Who in Hell Is Wanda Fuca? by Ford G. M

Author:Ford, G. M. [Ford, G. M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: thriller, Mystery, detective, Seattle, Suspense, Crime, Humour, Sherlock Holmes rivals
ISBN: 9781612183756
Google: z7ns6B3O0tgC
Amazon: 1612183751
Goodreads: 15096110
Publisher: Thomas & Mercer
Published: 1995-01-01T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Caroline was curled up against the far door, bundled in her jacket , picking at her lower lip, in a full snit.

"Where are we going?" she demanded as I fired up the truck. Without waiting for me to answer, she added, "I insist that you immediately - " I interrupted and told her where we were going.

"Ooooh, a medicine woman." She sat straight, her eyes now aglow. "I read a book last year - "

I tuned her out as I bounced the truck out of the lot and followed the Dixons' Nova back toward the freeway. Slowly, as it began to dawn on me that we were taking the same route on which I'd followed Robert Warren the other night, the hair on the back of my neck began to rise. The rain had stopped. The sun poked intermittently through the clouds. The countryside appeared more benign in broad daylight, but the journey was the same.

Caroline was still at it. " - the shamanic tradition of the coastal Indians - "

My suspicions were confirmed when we passed the yellow police barrier tape strung across the front of Bobby's driveway. I could see the read ends of at least two vehicles parked down by where the cabin had been as we flashed by. Caroline took no notice. She was still running off at the mouth.

" - in cedar bark lodges, which believe it or not were really - "

The Nova's brake lights flashed, then stayed on, slowing as we rounded a sharp corner. A driveway angled off, straight uphill from the corner. The Nova nosed in. I followed.

" - even wore cedar bark clothes. I saw pictures. I couldn't believe it. The chafing must have been terrible. I imagine - "

As usual, Caroline was in the right desert but the wrong tent. At least she had the cedar part right. It was a four-bedroom home, two gables off the front, covered wraparound porch on three sides. Maybe a precut, sitting on a little knoll, well-tended grounds and a glassed-in solarium off the near side.

The sight of the house put a momentary halt to her lecture. She started to open her mouth, thought better of it, and, mercifully, was finally quiet as we pulled to a stop in the driveway.

Daniel emerged from the Nova. I told Caroline to come along. I pulled open the passenger door on the Nova and beckoned Caroline toward the vacated passenger seat. For once, she didn't argue. I closed the door behind her. Daniel arched an eyebrow at me. "Hank going to be all right?"

"In a pinch, I figure he can outrun her," I said.

We walked side by side up the inlaid brick walk. The cracks had mossed in, and the constant rain had created a roller-coaster effect in the once-flat surface. I had to watch my own feet as we walked.

Daniel knocked softly on the front door. From the porch, high above the tree level, Puget Sound rolled in the late-afternoon sunshine. The wind had shifted from the south.

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