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."We survived the FBI Academytogether.""Two misfits," Rodney said."Back in the days when all FBI agents had blueeyes instead of just most of them." Rodney chuckled, but his eyes never leftChee."That's when I first learned that our friend here"-he indicated Leaphornwith a thumb-"has this practice of just telling you what he thinks you have toknow."They were at a table now and Leaphorn was ordering coffee.Now he lookedsurprised."Like what?" he said."What do you mean by that?"Rodney was still looking at Chee."You work for this guy, right? Or with him,anyway.""More or less," Chee said, wondering where this was leading."Now I'm onvacation."Rodney laughed."Vacation.Is that a fact.You just happen to be threethousand miles east of home at the same time as your boss.I think maybe I wasblaming Joe for something that's a universal Navajo trait.""What are we talking about here?" Leaphorn asked."About the Navajo Tribal Police sending two men"-he pointed a finger atLeaphorn and then at Chee-"two men, count 'em, to Washington, Dee, Cee, whichis several miles out of their jurisdiction, to look for a fellow which uslocal cops didn't even yet know there was a reason to be looking for.""Nobody sent us here," Leaphorn said.Rodney ignored the remark.He was staring at Chee."What time did you leave the Smithsonian last night?"Chee told him.He was baffled.How did this Washington policeman know he hadbeen at the museum last night? Why would he care? Something must have happenedto Highhawk."Which exit?"'Twelfth Street.""Nobody checked you out?""Nobody was there."Surprise again registered on Rodney's face."Ah," he said."No guard? No security person? How did you get out?""I just walked out.""The door wasn't locked."Page 96 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlChee shook his head."Closed, but unlocked.""You see anything? Anybody?""I was surprised no one was there.I looked around.Empty.""You didn't see a young woman in a museum guard's uniform? A black woman? Theguard who was supposed to be keeping an eye on that Twelfth Street entrance?"Chee shook his head again."Nobody was around," he said."Nobody.What's thedeal?" But even as he asked the question, he knew the deal.Highhawk was dead.Chee was just about the last person who'd seen him alive."The deal is"-Rodney was looking at Leaphorn now-"that I get a call from myold friend Joe here to check on whether there's any kind of report on a mannamed Henry Highhawk and I find out this Highhawk is on a list of peopleHomicide would like to talk to." Rodney shifted his gaze back to Chee."So Icome down here to talk to my old friend Joe, and he introduces me to you and,what do ya know, you happen to be another guy on Homicide's wish list.That'swhat the deal is.""Your homicide people want to talk to Highhawk," Chee said."That means he'salive?""You have some reason to think otherwise?" Rodney asked."When you said you had a homicide I figured he was the one," Chee said.Heexplained to Rodney what had happened last night at the Smithsonian."Back injust a minute, he said.But he never came back.I went out and wandered aroundthe halls looking for him.Then finally I went home.I called him at home thismorning.No soap.I called his office.The woman he works for was looking forhim too.She was worried about him."Rodney had been intent on every word."Went home when?""I told you," Chee said."I must have left the Twelfth Street entrance alittle before ten thirty.Very close to that.I walked right back to myhotel.""And when did Highhawk receive this telephone call? The call just before heleft?"Chee told him."Who was the caller?""No idea.It was a short call.""What about? Did you hear it?""I heard Highhawk's end.Apparently he had been trying to tell Highhawk how tofix something.Highhawk had tried and it hadn't worked.I remember he saidit'didn't turn on,' and Highhawk said since he was coming down anyway thecaller could fix it.And then they set the nine-thirty time and Highhawk toldhim to remember it was the Twelfth Street entrance.""Him?" Rodney said."Was the caller a man?"Page 97 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"I should have said him or her.I couldn't hear the other voice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."We survived the FBI Academytogether.""Two misfits," Rodney said."Back in the days when all FBI agents had blueeyes instead of just most of them." Rodney chuckled, but his eyes never leftChee."That's when I first learned that our friend here"-he indicated Leaphornwith a thumb-"has this practice of just telling you what he thinks you have toknow."They were at a table now and Leaphorn was ordering coffee.Now he lookedsurprised."Like what?" he said."What do you mean by that?"Rodney was still looking at Chee."You work for this guy, right? Or with him,anyway.""More or less," Chee said, wondering where this was leading."Now I'm onvacation."Rodney laughed."Vacation.Is that a fact.You just happen to be threethousand miles east of home at the same time as your boss.I think maybe I wasblaming Joe for something that's a universal Navajo trait.""What are we talking about here?" Leaphorn asked."About the Navajo Tribal Police sending two men"-he pointed a finger atLeaphorn and then at Chee-"two men, count 'em, to Washington, Dee, Cee, whichis several miles out of their jurisdiction, to look for a fellow which uslocal cops didn't even yet know there was a reason to be looking for.""Nobody sent us here," Leaphorn said.Rodney ignored the remark.He was staring at Chee."What time did you leave the Smithsonian last night?"Chee told him.He was baffled.How did this Washington policeman know he hadbeen at the museum last night? Why would he care? Something must have happenedto Highhawk."Which exit?"'Twelfth Street.""Nobody checked you out?""Nobody was there."Surprise again registered on Rodney's face."Ah," he said."No guard? No security person? How did you get out?""I just walked out.""The door wasn't locked."Page 96 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlChee shook his head."Closed, but unlocked.""You see anything? Anybody?""I was surprised no one was there.I looked around.Empty.""You didn't see a young woman in a museum guard's uniform? A black woman? Theguard who was supposed to be keeping an eye on that Twelfth Street entrance?"Chee shook his head again."Nobody was around," he said."Nobody.What's thedeal?" But even as he asked the question, he knew the deal.Highhawk was dead.Chee was just about the last person who'd seen him alive."The deal is"-Rodney was looking at Leaphorn now-"that I get a call from myold friend Joe here to check on whether there's any kind of report on a mannamed Henry Highhawk and I find out this Highhawk is on a list of peopleHomicide would like to talk to." Rodney shifted his gaze back to Chee."So Icome down here to talk to my old friend Joe, and he introduces me to you and,what do ya know, you happen to be another guy on Homicide's wish list.That'swhat the deal is.""Your homicide people want to talk to Highhawk," Chee said."That means he'salive?""You have some reason to think otherwise?" Rodney asked."When you said you had a homicide I figured he was the one," Chee said.Heexplained to Rodney what had happened last night at the Smithsonian."Back injust a minute, he said.But he never came back.I went out and wandered aroundthe halls looking for him.Then finally I went home.I called him at home thismorning.No soap.I called his office.The woman he works for was looking forhim too.She was worried about him."Rodney had been intent on every word."Went home when?""I told you," Chee said."I must have left the Twelfth Street entrance alittle before ten thirty.Very close to that.I walked right back to myhotel.""And when did Highhawk receive this telephone call? The call just before heleft?"Chee told him."Who was the caller?""No idea.It was a short call.""What about? Did you hear it?""I heard Highhawk's end.Apparently he had been trying to tell Highhawk how tofix something.Highhawk had tried and it hadn't worked.I remember he saidit'didn't turn on,' and Highhawk said since he was coming down anyway thecaller could fix it.And then they set the nine-thirty time and Highhawk toldhim to remember it was the Twelfth Street entrance.""Him?" Rodney said."Was the caller a man?"Page 97 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.html"I should have said him or her.I couldn't hear the other voice [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]