for breakfast.'
'Yeah, maybe,' Ramsay said. 'Thank you.'
'Trouble?' Roy Nevins said when he had hung up.
'I don't know. Holly was going to call me from Silverdale. She didn't. Now she's not in her room. It's probably nothing.'
'Sure.' Nevins went back to his report, but he continued to glance over toward Ramsay.
Gavin made a try at studying his calendar for the coming week. Talk to the Darnay Boys' Club, lunch with local Kiwanis, oversee motorcyle hill climb east of Pinyon, entertain police science class from La Reina College. It was no use, he could not concentrate.
He picked up the phone again and called Inyo County. The sheriff there was a man named Fielding whom Ramsay had met once or twice. A stolid lawman with good instincts, but little imagination.
Ramsay identified himself to the switchboard and was put through to the sheriff, who sounded harried.
'Good to hear from you, Ramsay. What can I do for you?'
'A woman from Darnay, a Dr Hollanda Lang, checked into the Silverdale Motel yesterday. She's still registered there, but the woman in the office couldn't find her. I'm a little worried.'
'Any reason to think something might have happened to her?'
'Nothing concrete, except the business she was doing there.'
'What business?'
'It had to do with the carnival.'
Fielding exhaled a blast of air into the mouthpiece. 'I don't know anything about your doctor, but I've got plenty of troubles of my own with that carnival.'
'Oh?' Ramsay leaned forward.
'Couple of men died there last night under suspicious circumstances.'
'Two men?' Ramsay said. 'What happened?'
He could hear other voices talking excitedly in the background at Inyo County.
'I've got to go now, Ramsay,' said Sheriff Fielding. 'Give me a call back this evening and maybe I'll have something.
The phone went dead in Ramsay's hand. He hung up the instrument, then dug into the bottom desk drawer for the silver bullets that had rested there since he last used them at Pastory's Bear Paw clinic.
He said, 'Think you can manage things here for a day or so, Roy?'
'No problem,' said Nevins. 'Is Holly in some kind of trouble?'
'I hope not,' Ramsay said, 'but I think I'll take a run over to Silverdale to check on her. If you need me, call Sheriff Fielding, Inyo County.'
'Will do,' Nevins said.
As he drove through the Inyo pass and started the descent through the hills to Silverdale, Ramsay began to wonder what he would say to Holly if he found her safe and sound in the Silverdale Motel. How would he explain galloping over here like John Wayne on the chance she might be in trouble?
Hell with that. There was trouble here. Two men were dead on the grounds of the Samson Supershow, and Ramsay would be damned surprised if Holly and the boy Malcolm were not somehow involved.
He had to pass the carnival grounds on his way to the motel, so Ramsay pulled off there first. He identified himself to the Inyo County deputy who was posted at the entrance. In the tent that displayed pictures of 'Grolo the Animal Boy' he found Sheriff Fielding and an agitated little man named Moskowitz who seemed to be the owner of the carnival.
Fielding gave him a rundown of the previous night's fatalities. 'One of the dead men was Bateman Styles. He ran this Animal Boy thing. Cause of death seems to be a heart attack, but there were suspicious bruises. The other one was definitely not a natural death. Had his throat ripped out.'
'Got a suspect?'
'A pretty good one,' Fielding said. 'It seems this so-called Animal Boy hasn't been seen since the killings. Nobody knows where he went. Not that they're telling, anyway.'
'You're on the wrong track there, Sheriff,' piped Moskowitz.
The lawmen looked down, surprised. They had forgotten for a moment that the little man was there.
'What makes you think so, Mr Moskowitz?' said Fielding.
'The kid did a kind of wild-man act, but that's all it was — an act. When he wasn't working he was just a shy, sweet-natured kid. No way he could kill anybody. Besides, he thought Bateman Styles was Jesus Christ.'
Ramsay had a sudden thought. 'What was the name of the second victim?'
Fielding consulted a notebook. 'The name in his wallet was Wayne Pastory. A doctor, apparently.'
The muscles tensed in Ramsay's upper back. 'I know that one,' he said. Briefly, he filled the Inyo Sheriff in on Pastory's background in Pinyon.
'Could you take a look at the body and give us a positive ID?' Fielding said.
'Sure. But there's something I have to do first.'
'Check on your Dr Lang?'
'I'll get back to you.'
Holly Lang's little Volkswagen Rabbit looked so natural and peaceful parked outside Unit 12 that for a moment Ramsay felt his fears might be foolish after all. However, the apprehension returned as he knocked and waited for a response.
A woman with glossy black hair and mischievous eyes opened the door. She wore a motel bath towel wrapped around a sensual olive-skinned body.
'Sorry to keep you waiting,' she said. 'As you can see, I was in the shower.'
Ramsay pulled his head back and checked the room number again. 'I'm looking for Dr Hollanda Lang. Maybe I have the wrong room.'
'You have the right room,' the dark woman said. 'She's not here.'
Ramsay fumbled out his identification. 'My name's Ramsay,' he said. 'Sheriff, La Reina County.'
'I am Lupe,' said the woman. 'I was told you might be along.'
'Told? Told by whom?'
The woman shivered. 'Do you mind if we go inside? I'm getting a chill standing here.'
Ramsay stepped into the room. Lupe closed the door behind them. He looked over the impersonal motel furnishings, searching for some sign of Holly Lang. Aside from a blue overnight case beside the bureau that might have been hers, he could find nothing.
'Where is Dr Lang?' he said.
'Why is everyone so interested in finding that woman?' Lupe said. 'Won't I do?'
'I don't want to play games. If you know where she is, please tell me.'
Lupe pointed up into the foothills that rose immediately behind the motel. 'She's up there.'
'Up there where?'
'She's with a friend of mine.'
Ramsay took a step toward her. 'Let's stop wasting time. I want to know where Holly is, and I want to know now.'
Lupe clutched the towel to her breast in mock fright.
'And what will you do to me, Sheriff, if I don't want to tell you? Give me the third degree?'
With an effort Ramsay brought himself under control. 'I think we'd beter go talk to the local authorities. They're investigating a couple of deaths at the carnival, and they might want to ask you some questions.'
The woman's green eyes lost their playfulness. 'I don't think you want to have me arrested. Not if you want to see your Holly again.'
Ramsay ground his teeth. 'Where is she?'
'I told you — with a friend of mine. His name is Derak.'
'Should the name mean something to me?'
'He is from Drago.'
Ramsay stiffened. 'And you?'
