Devil’s Claw

and manage his affairs. But Clayton fooled her. He hired his own attorney. The guardianship petition never went through.”

“That was what the quarrel was all about?” Joanna asked.

“The quarrel was about control,” Carol Hubbard replied. “Reba is the kind of person who has to be in the driver’s seat at all times. Once Clayton beat her back, his first intention was to leave his ranch to the Nature Conservancy. But then Clayton changed his mind. He said he didn’t think you’d ever want to actually move into his place because it’s so old and run-down, but he knew you’d like having the land. I believe he told me you’re planning to remarry soon?”

Blushing again, Joanna nodded. “This coming Saturday,” she said.

“Well,” Carol Hubbard said, rising. “I’m sure you and your new husband will be very happy together. Whoever he is, he’s lucky to have found you. And your daughter, too. Now, I have to be going. It’s a long drive back to Tucson, and we don’t like being out after dark. My husband’s night vision is none too good these days.”

She held out her hand. Joanna shook it, and then Carol Hubbard was gone.

“She was nice,” Jenny said a moment later. “Why couldn’t Butch’s mom be somebody like her?”

Joanna laughed and shook her head. “You know what they say: Some days you eat the bear; some days the bear eats you.”

Jenny scowled. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that Butch’s mother is the way she is, and we’re just going to have to learn to live with it and accept her the way she is.”

“Even if we don’t want to?”

“Even if.”

By four o’clock, Joanna and Jenny were back at the Justice Complex. Jenny took her homework and disappeared into the empty conference room. In the meantime, Joanna headed into her office to go through her messages and return calls.

Talking about Butch had made her realize that she hadn’t heard from him all day long, and she was missing him. However, having just made a big stink with Kristin and Terry about the hazards of mixing love and work, she was glad no calls from Butch had come in through the switchboard during the course of the day. “Do as I say, not as I do” wasn’t the way Joanna Brady wanted to run her ship.

Once the most pressing calls had been handled, Joanna went looking for Frank Montoya. “I take it your pager is still turned off?” he asked.

Guiltily, Joanna reached into her pocket, removed the pager, and switched it on. “Sorry about that,” she said meekly. “I turned if off during the funeral and must have forgotten to turn it back on.”

“No problem,” Frank said, “but I didn’t know you were back, and I thought you’d want to hear the news.”

“What news? Did Search and Rescue locate Lucy?”

Frank shook his head. “No, but we think we’ve found her bike. At least we found somebody’s bike. It was hidden in among some of those huge rocks in Texas Canyon about half a mile from the rest area. It looks like somebody took a sledgehammer to it and turned it into a piece of junk. There was also a canteen and a sleeping bag.”

“Do you know for sure the gear is Lucy’s?” Joanna asked.

“We haven’t confirmed it yet, but we’re pretty sure. Catherine Yates told us there was a leather thong tied to the handlebars to give Big Red something to hang on to. The bike S and R found had a leather thong on the handlebars.”

“And Lucy?”

“No sign of her. She had been there, but she’s evidently not there any longer, and there’s no sign of that damned hawk of hers, either. But that’s not why I called you. The real news is about Melanie Goodson.”

“What about her?”

“She’s dead,” Frank said.

Joanna’s jaw dropped. “She’s what?”

“You heard me. Dead.”

“When? What did she die of?”

“No way to tell. The Pima County ME’s office says they saw some signs of needle tracks, so maybe she overdosed. At any rate, she didn’t turn up for work today. Nobody was really all that concerned because her first appointment wasn’t until after one, when she was supposed to meet with Ernie and Jaime. According to her secretary, if she had worked late the day before, she sometimes didn’t come in at all in the morning. By the time somebody started to worry and called Pima County to go out to her place on Old Spanish Trail to check on her, she’d been dead for some time.”

Joanna shook her head. “This feels bad to me, Frank. This isn’t some accidental overdose. She didn’t look like even a recreational drug user to me. This has to be connected to Sandra Ridder and what happened to her. Did Ernie and Jaime go out to Melanie Goodson’s house?”

“The last I heard, they were on their way, but it’s Pima County’s deal, Joanna. As you know, our relationship with the Pima County Sheriff’s Department hasn’t been exactly cordial of late, so don’t hold your breath as far as interdepartmental cooperation goes. It isn’t gonna happen.”

“Can we get either Jaime or Ernie on the horn?” Joanna asked.

“I don’t know. We can try. The last time I talked to Ernie, his cell phone was cutting in and out. The coverage may be pretty spotty out in that neck of the woods.” Nonetheless, Frank picked up his phone and began dialing.

“How can the cell phone coverage be that bad?” Joanna asked. “Old Spanish Trail is in Tucson, for God’s sake.”

“Not South Old Spanish Trail,” Frank told her. “From what Ernie told me, Melanie Goodson’s house is out in the middle of nowhere, almost to Vail.” He listened intently for several seconds, then shook his head. “Says he’s left the service area.”

“What’s the phone company thinking?” Joanna asked. “Angie Kellogg’s boyfriend can make cell-phone calls from Skeleton Canyon-which is the godforsaken middle of nowhere-back home to England, but we can’t call from here to Vail?”

“That’s about the size of it,” Frank told her. “The phone company doesn’t have to think, and our two-way car radios don’t stretch over the mountains that far, either. We’ll just have to wait for one of them to report in.”

“Waiting isn’t something I’m very good at,” Joanna said.

Frank Montoya grinned at her. “Really,” he said. “I never would have guessed.”

Joanna did a few more pacing-style turns around the office and checked on the progress of Jenny’s homework. Finally, at five-thirty, she went back to Frank’s office. “All right,” she told him, “I’m leaving. Somebody has to go home and feed the animals. Leave word with Dispatch that as soon as either Ernie or Jaime comes within hailing distance, I want a call to me on my cell phone. Even if Jenny and I are out doing chores; I’ll have the phone with me at all times.”

After that Joanna cleared her desk of everything she’d left undone during the course of the day by stuffing a pile of untouched paperwork into a much-used briefcase. Taking work home was something she did by force of habit almost every night these days. Often she never even got around to opening the briefcase between leaving the office and returning the next morning. Still, it made her feel better somehow that her desk usually looked more or less cleared when she left work at the end of the day.

She and Jenny were home, had fed all the animals, and were on their way back into the house to fix dinner when the cell phone rang in Joanna’s shirt pocket. Hoping the caller would be one of her two detectives, Joanna answered hurriedly.

“Congratulate me,” Butch Dixon said. “It worked.”

“What worked?”

“Butch Dixon Tour Guide,” he said. “I’ve worn my parents out. I offered to take them out to dinner, but they said they’d had enough. All they wanted to do was go back out to the RV park and hit the hay. And all I want to do is come see you.”

“Butch, really,” Joanna began. “I’ve brought a briefcaseful of work home. If I’m going to be gone for the better part of next week, there’s a lot I need to get caught up on before we leave town.”

“Please,” he said. “Have pity on me. I’ve spent the whole day trying to dodge one of my mother’s negative