'Why didn't you tell me that the man killed in the mountains was Stewie Woods?' Marybeth fired at Joe as she came into the kitchen. The Saddlestring Roundup was clutched in her fist.
Joe was raising a mug of coffee to his mouth. Sheridan, Lucy, and April were still bleary-eyed, in their pajamas, and were distractedly eating bowls of breakfast cereal. Everyone's eyes were on Marybeth; Joe thought the girls all looked as if they had been caught in the act of committing a crime.
'How could you not tell me, Joe Pickett?' she asked angrily her voice getting louder with each word. Joe had not moved. The coffee cup was still poised for a sip. He knew that whatever he said now would not be the right thing to say
'Barnum called and said the victim was named Allan Stewart Woods,' Joe said lamely 'I didn't make the connection at the time to Stewie Woods.' She glared at him with eyes that could melt ice.
'Besides,' Joe said, 'why is it so important?'
Suddenly, Marybeth gave an angry little cry, threw the newspaper onto a chair, and stormed up the stairs to the bedroom, where she slammed the door and noisily threw the lock.
Joe and the girls stared dumbly at the space Marybeth had just occupied.
'What's wrong with mom?' Sheridan asked.
'She's just upset,' Joe answered. 'Everything's fine.'
'Who is Stewie Woods?' Lucy asked Sheridan.
Sheridan shrugged, and turned back to her breakfast, giving Lucy a 'please be quiet' glare.
'You girls need to finish up and get dressed for school,' Joe said gruffly.
He walked them to the bus, kissed them good-bye, and said hello and good morning to the driver, and then went back in to read the newspaper. Joe knew from experience that when Marybeth was upset she would need some time, and he would give her that time.
The front-page story was more accurate than usual and Sheriff Barnum was quoted throughout. While the woman who was killed at the scene was yet to be officially identified (although Joe knew that they had found her Rhode Island driver's license in a fanny pack at the scene and had been as yet unable to connect with relatives), the man was tentatively identified as environmental activist Stewie Woods. A wallet with his driver's license, credit cards, and One Globe membership card (he was Member number 1) had been found in an abandoned Subaru near the trailhead. Woods's shoes, backpack, and famous red bandana had been found at the crime scene. A carpenter's pouch, filled with sixty-penny spikes, was recovered as well as a small sledgehammer covered with fingerprints. Forest Service officials confirmed that trees had been spiked near the crime scene and that there was a discernible 'trail' of spiked trees leading from the road to the crater. Forensics results had not yet come back from Cheyenne as yet, but all of the circumstantial evidence suggested the vaporized dead man was Woods.
Joe had talked with Sheriff Barnum the day before, when they had met on the same two-track gravel road. Each had eased to the shoulder so that their vehicles were parallel, and they rolled down their windows and had a 'cowboy conference' in the middle of the sagebrush prairie. Barnum divulged his theory that Woods was attaching explosives to a heifer as a spectacular publicity stunt. Stewie Woods and One Globe were known, after all, for this kind of thing. Blowing up cows that were grazing on public land was just a short step up from spiking trees, disabling the machinery and heavy equipment used for forest road building, or other 'direct actions' that One Globe claimed credit for. Blowing up cows would be an escalation in ecoterrorism.
Barnum doubted that Woods or his cronies had the training or expertise required to use C-4 explosives in a safe manner. Barnum's guess was that Woods and his companion were in the process of attaching the explosive to the animal when it went off. Afterward, Joe had followed Barnum to his office. 'I like my investigations the way I like my women and my eggs,' Barnum said to Joe, 'I like 'em over easy'
Joe had heard Barnum say that more than once in the past two years and he still thought it was ridiculous.
Barnum showed Joe a sheaf of faxes that had come into the Twelve Sleep County Sheriffs Department over the past two days, most filled with newspaper clippings of Stewie Woods's and One Globe's past monkey-wrenching activities. Joe read several of them. Woods and his colleagues had attracted a good deal of attention just a few years ago when they unfurled a massive canvas banner from the catwalk of a Colorado dam that made it look like the $800 million structure had a huge crack in it. They had done this behind the U.S. Secretary of Interior as the secretary gave a speech about hydroelectric power. The stunt was caught on videotape and broadcast hroughout the country and around the world.
'Blowing up cows is just another form of monkey wrenching,' Barnum said. 'Some dead writer made up the term to promote sabotage in the name of the environment.'
'Edward Abbey' Joe said, 'it was Edward Abbey He wrote a book called The Monkey wrench Gang'
Barnum looked blankly at Joe. 'Whatever,' he said dismissively.
Then Joe paused. 'Any chance somebody tipped off Finotta about the explosion before I talked to him?
Barnum's eyes narrowed. 'Why? What did he say?'
'It wasn't what he said .. . it's what he didn't say' Joe continued. 'It's what he didn't ask. About the victims, for example. When I thought about it later, I realized he hadn't shown much interest in who died. Like he might have already known.'
'Did you ask him about it?'
'No.'
Barnum sighed, then shrugged. 'Finotta has lots of contacts, so it's possible. Maybe he heard about it over a scanner or something. I don't see where it much matters, to be honest with you. The death of an environmental whacko probably wasn't very high on his priority list. Or mine.'
Joe put the newspaper down and drained the last of his coffee. He hadn't had a chance to tell Marybeth about the conversation when he got home the night before, other than to say that the victims had been identified and that they weren't local. Joe wondered why the name of the dead man had affected Marybeth the way it had. Or was it the fact that he had forgotten to tell her?
