'Of course,' she said. 'They seemed to think that's what a wife would be expected to say. And later when the sentencing came up, I told the district attorney. He said that pistol hadn't been recorded anywhere, and they hadn't been able to trace it.'
'Yeah,' Leaphorn said. 'That's often the case.'
'It was like they took for granted I was lying. It was finished. Marvin had a criminal record. He was dead. And Mr. Denton admitted shooting him. Why worry.'
Leaphorn thought she had probably summed the situation up very well. But he just nodded. He was putting together what Peggy McKay had told him. He was thinking that the death of Marvin McKay looked an awful lot like a carefully planned and premeditated murder. And that left him two puzzles to solve. The one he had brought with him: Linda Denton was still missing with no reason why. And a new one. He couldn't think of a reason, short of insanity, why Denton would have wanted to kill Marvin McKay.
Chapter Nineteen
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I know you've never had much use for academic methods,' Louisa told Leaphorn, 'but for heaven's sake, doesn't it make sense, when you're trying to solve a problem, to collect all the information available?'
His inability to find a good answer to that had led Joe Leaphorn to call Jim Chee at Chee's Shiprock office. Chee was en route to a meeting at ntp headquarters in Window Rock, the secretary said, but she'd have the dispatcher contact him and ask him to call Leaphorn. That happened. Leaphorn told Chee he was developing serious doubts about Wiley Denton's role in the McKay homicide. He asked Chee if he knew anything new that might strengthen the notion of a connection between the McKay and Doherty cases.
'Not me,' Chee said. 'But I think Osborne may have been putting some pieces together. And we may be about to make a mistake. Could we get together and talk?'
'What mistake?'
'The Bureau is getting a search warrant for Peshlakai's place.'
'Bad idea?'
'I can't see Peshlakai killing anyone,' Chee said. 'But when you invest too much time in a suspect, you're inclined to get stuck with him. I'm early anyway. Okay if I stop by your place before checking in with the office?'
'I'll have the coffee on.'
'Lay out a cup for Officer Manuelito, too,' Chee said. 'This Doherty homicide is her case.' He laughed. 'In my opinion, that is. We'll be there in about forty-five minutes.'
'Officer Manuelito is with you?'
'Yes,' Chee said, with no explanation.
For Leaphorn, with half his lifetime spent with the Navajo Tribal Police and thus battle-scarred by years of dealing with various federal law enforcement agencies, no explanation was needed. Officer Manuelito had been chosen by the Federals as their designated scapegoat in the difficult Doherty homicide. The fact that she had screwed up the supposed crime site had not been erased by her discovery of the genuine crime site. The meeting to which Chee had been summoned probably had been instigated by a Bureau of Indian Affairs law-and-order bureaucrat, and would involve the criminal investigator assigned by the bia, someone from the fbi, someone in the top ranks of the Navajo Nation's justice department, and assorted others, and Chee had brought Bernie along to defend herself and explain how she had found where the victim had apparently actually been shot.
By the time Chee's car parked in Leaphorn's driveway, Louisa had the kitchen's dining table set for four.
Leaphorn's old mugs had been put back on the shelf and replaced by cups and saucers—and each of the four places she had set was equipped with napkin, spoon, and a plate for cookies.
Louisa had stopped by en route to Towaoc on the Ute Mountain Indian Reservation where she hoped to locate an elderly Ute purported to have an account from his maternal great-grandfather of Ute warfare with Comanche raiders in the 1840s.
'But that can wait,' Louisa said. 'If you don't mind, I'll hang around and find out what's going on with this mysterious murder of yours.'
'It's not my murder,' Leaphorn had said. But he couldn't think of a way to tell her that maybe it would be better if she went about her academic business and left homicide to the cops. Then, too, he wasn't actually a cop himself any longer.
When the real cops arrived, they didn't seem to care, either. In fact, Bernadette seemed pleased. She and Louisa had gotten along well, and Bernie was greeted with a hug. But Chee had a meeting to attend. He looked at his watch, then at Leaphorn.
'I talked to Mrs. Marvin McKay,' Leaphorn said, getting right to the point, 'and she said several things of interest. One. She said McKay didn't have a gun. Had never had a gun. Always said that carrying a gun was insane.'
Chee nodded. Waiting. Knowing that Leaphorn knew he'd be skeptical.
'The gun the police found on the floor by McKay's body was a thirty-eight-caliber revolver. A heavy old Colt model with a medium-length barrel. Too big to go into his pants' pockets. I put it in the pocket of McKay's jacket— an expensive leather job. I could hardly force it in. Hard to get it out. Denton told me McKay pulled the pistol out of his jacket pocket as he was preparing to leave, carrying Denton's case with the money in it, and his own case. That would be hard to do, but possible, I guess.'
He glanced at Chee, found him looking more interested and less skeptical.
'So we go to item two. No holes in the jacket. No blood on it. And no jacket on McKay's body when the law arrived. It was hanging on the back of a chair. It makes it seem sort of obvious that the shooting didn't happen while McKay was leaving.'
He looked at Chee again, and at Bernie. Both nodded.
