right away. Bad enough to break in, but not bad enough to try to crawl through one of those windows.
I went back to the front door and leaned against it. It seemed solid. It’s hard to build a good cabin, I thought, but it’s easy to buy a good door. I had a set of lock picks, but they were back in my cabin. Plus I had no idea how to use them.
Leon. He could do it.
I went back to the truck, took off my gloves, picked up the cellular phone, and called him. “Leon,” I said, “I’m outside somebody’s cabin. He was a teammate of Bruckman. I think he might have had some connection to Molinov and his men. From what Bruckman told me, he might have at least known about them.”
“Sounds promising,” Leon said. “What’s your plan?”
“My plan is for you to come out here and pick the lock,” I said. “We might be able to find something useful. Phone numbers, addresses, who knows what.”
“That would be breaking and entering,” he said. “Unlawful trespassing.”
“Are you coming out here or not?” I said.
“I’m on my way,” he said. “Give me the address.”
I gave him the address. “Just look for the freshly plowed driveway,”. I said.
I put my gloves back on and held my hands down by the heater until they stopped hurting. Then I sat back and waited. I figured it would be a twenty-minute drive from Leon’s house in Rosedale. He was there in eighteen.
He pulled up in his little red car and jumped out. “You rang, partner?”
“Right this way,” I said. I led him to the front door.
“Nobody can see us,” he said, looking around the place. There was nothing but trees. “This is good.”
“Can you get in?”
“Let’s see,” he said. He went down on one knee and gave the doorknob a rattle. “Hold this flashlight.”
I took the flashlight from him and aimed the beam at the doorknob.
“The trick to picking any lock is applying the right degree of tension,” he said. “You do this by first choosing the correct size tension bar.”
“Leon, save the lesson for a warm day, okay? Just get the door open.”
“Such gratitude,” he said. He put a tension bar into the lock with one hand, and then with a pick in the other hand he started to work at the tumblers. “It’s kinda tricky. It’s hard to get a good feel for it in this cold.” He blew on his hands and tried again. “Damn, I’m losing the feeling in my hands.”
“Are you gonna be able to do this?” I said.
“Have no fear,” he said. “I just have to warm my hands up. Let’s go sit in your truck for a minute.”
We went back to the truck. He held his hands down by the heater, rubbing them together. “That’s good,” he said. “That’s very good. Let’s go give it another shot.”
We went back out into the cold, back to the door. He went down on one knee again and set the tension bar, working more quickly this time. “I’m losing the back tumbler,” he said. “It won’t stay put by the time I get up to the front.” He worked at it for a few more minutes. In the faint light I could see him gritting his teeth. “Goddamn it all,” he said. “I’m losing my hands again. I almost had it! Let’s go back to the truck.”
We went back to the truck again. He warmed up his hands again. Then we got out of the truck and went back to the door.
“All right, this time I’m going to get it,” he said. He worked at the lock. I could hear the faint ticking of metal against metal until the sound was swallowed by a gust of wind. “Almost there,” he said. “I’m almost there.”
“Leon, this isn’t going to work,” I said. “Come back to the truck.”
“Wait,” he said. “Wait…” He worked at it. “Wait…” The pick fell from his hand. “Damn it! All right. Let me warm up my hands one more time.”
We went back to the truck. “Let’s go through the window,” I said.
“I can do this, Alex. Give me one more shot.”
I put the truck in gear. “I’ve got a better idea,” I said.
“What are you doing?” he said.
“I’m gonna pull the truck up to the front of the house,” I said. “We can climb up on the plow and go right in.” I pulled off the driveway and started plowing a path to one of the front windows. When I had pushed my way to within five feet of the cabin, my wheels started slipping. I slammed it in reverse and backed up to the driveway again.
“Alex,” he said, “be careful.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. I put the truck back in drive and started down the path to the window. I gave it a little extra this time, just enough to punch my way through the last few feet of snow.
I gave it too much. When I tried to hit the brake, my boot with all the snow on it slipped right off the pedal. I tried again and hit the gas pedal instead.
“Alex, look put!”
I slammed all twelve hundred pounds of snowplow into the side of the cabin. The wall caved in. The window frame hung from a corner for a second and then fell on top of the plow. Then the roof buckled, sending a full load of snow onto my windshield. We couldn’t see a thing.
Neither of us said anything for a long moment.
“Well, this is one other way of getting in,” I said.
“Alex,” Leon finally said. “Have you lost your mind?”
“I knew this was a cheap cabin,” I said.
He choked out a few words, unable to put a sentence together.
“Come on,” I said. “As long as we’re in.” I opened my door.
“As long as we’re… I cannot believe this.”
I stepped around the snowplow and into the cabin.
I stopped.
Leon came up behind me. “Do you have any idea what’s going to happen to us if…”
He stopped.
There was a body in the center of the room. On the floor.
Another body in a chair.
Blood.
Blood everywhere.
Old blood. Dried hard and black. The body on the floor spread out, face up. A man. What was left of the face. A man.
The body in the chair slumped over. Long hair. A woman.
Blood everywhere.
I couldn’t see the woman’s face. The hair hanging down to the floor like a final curtain.
Blood everywhere.
Leon swallowed hard next to me. “Sweet Jesus,” he said. “Let’s get out of here, Alex.”
I couldn’t move.
“Come on, Alex. Let’s go.” I felt his hands on my arm. “I said let’s go.”
I turned around and went back to the truck. I opened the door and got in. Leon was still outside the truck, wiping the snow off the windshield. When he finished and got in the truck, I turned the key in the ignition. There was a sudden grinding sound that went right through me.
“The truck is already running, Alex. Put it in reverse.”
I put it in reverse. As I pulled backwards, part of the wall came with it. In the beam of the headlights, we could both see into the cabin. The light hit the blood and somehow made it come alive again, a brilliant shimmering red.
“Nice and easy,” he said. He sounded calm. “Look where you’re going. Right back to the driveway.”
“I got it.”
“Keep going,” he said. “Straight back.”
“Okay, I got it.”
I moved back slowly, all the way back to his car. “Oh God,” he said when I had stopped. His calm was gone. He started to rock back and forth in the seat. “Holy God in heaven.”
