Ed Gorman - Voodoo Moon
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- Название:Voodoo Moon
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- Год:2011
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It was four or five degrees cooler now. An autumn chill upon the land.
Sounds of frogs and snapping twigs and feet stomping into damp, silty sand.
Smells of night air and stands of jack pines and dirty polluted water, the trickle of creek carrying with it the stench of the factories it passed to the east, where industry was burgeoning and the creek was wide, deep, and fast.
Sights of deep shadow from the canopy-forming trees, then a burst of treeless moonlight suddenly, and then the angling shadow of soaring clay cliffs on our left.
And then, momentarily lost in the shadows, she cried, "Here!"
I caught up with her.
I clipped on the flashlight I'd brought along and shone it on a sandy area beneath an overhang of the embankment.
"In there?"
"Yes. Hurry. Please."
"You hold the flashlight."
She took it from me. Shone the beam on the exact spot.
I jammed the shovel into the wall just beneath the overhang and got to work.
The sandy exterior was only a half-inch deep or so. Behind it was good true Iowa soil. With plenty of tree roots, rocks, and tight-packed earth.
At one point, she said, "Oh, God, Robert. What if I'm wrong?"
"I'll just keep digging."
"What if nothing's there?"
I looked back at her. "You just hold the light steady."
"I'm sorry I'm so hysterical."
"You're not hysterical. Now just hold the light steady."
She held the light steady just fine. I dug another fifteen minutes.
It was still tough going. I began having the same doubts she did. The night was no longer cold. I was hot and sweaty.
Once, I thought I found something. She got excited and so did I. It turned out to be the edge of a piece of rather porous rock. I kept digging.
"We should've brought some pop or something for you."
"I'm fine."
"Aren't you getting discouraged?"
"No"
"You're just saying that."
"I'm going to give it another few feet. Then if we don't find anything, I'll get discouraged."
The flashlight blinked and went off.
"Great," she said.
"Give it here."
I did what mankind has always done with unreliable flashlights. Plan A, if you will. I pounded it hard against the palm of my hand. You need to show flashlights who's in command. That not working, I pounded it even harder. And that not working, I pounded it harder still.
"Let me try it," she said.
She went to mankind's flashlight plan B.
Opened it up, dumped the batteries out, hefted them a few times in her hand, and slid them back into the flashlight tube. She clicked the button on. Nothing.
"Screw it," I said. "There's enough moonlight."
And went back to digging.
Iwas about to give up when I found it.
At first, I wasn't even sure what it was. I held it up to the moonlight. Then I was all too sure of what it was.
A finger. Or the skeleton of one. An infant's finger.
The flesh had long ago decayed. The skeleton had been buried many years ago.
I scraped around in the burial site and found another piece of bone. This looked to be a piece of long bone. From a forearm perhaps.
I held it up to the moonlight again.
I said, "You were right."
"Now I'm not sure I want to be right." Then, "It's going to be a baby, isn't it?"
"Probably."
"I heard it crying. In my sleep, I mean. I saw this site and heard it crying. It must have been the night it was killed and buried here. And now here I am, happy that I found it and that my career is saved."
I took her arm. "You have to listen to me."
"All right." But she was still distracted with her guilt.
"I'm going to do a little more digging. Find another bone or two. Make sure there's more evidence here."
"Then what?"
"I'll call Susan Charles. Tell her to call the state crime lab right away. There's a very strict protocol for working with remains like this. The crime lab'll know what to do."
"What should I do?"
"Just give yourself a break, Tandy," I said. "You're a good woman. You really are. This may save your career. But it's also going to help solve a crime. Remember that. Whoever the child was who was buried here deserves a proper burial. And it wouldn't get it without you."
She stood on tiptoes and kissed me. "God, I'm lucky I know you."
Deputy Fuller didn't look any friendlier than he had when he'd chaperoned our meeting with Rick Hennessy in the police station the other day.
He arrived shortly after the first squad car. Even if I didn't like him, I had to admit he was a competent cop. He set up the crime scene efficiently and quickly.
I walked over to him as he was carrying fistfuls of evidence bags from the trunk of his car.
"Where's Chief Charles?"
"She's in Marshalltown."
"Oh? What's she doing there?"
He glared at me. "Speaking to a library group about modern law enforcement. Does that meet with your approval?"
There was no point in being friendly. Fuller and I probably wouldn't be prom dates anytime soon.
He started walking away, then stopped. "You're really going to push that load of shit on us?"
"Which particular load of shit are you talking about?"
"The spook gal."
"Tandy?"
"Yeah, Tandy. It just happened to come to her that there were some bones buried out here?"
"You want her bona fides, I can give you the names of several law enforcement people she's worked with."
"Some people'll believe anything. Even cops."
"Then how else could she have known about the burial site?" He went back to glaring at me. "That's what I plan to find out."
Over the next half and a half, the crime lab arrived, and so did Susan Charles.
The crime lab came in two vans, one for agents, the other for laboratory personnel.
Excavating the bones would be a delicate and painstaking process. In addition to the skeletal remains, they'd also be looking for any other ancillary evidence. The person who'd buried the body might well have dropped something in the process. I'd left the shovel and all the dirt I'd extracted right near the point where I'd dug.
Susan said, "Your friend is a celebrity."
Press was already here from Des Moines and Cedar Rapids, and several smaller towns. Unearthing bones wouldn't ordinarily have been treated like breaking news. But this involved not only a celebrity but also a so-called psychic.
Even the sky was suddenly busy. Helicopters from two local stations crisscrossed the crime scene. Every once in a while, a Highway Patrol chopper also appeared.
Susan looked great. White turtleneck. Dark brown suede car coat. Brown suede slacks. That intriguing ambivalence-arrogant beauty and disfiguring scar-was riveting as always.
"Fuller's a good man."
"Yes," she said, "except when it comes to public relations."
I smiled. "I guess I noticed that."
She looked around. There was a crowd now. Thirty, forty onlookers. Several cop cars. State. Highway Patrol. Local. And the press.
"Any idea who this might be?" I said. "Any infant missing in recent times? Kidnapping, anything like that?"
"Nope. I was thinking of that myself. Most likely-if I had to bet, I mean-it's probably a high school girl burying her illegitimate infant out here."
"Most likely."
"I'm glad my mother didn't do that to me."
"Yeah."
"That's the only thing I can't figure out about all the abortions in this country," she said. "I'm not a big pro-lifer. But why can't they just adopt their babies out? There are plenty of places that'd take them."
"They're young," I said. "They panic. I'm sure they think about what they did the rest of their lives." Then, "Anything more on Kibbe?"
"To tell you the truth, I got the call on this while I was still on the highway. I came right here. Didn't have time to stop at the office. When I get down there, I'll check the phone and the fax. If there's anything that looks like anything, I'll let you know."
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