The Wailing Wind - Leaphorn & Chee 17 by Tony Hillerman

Author:Tony Hillerman [Hillerman, Tony]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-03-20T03:08:29+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Officer bernadette manuelito had spent some of her not-suspended-but-out-of-favor time off sorting through her income tax records, responding to an irs objection to her April 15 return. Perhaps that explained her negative attitude as she surveyed the swarm of tax-paid people now congregated at the Coyote Canyon Chapter House. Sergeant Chee had overheard something she muttered and had assumed his role of mentor, which didn't improve her mood either.

"It's a political law. Like physics," Chee said. "When a federal agency gets into something, the number of tax-paid people at work multiplies itself by five, the number of hours taken to get it done multiplies by ten, and the chances of a successful conclusion must be divided by three."

Bernie responded to than with an ambiguous shrug. It had been a long day—more tiring than usual for her because she was working to establish a correct attitude toward Sergeant Chee. At first that had shifted all the way from friend to potential boyfriend to arrogant boss. During the day it had modified itself to something like fairly nice boss. This improvement in Chee's rating had been helped along by how well he'd accepted his own secondary role, with her in the primary position, as source of information for Agent-in-Charge Osborne. It got another big boost when Osborne had wondered aloud how Doherty had happened upon this place, and Chee had explained that Doherty had been the post-burn clean-up man assigned here after the fire had swept through the canyon. How could Chee have learned that? Only if he zeroed in on this canyon himself. But if he had, he had said not a word about it. He'd left all the credit to her.

After she had directed Osborne and his crime scene experts to the burned area where she had been (probably) shot at, and showed him where she'd noticed what she presumed were the victim's boot prints, this area of the canyon had been made off limits by strips of yellow crime scene tape. She and Chee, their usefulness exhausted, had then been advised to go about their business elsewhere while the crime scene folks sniffed the air, read the sand, and deduced what had happened here. But by the time they'd reached the chapter house on the way out, a New Mexico state policeman had waved them down, said Agent Osborne wanted them, and directed them back to the hogan near the canyon entrance.

The hogan now was definitely occupied. Smoke, and the aroma of burning piñon, emerged from its stovepipe. The track up the slope was occupied by three vehicles—a McKinley County sheriff's car, a Ford sedan in fbi black, and an elderly Chevy pickup. Bernie recognized the grinning deputy at the hogan's plank door as a young fellow who had made a move on her last spring when they were both working the Navajo Fair, and said "Hello, George," as he waved them in.

Not all of the smoke produced by the hogan's stove had escaped out the pipe. Three

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