work.'
Julieta's lips had narrowed, and though she didn't move, her aura changed, the resigned dignity turning shaky again as desperation rose beneath it. A mother's reaction, Cree thought.
Cree continued, telling them about her pending meeting with Donny McCarty to explore the possibility that the entity was indeed the vengeful ex Julieta seemed so certain of. 'Julieta, you've given me an impression of who Donny is and who Garrett was. Is there anything you can add that will help me when I talk to Donny?'
Julieta thought about that and finally shook her head. 'What you saw when we met Donny was pretty typical. How about you, Lynn? You had contact with the McCartys when your husband worked for them, right?'
Lynn nodded and explained, 'My Vernon worked as chief explosives engineer for McCarty for many years. He got to know them pretty well. Not down here, he worked at the Bloomfield mine, up near Farmington. And I ran the Bloomfield medical unit for a few years, so, yes, I saw both McCartys now and again.'
'Can you tell me anything about them?'
Lynn shrugged. 'I really don't know what might be helpful to you. I wouldn't know where to start.'
'How about beliefs? Was Garrett religious? Is Donny? Or superstitious at all?'
'Garrett went to church, but I don't think he was really religious. I think he saw it as a useful way to network. Donny, he doesn't believe in much of anything, I don't think. Neither struck me as superstitious in the slightest. Pragmatists, both of them.'
'What would be Donny's reaction if I suggested, for example, that I'd heard his father's ghost haunted the mine?'
Lynn chuckled. 'Well, he'd get a kick out of it. He'd think you were a weak-brained female.'
Julieta nodded agreement. 'And he'd think I had put you up to it to give him grief in some way. Or that you'd heard it from some superstitious Indian.'
Cree turned that over in her thoughts, trying to find a way to engage Donny, enlist his help. 'So… what is his attitude toward Native Americans?'
'Donny always treated Vern with respect,' Lynn said immediately.
'Patronizing,' Julieta said. 'Condescending. Navajos make up ninety percent of his workforce. He talks respectfully only because he doesn't want to alienate his labor pool and sometimes needs to swing favors with the tribal government. As for Garrett, he was pretty much an out-and-out racist.'
Lynn looked like she was biting her tongue but kept a little smile at the corners of her lips.
Cree mentally filed it away as Joyce took notes. 'Okay. If I can ask a favor, it's that you both ponder the issue. What can you tell me about Donny that will allow me to ask about his father, the circumstances of his father's death? And Lynn, please look back at every contact you've had with Tommy and tell me anything that you think might be helpful.' They nodded.
'Okay. Julieta, I can't work only on the premise that we're dealing with Garrett's ghost. There are other possibilities to consider. His… parents should be a high priority.' Cree's eyebrows jumped; she had almost said adoptive parents. 'Joyce, do you have anything on that?'
'Only the basics so far. Car crash, spring of '97. Father was driving drunk. Both died at the scene. The accident was up near Tuba City. I'll keep looking into it, but if we want to consider one of the parents we'd have to ask ourselves, why would the revenant come here, two hundred miles away, and why now, six years later? I mean, if one of the parents' ghosts homed in on Tommy, why not at the Keedays' place, or his previous school, and much earlier?'
Cree nodded. 'Good questions. We'll look for more information in the coming days. In the meantime, there's another possibility you should know about, Julieta. I was very interested in Tommy's drawings of the cliff faces, so last night, Dr. Mayfield and I went out to the mesa to explore. You had a drawing class with him out there, didn't you? Out at the big ravine?'
Julieta looked puzzled. 'Yes. Why?'
'And Tommy said he got a touch of sunstroke up there?'
'Right. I'd forgotten. It didn't seem serious at all.'
'His drawings changed drastically after those sessions. And I had a powerful contact with an entity or entities there last night. I can't believe it's a coincidence. So I need to know the area's history better. Julieta, are you sure you can't tell me any more about it? Lynn, do you know anything?'
Julieta shook her head. Lynn ventured, 'Locally, I think it was once called Lost Goats Mesa. But I don't think it has a name now.'
Ed met Cree's eyes, and he smiled minutely: goats.
' So-Joyce, I know you've got a lot on your plate, but can you add that in? Dig up some history for this area? Stories associated with the mesa or the old trading post? Who lived here, when, anything.'
Joyce had been taking notes on her pad, and looked up quickly. 'I am all over it.'
'Ed will need to conduct a comprehensive test of the school's electrical system, particularly the boys' dorm and this building. The flickering of the lights might give us some clues. Julieta, can you put him in touch with your maintenance people so they can help? He'll need to look at the whole grid here-transformers, circuit breakers, incoming lines, everything.'
'Frank Nez is our chief physical plant man. I'll take you over to his shop when we're done here, but…'
'I'll tell him it has something to do with state safety compliance,' Ed put in.
'Perfect.' Cree had taken some notes on what she needed to accomplish at this meeting, and now she glanced down at her pad. 'I've got two more items on my agenda. One, as I said, I had an important session with Tommy today. The good news is that, thanks to Joseph, Dr. Corcoran is letting me meet with the boy. And when I was there, I was increasingly able to feel it- as something distinct or separate from Tommy. Which means I'm on the road to identifying it.'
Julieta said haltingly, 'And the bad news?'
'I'm sorry, Julieta. The bad news is, this thing is progressing rapidly. It's taking him over, minute by minute. So far, he's been resisting it pretty well, and he can intentionally cooperate with people trying to help him. But I don't know how long that'll be the case. I think it's wearing him out.' Julieta's face broke into lines of grief, and Cree went on quickly, 'I didn't meet his grandparents, but on the off chance Tommy goes home, I'll need to have their approval to keep seeing him. Julieta, that's an area where you can help. Speak to them, speak to Joseph. It would be good if Ed and I can rig him with the FMEEG, but the technology there can be intimidating-we'll need some persuasion on our side.'
Julieta was looking away, out the window at the empty western horizon, but she nodded.
'Finally, I'll need to go out to the mesa again tonight. Ed or Joyce, it would be good to have one of you there with me.' Cree faltered as she tried to explain to Julieta: 'It… I sometimes have a hard time coming back. It helps to have someone remind me who I am. What world I'm in.'
Joyce gave her an approving nod.
'So, with that,' Cree said, 'off we go. Into the fray, swords upraised, right? All for one and one for all.'
'And huzzah,' Ed muttered. They all stood soberly and adjourned.
30
Joyce went off to Window Rock to get a start with the archives at the Navajo History Museum before it closed for the day. Ed arranged to meet Cree at nine-thirty for a second trip to the ravine, then went with Julieta to meet the maintenance staff and get a tour of the electrical system's components in preparation for the exhaustive analysis he'd conduct tomorrow. Lynn was called to tend to a boy who had badly scraped both elbows playing basketball.
Cree spent the evening resting and reading more of the materials Mason and Joyce had provided. It was disquieting stuff in more ways than one.
From what she'd read so far, it was clear that most cases of 'possession' from earlier eras were actually examples of clinically definable maladies. Many were obviously epilepsy or schizophrenia, but some were more likely DID, dissociative identity disorder, previously referred to as multiple personality disorder. The condition was believed to be caused by a combination of neurological predisposition and early childhood trauma so severe that the
