“Drug mules do that all the time. They either stuff plastic bags of drugs up their anuses, or else they swallow them.”
“And very often the bags burst and the person dies when all those drugs enter their body.” She glanced sharply at him. “Is that what you think? That she was a drug runner?”
“That would be the easy answer, but I’m not sure it would be the right one,” he replied. “And there’s something else.”
“What?”
“Why didn’t Walt Southern highlight this fact for us? It was literally buried in his report. And there were no pictures of the cuts to those organs. And when I asked him if there was anything out of the ordinary, he replied in the negative.”
“You think he didn’t believe it was important?”
“Any pathologist worth his or her salt knows about contraband being carried in the body.”
“I guess that is odd. So what do you think?”
“Did he intentionally not highlight it, or take pictures, thinking we would just take his word and not look too closely at the pathology report?”
“But why would he do that? Wait, do you think he killed her? That would explain the way she was cut up. He would have just performed two autopsies on her.”
“Southern cutting her up like that would be really the only way we would suspect someone like him. So why would he do it that way, unless he wants to be caught?”
“No, I don’t see that happening, either,” commented Jamison.
“So let’s go back to the question of what she might have been carrying inside her.”
“I guess we could hearken back to the days of the Cold War. She could be a spy and swallowed a microfiche dot loaded with government secrets.”
When Decker didn’t respond to this, she added, “I’m just kidding. She’s too young to have been part of the Cold War.”
“But why wouldn’t that be plausible? We have a pretty sensitive government facility right in the neighborhood.”
Jamison said slowly, “Since we don’t know her past, it could be she was a spy.”
“And maybe the reason she came here was to spy on the Douglas S. George Defense Complex. But she’s been here a year,” he added, looking puzzled.
“Meaning what took her so long?” said Jamison.
Decker nodded.
“How . . . was doing what . . . what you did?” she asked.
“I never want to do it again.”
“So what now?”
“Bogart hasn’t gotten back to me. If we can’t get at her past from the Bureau’s side, we need to try from another angle. She was here a year. Someone might have seen or heard something suspicious about the lady.”
“So, we talk to people? But we already did that.”
“I think some of the people we’ve talked to have been less than forthcoming. And Colonel Sumter was stonewalling us the whole way.”
“But how do we get him to talk? He has the DoD behind him. He has to follow orders.”
“I’m not sure. So for now we keep pushing ahead on other paths. We met one local titan with Stuart McClellan. Maybe we should meet the other.”
“Caroline’s dad? I guess he might know something useful.”
“Well, for one thing, he was the one to hire Hal Parker to get the wolf that had killed his cattle. So the body was presumably found on his property.”
“Do you think he knew Irene Cramer?”
“That’s one of the first things I’m going to ask him.”
* * *
They got Kelly to join them and he gave directions to Hugh Dawson’s estate.
Kelly eyed Decker, who sat in the front seat next to Jamison. “So why the interest in Dawson? You never said.”
“We’re just trying to get the lay of the land at this point.”
“Okay, that really tells me nothing.”
Jamison added, “We’re not trying to play coy, Joe. We’re looking around for some traction on this case. We’ve talked to the military and the Brothers and people who knew Cramer. We talked to Caroline Dawson and we ran into the McClellans, so we’re rounding it out with Hugh Dawson.”
“When did you see the McClellans?”
“At the restaurant at our hotel,” replied Jamison.
“Both of them?”
He sounded so puzzled that Decker turned to look at him. “Yeah. Why? Is that unusual?”
Kelly shrugged. “Stuart, as a rule, doesn’t frequent places owned by Hugh Dawson.”
“And the son?” asked Jamison. “Shane McClellan looked to me like he was head over heels for Caroline.”
“Shane’s a nice guy. Not what you would call an intellectual, but he’s got a good heart.” He added in a more subdued tone, “And you’re right, he’s got it bad for Caroline. Has since we were kids.”
“But that would be a problem, considering the fathers are business rivals,” noted Decker.
“Sounds like Romeo and Juliet,” interjected Jamison.
“Or the Hatfields and McCoys,” replied Decker.
“I think you might be closer to the mark with that one,” said Kelly. “But though they don’t get along, and they are sort of in a pissing contest like Ida Simms said, they’re not exactly true rivals either. Hugh’s businesses service Stuart’s workers. That actually helps both of them.”
“And what about Shane’s mother?” asked Jamison.
“Katherine McClellan died a while back. Cancer. She and Shane were really close. A lot closer than he and his old man. After that, it was just Shane and his father. Not the best of situations. Katherine acted as a buffer between the two. After she was gone, well, it wasn’t pretty.”
“Sounds complicated,” said Jamison.
Kelly nodded. “It is.”
“I take it you and Shane are friends. You’re close to the same age.”
“We all went to high school together. Caroline too. Yeah, we were all good friends. Pretty much inseparable.”
“Getting back to the case, Hal Parker was hired by Hugh Dawson,” said Decker. “To hunt down a wolf?”
“Yep.”
“Wolves are a problem around here?”
“They certainly can be. Them and wild dogs. Coyotes, mountain lions. They can devastate a herd.”
“What else can you tell us about Hugh Dawson?” asked Decker. “You said he was big and gregarious but could take your head off if need be.”
“That’s pretty much all you need to know about the man. I’ll leave it to you to form your own impression when you meet him.”
“And you said his wife died in an accident?” said Jamison.
Kelly nodded. “It was really tragic. The worst sort of accident, because it was like a perfect storm of connected events. Maddie Dawson was caught in her car in a blizzard and died from carbon monoxide poisoning.” Kelly shook his head. “Fortunately, she probably would have gone unconscious before she knew what was happening. Still a helluva way to go.”
“Yeah,” said Decker. “But a lot better than what happened to Irene Cramer.”
“IT LOOKS LIKE the house on the TV show Dallas, only twice the size.”