But Bernie was still thinking of Tommy Vang.
“Don’t you wonder how he can possibly handle all that by himself ? I mean, getting back to Laos, wasn’t it?
Wouldn’t there be all sorts of visa problems? Things like that. And I’ll bet he didn’t even have a passport. And how about the money? You haven’t explained that.”
“Well,” Leaphorn said. And would have said more, but Chee interjected himself into the conversation.
“Bernie cares about people,” he said. “She’s a sort of dedicated worrier.”
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lier,” Leaphorn said. “Done some serious worrying about what she was getting into here.”
Bernadette Manuelito Chee laughed. “No,” she said.
“Now I just add Jim to the list of people I have to worry about.”
“What I’m curious about,” said Chee, changing the subject, “is why you got involved in this in the first place.
That call you made about the Totter obituary, for example.
You still haven’t explained that. I’d like to know what that was all about.”
“I’ll try to explain that,” Leaphorn said. “But first let me give Bernie some assurance that Tommy Vang can take care of himself. Tommy had been sort of a travel agent for Delos for years, as well as cook, valet, pants presser, and so forth. He’d arrange Delos’s trips, make the reservations, get the tickets, all that sort of thing. Do it by telephone, or sometimes online with the computer, I guess. Used Delos’s credit cards. I think he worked with a Flagstaff travel agency. They knew him. Even got Delos his boarding passes. No standing in line for Delos.” Bernie was not quite satisfied. “But how about the official stuff ? Travel documents. I guess he wouldn’t need a passport to travel within this country, but if you’re going to another country, doesn’t the airline want to see if you have what it takes to land there?”
Leaphorn nodded. Thinking that was exactly the question that had troubled him. Still did a little, for that matter. But it hadn’t troubled Vang. He’d asked Tommy, and Tommy said Mr. Delos had lots of passports, lots of visa papers. From where? And Tommy said lots of blank forms from lots of countries, and eleven or twelve different passports in his travel file there in his office. “From 272
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different countries and with different pictures stuck in them, loose, to stick a new one in if he needed to look different.”
Bernie was looking skeptical. Leaphorn nodded. But Bernie wanted a better answer.
“So that’s how he gets on the plane then. Just uses phony papers. Same with getting off in Thailand, or Laos, or where he’s going?”
“Well, Tommy didn’t seem to have any worries about that. At least he told me he didn’t.”
“Just phony documents,” Bernie said.
“Come on, Bernie,” Chee said. “This Vang fellow knows his way around. I wouldn’t worry about him so much. But I’d like to know about some other things.
Where did he get his traveling money, for example, and just what happened to Mr. Delos? I’m guessing he must be dead. But how did that happen? And what happened to the truck Tommy Vang was driving?”
“The truck!” Bernie said, and laughed.
“I don’t know for sure about the truck,” Leaphorn said. “Maybe he drove it to Phoenix, left it in the airport parking garage, or maybe he left it parked at the Delos house in Flagstaff, and called the limo service Delos used and had them drive him to the airport. Either way, I guess the truck gets hauled off and impounded eventually. As for the other questions, I have to pause here a moment and explain something. Something personal.”
“Oh,” Bernie said.
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about the future of the truck. “No Delos family back there somewhere?”
“I hope so,” Leaphorn said. “If they show up to claim that mansion of his and his property, I would dearly love to talk to them. Find out who this man was. Where he came from. All that.”
“You don’t know?” Bernie said.
Leaphorn shook his head.
“You haven’t told us much of anything about what happened to Mr. Delos, Lieutenant,” Jim Chee said. “We sort of gather that he must be dead. But what happened to him?”
Leaphorn sipped the coffee, which was much, much better than the coffee he’d remembered drinking here in Jim Chee’s home before Bernie had become Mrs. Chee.
“Sergeant Chee,” Leaphorn said. “Bernie has not yet been sworn in again as Officer Bernadette Manuelito.
Correct me, make that Officer Bernadette Chee. But I gather she will soon be back in Navajo Tribal Police uniform and resuming her duties. So you both will be sworn to uphold the law. Right?”
