C. Box - Nowhere to Run

“I agree, but what?”

“I’m not sure. I’m not sure at all. But I could do a little research.”

Joe grinned. “I was hoping you would say that.”

Marybeth had assisted in a number of cases over the years. Joe found her a clear-eyed and determined researcher, a bulldog with a laptop. And she wasn’t shy about making calls, either, and at times posing as someone else so she could get answers to questions. Joe was equally proud and a little frightened of her ruthlessness. She got information no one else seemed to be able to find, and she got it quickly. He hoped he never gave her a reason for her to turn her guns on him .

“Will you be able to stay in range?” she asked. “I’ll call you back as soon as I have something.”

“I’ll try,” he said. “There are dead spots ahead, as you know.”

He could hear computer keys clicking in the background.

“Wow-this looks like a target-rich environment,” she said, already distracted.

“What have you found?”

“I’ll call later,” she said, hanging up.

As he slowed down to take Exit 187 off I-80 south toward Baggs, Joe checked to make sure he still had a strong phone signal. He didn’t want to miss Marybeth’s return call.

“Okay,” Nate said after an hour of silence since they’d left Rawlins and the governor, “this new development about the Clines puts a whole new angle on the situation.”

Joe grunted, noncommittal.

Nate said, “From the standpoint of the Cline Brothers, they hunt, they fish, they go back to subsistence level. No doubt they even maintain some contacts with some of their kind around the country. And believe me, there’s more of them than you’d think and the numbers are growing by the week. Have you been into a sporting goods store the last two years? It’s impossible to find ammunition-it’s sold out. Folks are hoarding, getting ready for something bad to happen.”

Joe chose not to respond. He knew it was true. If he didn’t have channels through the department to buy bullets, he wasn’t sure where he would get them. Shelves in retail stores had been picked clean.

Said Nate, “Things are going on out here in the flyover states nobody wants to talk about.”

Joe shook his head. “You’ve been thinking about this for a while.”

Nate said, “Yes, I have. Hanging out in Hole in the Wall gives me plenty of time to think.”

“Maybe you should get out more,” Joe said.

“I don’t even think it was the lack of an license so much,” Nate said, ignoring Joe. “It was your threat about seeing them in court. You were telling them, in effect, that the jig was up. You just didn’t realize what buttons you were pushing.”

“No,” Joe said, “how could I know that?”

Said Nate, “You couldn’t. But you are stubborn.”

“Yup, when it comes to doing my job. Besides, they stole that guy’s elk, too.”

Nate shrugged. “From their point of view, those hunters were in their territory and they didn’t bother to ask permission. It’s all a matter of how you look at it.”

“This is going nowhere,” Joe said. “We can’t have the rule of law if people can choose which laws they want to obey based on their philosophy and point of view.”

“Agreed,” Nate said. “Which is why the big laws ought to be reasonable and fair and neither the people nor the government should breach their trust. But when the government decides to confiscate private property simply because they have the guns and judges on their side, the whole system starts to break down and all bets are off.”

“Do we really want to have this discussion?”

Said Nate, “It might lead us into dark places.”

“Yup.”

“Speaking of dark places, where are you going to spread the ashes?”

“I have no idea,” Joe said. “I hardly knew him. I don’t know of any special places he liked except for barstools.”

“You can’t just drive around with him back there,” Nate said.

“I’ll think of something.”

Nate nodded and changed the subject back.

“One thing, though,” he said, pushing his seat as far back as it would go so he could cock a boot heel on the dashboard, “These boys may be losers, but damn . This is what happens when the government gets too big for its britches. Some folks get pushed out and they get angry.”

“You sound sympathetic to them,” Joe said.

Nate said, “Damned straight.”

“Great,” Joe said.

“I’m sympathetic to outliers among us,” Nate said. “I’m kind of one myself.” Then he paused and looked over at Joe, and said, “Government man.”

Joe said, “Quit calling me that.”

They were rolling down the hard-packed gravel road into the forest, racing a plume of dust that threatened to overtake the cab, when Marybeth called back. Joe snatched his phone from the seat between them and opened it. Nate looked on, interested.

“It wasn’t hard to find a connection between Caryl Cline and Diane Shober,” Marybeth said. “In fact, it was so easy I’m amazed others haven’t been there before us.”

Joe said, “We don’t know they haven’t been.”

“Agreed. But it might also be an instance where no one has thought to look.”

“Go on,” Joe said. “Are you saying the two of them were associated with each other?”

“I can’t confirm it,” Marybeth said, “but it looks like they had the opportunity to meet each other at least once.”

“When and where?” Joe asked.

She said, “I just did a simple Google search with both of their names. I came up with a bunch of hits, but in most cases the names are used in the same essays or news roundups during that year. Except for one instance.”

“Fire away,” Joe said.

“Caryl and Diane appeared on the same local cable news show years ago. They were both in Detroit the same day. It wasn’t as if they were interviewed together. According to the schedule, Diane was on at the top of the hour to talk about her chances to make the Olympic team and Ma Cline was on at the bottom of the hour to talk about what it felt like to lose her appeal to the court. Like I said, they weren’t on together and I found the YouTube clips to confirm that, but they very likely could have met in the green room before the show. Maybe they struck up a relationship there that continued.”

“Goodness,” Joe said, his mind swirling, marveling how simple it been for Marybeth to investigate and come up with positive results.

She said, “So we’ve got a Michigan connection now between the Cline Family, Diane Shober, and Brent Shober. This is getting interesting, Joe.”

“Yup,” he said. Then: “This thing between Diane and Brent. It smells bad. I can see the basis of real animosity there.”

Marybeth said, “Me, too. The guy is more than a creep. He’s obsessed with her.”

“And the Clines somehow connect with both of them,” Joe said.

“Maybe Diane and the Clines figure they’ve got a common enemy,” Marybeth said.

“Can you keep looking into it?” Joe asked. “See if you can find anything that links them up further?”

“I doubt we’re going to find anything as public, but I’ll do some advance searches and get creative. I’ll also start adding in the Cline Brothers and see what we get.”

Joe briefed Nate on what Marybeth had found.

Nate nodded his head, said, “The dispossessed.”

Joe said, “Talk about pure speculation, Nate.”

“Trust me on this. These are my people,” Nate said, only smiling a little.

The Sierra Madre defined the muscular horizon of the west and south, and they appeared to flex slightly into the blue as Joe and Nate approached them. Joe used his service radio to call ahead to contact Sheriff Baird’s office. The county dispatcher put him through directly to Baird’s vehicle. Joe expected an immediate rebuke for being back in his county. Instead, the sheriff sounded relieved. “Are you close?” he asked.