Benny don’t like murders,” said Du Pré.

Beck shrugged.

He opened the passenger door and he looked in the glove box and in an attaché case he picked up from the floor. He took some more discs out and then he went to his Suburban.

Beck drove off.

Du Pré and Benny waited.

The Highway Patrol cruiser topped a hill, light bar flashing. In a few moments McPhie was turning into the gravel dump. He drove up to Benny’s car and he stopped and got out.

“What we got?” he said. McPhie was huge, and he walked like a bear.

Benny pointed.

McPhie looked down at the body.

“Neat,” he said. “I am sure you haven’t touched anything?”

“No,” said Du Pré.

“No,” said Benny.

“They get awful hinky you touch somethin’,” said McPhie. “They got all that fancy shit, electronic tape measures and such. Lookin’ at the deceased here, it seems that who done it knew what they were doing.”

Du Pré nodded.

“Who found him?” said McPhie.

“Carl was flyin’ over checkin’ his cows,” said Benny. “Said he didn’t notice the body goin’ out cause it was in a shadow but he seen it comin’ back. Radioed it in.

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