the car.
‘Thank God,’ Gino said, jumping out of the car and opening the back door for her, eager to keep things moving and get the hell out of here. ‘It’s cold, Sheriff. Hop on in.’
She nodded her thanks and climbed in the back on a gust of cold wind and a faint hint of orange.
Soap? Shampoo? Cough drop? Magozzi wondered, searching for a mystery he might solve before they started piling dirt on him.
‘Thank you for waiting, Detectives. I know you’re probably anxious to get back to your own case. Is there still a chance that Weinbeck is your killer?’
‘Not a chance,’ Magozzi said. ‘We just alibied him.’
‘Then we’ve wasted your time here. I’m terribly sorry for that, but terribly grateful, too, for what you did tonight.’
Now that he was close to heading for home, Gino was feeling magnanimous. ‘You did pretty damn good yourself,’ he told her. ‘Not bad for your first day, Iris Rikker.’
She flashed him a grim smile. ‘Yesterday I would have been hiding in a closet, speed-reading the manual, trying not to get sick. You’d be surprised what you can learn in a day, watching good officers do their job.’
It was a great thing to say, and Magozzi started really liking her for the first time.
‘Listen, I won’t keep you long, but I really need some advice, and I would very much appreciate your professional opinions.’
Aside from food and sex, not necessarily in that order, the best way to worm your way into Gino’s heart – or any man’s heart, come to think of it – was to compliment him professionally. Magozzi wondered if Iris’s phrasing had been intentional or if it was just knee-jerk. Sometimes he thought all women were born with a special strand of DNA that made manipulating men effortless and instinctive.
Gino gave her a paternal smile. ‘Anything we can do, Sheriff. Ask away.’
Iris took a deep breath. ‘Well… how much stock would you put in some of the things Laura was saying?’
Magozzi and Gino looked at one another. ‘There could be some truth to it.’
‘Would you drag the lake, come spring?’
‘That’s totally your call, Sheriff.’
‘Thank God,’ Gino added tactlessly. ‘I wouldn’t want to touch that for a million bucks.’
Iris looked a little disappointed, but the wheels in her head were still turning. ‘Under normal circumstances, I probably wouldn’t give a second thought to what Laura had to say, given the clear evidence of her diminished capacity, but the bones really bother me.’
‘What bones?’ Magozzi asked.
Iris looked surprised. ‘Sampson didn’t tell you?’
‘Haven’t talked to him since he called me out of bed this morning, and all he said then was that you were tracking Weinbeck from your place to Bitterroot, and if we wanted in on it, to get up here. I got the feeling things were pretty tense on your end when he called.’
Iris nodded. ‘We were moving pretty fast then. But it turns out Weinbeck wasn’t the only thing in my barn. We found what was left of a body in a locked room under the barn floor – little more than a skeleton, really. Sampson thinks it was Emily’s husband. He disappeared decades ago.’
Magozzi’s brows shot up. ‘Murdered?’
Iris shook her head a little and Magozzi smelled orange again. Definitely shampoo. ‘We didn’t have a spare second to look at the time. Weinbeck was running then. The BCA’s coming out later this morning to take a look.’
Gino had a funny look on his face. ‘A locked room, you say?’
‘It was worse than that. More like an underground prison cell, no windows, a single trapdoor in the ceiling, no way to reach it.’
‘Oh, man, I’ve got goose bumps. Jeez, that’s creepy.’
Iris nodded. ‘It’s the connection that’s giving me the willies. I’m living in a house where a woman very possibly imprisoned her husband, perhaps killed him, and it turns out she just happened to be the niece of another woman I just interviewed because she also killed a man tonight, and claims to have killed others, and I have to ask myself, what the hell are these women teaching their daughters?’
Magozzi turned completely around in his seat to look at her, and noticed for the first time. Gino was right. She was a looker. ‘What are you thinking? Some kind of twisted family legacy?’
Iris rubbed at her face. It felt like years since she’d washed it. ‘I don’t know. I just know that it has me wondering about what really might be at the bottom of Lake Kittering.’
Magozzi and Gino were both silent for a moment, taking it all in, then Gino shrugged. ‘So what’s the down side of dragging?’
‘It’s a big lake, Gino,’ Magozzi reminded him.
‘An enormous lake,’ Iris amended. ‘It stretches from the county offices on one end, over to the back of Bitterroot property, all the way to the land behind mine. The cost would be astronomical. The worst part is that whether or not we found anything, the dragging operation itself would make people believe the worst, no matter what the results. If we found something, bad ending. And if we didn’t, a lot of them would say we just hadn’t looked in the right place. They’d never stop believing there were bodies in that lake, and politics still rule up here. I think they’d find a way to shut Bitterroot down.’
Gino blew out an exhale that almost moved his brush cut. ‘Really tough call. What are you going to do?’
‘I was hoping if I asked nicely, you’d tell me.’
Magozzi smiled a little, and then went serious. There were too damn many moral questions to this job. Most of the time you knew which side of the line you were supposed to walk, but sometimes, the road on one side of it looked just as crooked as the road on the other.
‘Shit,’ Gino grumbled when she left the car. Apparently she and Sampson were headed over to her place to wait for the BCA. ‘I sure as hell hope nobody ever asks us for advice again.’
‘Me too,’ Magozzi said as he shifted into drive and heard the snow crunch under the tires.
He was really depressed now. Iris had half bent getting out of the car, and he’d gotten a good whiff of her hair. Fresh air, no orange; so it wasn’t shampoo. Another unsolved.
30
Magozzi pulled out his cell and snapped open the cover. ‘Magozzi.’
Gino raised his brows when Magozzi pulled over to the shoulder and flipped on the emergency lights. This was not a good idea, especially on this narrow country road with snowbanks towering on either side. Gino wasn’t a hundred percent sure they were on the shoulder, or if the road even had one, and this was absolutely not like Magozzi.
‘Okay, Grace. Shoot.’
Well, that explained it. Gino leaned back in the seat and tried to relax. First thing was, he didn’t like to hear his partner say ‘shoot’ to a woman who carried all the time; second thing was his door was jammed up against one of the stupid snowbanks and he didn’t have a chance in hell of getting out when the car was hit by some bohunk driving a snowplow or a tractor or whatever the hell was going to come first.
‘Jeez, Leo, get someplace a little safer and call her back, would you?’
Magozzi was listening hard, and just raised his hand to shut him up.
Gino closed his eyes and waited to die. Christ. Sometimes men were so stupid he was sorry he was one. Magozzi would take a bullet for him any day of the week, but if Grace MacBride called, all bets were off. No sense.
‘Just hold it a minute, Grace. I’m in the car with Gino. I’m going to put you on speaker… okay? Start over.’
As if Grace would ever stop if someone told her to, because she was in the middle of a sentence.
‘… so this morning we finally managed to pull the whole chat thread I told you about that kept mentioning the Minneapolis snowmen. You need to see this. How close are you to Harley’s?’
‘That’s the thing. About sixty miles away, up in Dundas County.’
