8S
MECH INFANTRY REIN 1539
PG726796
N 33 14 39.9
W 115 08 58.2
LIVE ORD 1, 2
10S
SA-6 Site
2240
PG771820
N 33 15 56.5
W 11506 01.1
LIVE ORD 1,2
11S
ARMORED COLUMN 2203
PG773815
N 33 15 38.1
W 115 05 54.3
LIVE ORD 1,2
12S
SAM SITE 1348
PG735806
N 33 15 12
W 115 08 18.5
LIVE ORD 1,2
13S
MECH INFANTRY 1444
PG718803
N 33 15 02.9
W 115 09 27.5
LIVE ORD 1,2
14S
MECH INFANTRY REIN
2350
PG771772
N 33 13 14.5
W 115 05 57.4
LIVE ORD 1,2
15S
NE-SW AIRFIELD W/SAM, AAA, RADAR SITES
0205
PG736809
N 33 15 23.6
W 115 08 17
LIVE ORD 1,2
MT. BARROW
NE-SW AIRFIELD W/SAM SITES
0545
PG895707
N 33 09 42.1
W 114 58 10.8
LIVE ORD
1,2,5.
Tad Palmer told me he'd seen this site on Smiley's computer out at Hidden Ranch, and I had tried unsuccessfully to access Cactus West on my PC. With words like INFANTRY and LIVE ORD, I knew it was some kind of military site.
I put the paper in my jacket pocket with the Polaroid and headed back toward the driveway. As I passed the garage, I noticed that the side door was ajar, so I pushed it open with my toe and walked in.
Nothing much was inside. A few recent oil stains on the pavement, but nothing was piled up against or hung on the walls. I noticed some old cardboard boxes up in the rafters that looked like they'd been broken down, folded and stored up there. Probably nothing, but most people don't go to the trouble to store broken-down boxes, so I found a ladder and dragged it over, climbed up, and started pulling at the edges. They cascaded down and landed on the floor.
I climbed down and started opening them up. The shipping labels indicated they had come from a mail order catalogue called The Mountaineer. The UPS dates indicated they were all delivered within the last week. I started to pull out the manufacturer's packing lists that had been left behind.
The first box I went into had contained a GPS-a miniunit for exact global satellite positioning. I reached into another box and found the printed instructions for installing something called 'crampon metal spikes.' They attached to the bottom of boots and were used for ice climbs. There was a box for an ascender and one for fifi hooks, which had a complicated set of instructions for a hanging belay. There was a box for an SLCD. The instructions indicated that it was a spring-loaded camming device, used to improve handholds on a cliff face.
What it all came down to was Vincent had recently ordered one hell of a lot of expensive mountain-climbing equipment. The boxes had been opened here, but since the gear wasn't in the house or garage, it was probably in the back of that bigfoot Dodge 2500 that had roared out of here, almost hitting me. Detective logic at its tip-top best.
I left the garage by the side door, walked down the drive, and climbed into a slick-back D-car that I'd picked up at the motor pool downtown after leaving the hospital. I drove slowly up the block, trying to figure my most effective next move. Jo's purse was on the seat beside me. Nobody had asked me for it at the hospital, so I just held onto it. I drove up the street and found a quiet place to park, then pulled over and turned off the engine.
I opened the purse and pulled out Jo's crime book, then began flipping pages until I found what I was looking for.
Chapter 41
I pulled into the parking lot of a one-story showroom office in Sunland a few minutes past five in the afternoon. The window art advertised Sprint contracts and the latest in digital communications. The company's name and slogan were in big white letters:
