“He was clear with the state by eighty-four.”
When Claudel left to search out LaManche, I went back to my reading. I was on my second trip to the library when I ran into the chief.
“Big day yesterday, Temperance?”
“
“I’ve just given him a preliminary on Monsieur Catts.”
“Any surprises?”
LaManche pooched out his lips and waggled his fingers. Maybe yes. Maybe no.
“What?”
“I found no gunpowder on the hands.”
“Were they bagged?”
“They were.”
“Shouldn’t powder be present if he fired a gun?”
“Yes.”
“How can that be?”
LaManche lifted one shoulder and both brows.
Charbonneau rounded out my morning’s list of callers.
“Menard and Catts knew each other,” he said without preamble.
“Really.”
“I managed to locate one of Menard’s former profs at Cal State–Chico. Guy’s been teaching since Truman started redecorating the White House, but his memory’s primo. He put me onto one of Menard’s old girlfriends. Woman named Carla Greenberg.”
The name meant nothing to me.
“Greenberg’s on faculty at some small college in Pennsylvania. Says she and Menard dated their first year of grad school, then she left for Belize. Menard didn’t land a job on the dig, or on any other project, for that matter, so he stayed in Chico that summer. When Greenberg got back Menard was spending most of his time with some guy in Yuba City.”
“Catts?”
“Our hero.”
“How did Catts and Menard hook up?”
“They look alike.”
“Come on.”
Charbonneau held up a hand. “I’m not making this up, Doc. According to Greenberg, people kept telling Menard some pawnbroker in Yuba City was his dead-ringer double. The archaeology students liked to prowl this guy’s shop, being as he wasn’t overly rigid about laws pertaining to antiquities, if you catch my meaning.”
“And?”
“Menard went for a look-see and the two became buds. At least that’s the story Menard laid on Greenberg.”
“That sounds preposterous.”
“Greenberg e-mailed this.”
Charbonneau handed me a color photo printed on computer paper. In it three people stood arm in arm on a pier.
The woman was squat and muscular, with straight brown hair and wide-set eyes. The men flanking her looked like bookends. Both were tall and thin, with wild red hair and freckles gone mad.
“I’ll be damned.”
“According to Greenberg, Menard spent less and less time in Chico, eventually blew off the program. She was wrapped up in her thesis that fall and never really gave him much thought.”
“Could you find anyone in Yuba City who remembered Catts?”
“One old couple. Still live in a trailer next to the one Catts rented.”
“Let me guess. Nice young man. Quiet. Kept to himself.”
“You’ve got it.”
Charbonneau reclaimed Greenberg’s picture and looked at it as one might look at a turd on the lawn.
“Luc and I are going to spin down to Vermont, flash the pic, see if we can goose a few memories.”
After Charbonneau left, I dialed Anne’s cell.
I tried working my way through the journals the librarian had pulled for me.
