From Leon’s house, it was a twenty minute trip back to the City-County building in the Soo. I thought about him the whole way, what he had said, and not said. I had cost him his job once. Now that he had finally set himself up as a private investigator again, here I was asking him to dump his only paying customer. I suppose I couldn’t blame him for refusing to throw away his lifelong dream, even though I did feel like wringing his neck.
When I got back to the police station, I saw Bennett and his son coming out the door. Bennett was blinking in the sunlight, like he had been working in a coal mine all morning.
I caught up to them before they got into Ham’s car. “Bennett, are you all right? Where’s Jackie?”
“Jackie and Gill already left,” he said. “I think I got the extra-special treatment today.”
“They made bail already?”
“The judge was already here,” he said. He looked at the residue of fingerprint ink on his fingers, and then wiped his hands on his pants. “He arraigned them and set ten-thousand-dollar bonds. Mine was twenty.”
“Did you have a lawyer here?”
“Why would I need a lawyer?”
“Because you got arrested, Bennett. That’s why you need a lawyer.”
He kept looking at his hands and then wiping them on his pants again. It wasn’t doing much good. “I don’t need a lawyer to tell them they’re full of shit. I can do that all by myself. Alex, I could really use a beer about now. How about you?”
“Let me just ask you a couple of questions,” I said.
Bennett looked over at his son. “More questions,” he said. “Just what I need.”
“It’s important,” I said. “I’m just trying to help out here.”
“I know, Alex. Go ahead.”
“What did the police ask you about?”
“I seem to recall my Explorer coming up in conversation,” he said. “Like about seven hundred times.”
“Did they tell you why they were so interested in it?”
“They gave me the general idea. It sounds like my car had just as much fun as I had that night. It’s impounded, by the way.”
“What about your house? Did they find anything there?”
“No,” he said. “They just took the car.”
“When Jackie and I got to the game, your car wasn’t there. Am I right?”
“That’s right.”
“How did you get there?”
“Usually, Gill comes and picks me up. But that night, he called me and told me he might be a little late. So I said, no problem, I’ll have my wife drop me off, she was coming over this way anyway. Gill was still planning on giving me a ride home afterwards.”
“You never drive to poker games yourself?”
“No, Alex, not if I can help it. My night vision isn’t so hot these days. And if I happen to have a drink or two while I’m playing, well…Let’s just say as a bar owner I’ve seen enough people with no business getting behind the wheel.”
“All right, that makes sense,” I said. “It explains a lot. Now, is it possible that somebody else was driving your car that night?”
He looked at his son again. “Yeah, this is what I tried to get across to those guys in there,” he said. “I’m not sure if they bought it or not. You see, my wife and I have this bad habit of leaving the keys underneath the driver’s seat. We used to have two sets of keys, but we lost one of them. Which was a pain because we’d both be busy doing stuff around the bar, and one of us would have to run out and get something, you know, so we just started leaving the keys in the car.”
“You go to the hardware store,” Ham said. “They make you a copy. It takes ten minutes.”
“Thank you, Mr. Smart Guy,” he said. “I didn’t know that. They can actually copy keys, huh?”
“I’m just saying.”
“I know I should have gotten a new key, okay? I just never got around to it.”
“All right, all right,” I said. “Did anybody else know that you and your wife were doing this?”
“Hell, I don’t know. I suppose I’ve mentioned it to people before, you know, friends in the bar.”
“How about the poker gang?”
He thought about that one. “Yes,” he said. “As a matter of fact, I did. I remember, because somebody told me that was a great way to get the car stolen, and I said something like, fine with me, I wouldn’t have to make the payments anymore.”
“Okay,” I said. “That could be important.”
“Are you thinking…” he said. “Wait a minute, are you thinking that somebody else from the poker gang used my car that night? Or else they got somebody else to use my car that night? ’Cause obviously they couldn’t have used it themselves, not if they were there. Except for Swanson, I mean.”
“What about Swanson?” I said.
“Swanson? Are you kidding?”
“I’m just asking. You tell me. Could he have done this?”
Bennett put his hands on the hood of Ham’s car, staring at his reflection in the finish. “Swanson?”
“Watch the car,” Ham said. “You’re gonna get that ink all over it.”
Bennett took one look at his son and then tuned him out. “Swanson set us up?” he said.
“ Somebody set you up, Bennett. You and Jackie and Gill. I’d like to find out who did it.”
He looked up at me. “How are you gonna do that?”
“I have no idea,” I said. “But that never stopped me before.”
“I really need that beer, Alex. Come on over to my place, we’ll talk about this.”
“I’m gonna take a pass right now,” I said. “I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Okay, Alex, you do that. But make sure you stop by later, you hear me?”
“I will, Bennett. You guys go on home.”
He looked up at the building. “You heard the man,” he said to his son. “Let’s get away from this place.”
I sat in the truck and watched them leave. I stayed there a while, thinking everything through. It seemed like a high-risk move to add to the whole equation, “borrowing” Bennett’s car for the getaway.
Or was it? They knew Bennett would be at the poker game. They knew his wife would be covering at the bar. They knew that the keys would be in the car, or at least they knew it was a good bet. With Bennett’s car, not only do they maximize the setup, there’s nothing to trace back to them, no danger of their own car getting stranded at the scene if something goes wrong. Hell, Leon had almost done that himself. Imagine coming out and seeing your getaway car blocked in the driveway?
But damn, the whole thing still sounds so professional, like somebody who really knows what he’s doing, covering all the bases.
No kidding, Alex. Think about the way they acted in the house. The coordination, the disguises-they did have a master plan, and they executed it perfectly.
Now all you’ve gotta do is figure out who made it all happen.
I took out the piece of paper Leon had given me, with the phone numbers for Douglas Swanson and Kenny Heiden. I tried Swanson’s office number first, got his secretary and found out he’d be in court most of the day. I told her I’d call back later. When she asked me for my name, I hung up.
Then I tried Kenny. There was no answer at his home number-no surprise at this time of day. I told him I wanted to ask him a couple of questions, and to please call me when he got in.
Finally, I called Gill, and left the same message.
It actually occurred to me to call Chief Maven, ask him about that Canadian license plate. That’s when I knew I was going overboard. Just take it easy, I told myself. If you get impatient, you’re gonna drive yourself crazy. You’ve done what you can so far. Let the rest come to you.
One more call, I thought. Thank God for cell phones, even if you only use them once every two months. Even though I knew I’d be seeing him soon, I called Jackie’s number. Jonathan answered.
“How’s he doing?” I said. “Is he there?”
“He left, Alex. He said he was gonna go walk on the beach.”
“Walk on the beach? Since when does Jackie walk on the beach? Since when does he walk anywhere?”
“Hey, that’s what he said. I figured he had a tough enough day, he can do whatever he wants.”
“Did he say anything about it? What happened at the station?”
“Not a word.”
“Did he happen to mention what they found in the house?”
“No, Alex. He’s not talking about it.”
“We’ll see about that,” I said. “When he comes back, tell him I’ll be there in a little while. Don’t let him go anywhere else.”
“If I tell him that, he’ll go back out again. Just on general principle.”
“Sit him down and make him a drink,” I said. “I’m sure he can use one. I’m on my way.”
I hung up the phone and threw it on the passenger’s seat. Just as I was pulling out of the parking lot, it rang. I picked it up.
“Alex, this is Gill.”
“I’m glad you called me back,” I said. “How did it go?”
“Pretty routine,” he said. “These felony arrests are getting monotonous.”
“I’m glad you can joke about it. Any chance of me asking you a couple of questions?”
“I don’t see why not.”
“You know, I’m still in town here. I was gonna go back to Paradise, but why don’t I swing by your place first?”
“Do you know where it is?”
I thought about the videotape. “Yeah,” I said. “I know the way.”
“You’ve never been here before, have you?”
“No, never,” I said. “But I’ve seen the movie.”
You can see the Kewadin Casino from halfway across town. It’s easily the biggest building in the Soo, and it sits over on the east side, on land that was carved out of the city and given to the Sault tribe. As I drove past it, I couldn’t help noticing how many cars were parked in the several acres of asphalt surrounding the place. There was one special parking lot on the side, just for RVs-there had to be a couple hundred of them. All the summer people who came through here, almost all of them ended up at the casino at least once.
There was a health clinic right across the street, then the Big Bear Arena, all fruits of the casino money. The whole scene looked a lot better in the bright sunlight, as opposed to the grainy dark video I had watched in Leon’s living room. I followed the route I remembered seeing, turning after the casino into a new neighborhood they had built in its shadow. I knew a lot of the people who worked at the casino lived in these new houses, including Gill.
Gill was sitting outside on his front porch when I got there. He had a big glass jug filled with lemonade sitting on the table waiting for me. I sat in the empty chair, looked out at the street with him for a few minutes, and at the casino a half-mile away. We sat in the shade, drinking lemonade as a soft breeze came down the street to us. It would have been a perfect afternoon if not for the fact that Gill was sitting here only because he had made bail. I almost didn’t want to mention it. But that’s why I was there.
“What did the police ask you?” I finally said.
“They didn’t get the chance to ask me much of anything,” he said. Looking down at the remains of the ink on his hands, he wiped his pants with them, just as Bennett had done. “My lawyer was there practically before I was. They did most of the talking to him.”
“What did they say to him?”
“They wanted to know who did the actual breaking and entering,” he said. “They wanted the men with the guns. They made it clear to my lawyer that any cooperation on my part would be very much appreciated.”
“What did your lawyer say to that?”
“He said that I would love to cooperate in any way possible, but that I had nothing to give them.”
“What did they find in your house?”
He looked at me for a moment. “They found some artifacts,” he said. “Apparently, they came from Vargas’s house.”
“That’s all they found? No money?”
“Just the artifacts, Alex. They were on my porch when I got home that night-the night everything happened.”
“What did you do with them?”
He looked back out at the street. “Well, you’ve got to understand a couple of things. First of all, I wasn’t thinking clearly. I had been held hostage, lying on the floor, at gunpoint… Well, you know what I’m talking about, of course. You went through the same thing. By the time the police got done with us, it was what, after one in the morning? When I finally got home, there was this box next to my side door. To tell you the truth, and this is what my lawyer told the police chief today, I honestly had no idea where it had come from. Remember, Alex, all of this had just happened. And here’s this box by my door when I got home. I assumed someone had left it there that day, and I just hadn’t seen it. I don’t go out that side door too often. Or else they had left it that evening, when I was out. I certainly wasn’t thinking that it was stolen from Vargas’s house. It felt like I had just been there five minutes before. How would it even get to my house so quickly?”
“So you open the box…”
“Yes.”
“You didn’t recognize the artifacts? I mean, you’d seen them before, right? That night, when he gave me the tour, you said you had already done it.”
He let out a small laugh. “He gave me the tour, maybe three months ago, the last time we played at his house. Now that I’ve had time to think about it, yes, I suppose I should have recognized that stuff. It just didn’t stand out in my mind.”
“I would have thought him having that stuff would have really bothered you.”
He laughed again. “Alex, let me tell you something. All that Ojibwa stuff he had up there? It was essentially worthless. A couple of pieces were interesting, although they weren’t in very good shape. I suppose the museum at the community college would take them, but I’m sure they wouldn’t exhibit them. They were too damaged.”
“You’re kidding me.”
“You know the best part? You remember that oar he had in his case, right in the middle?”
“Yeah, the one that looked really old,” I said. “With the carvings.”
“That oar was not old, first of all. You take a wooden oar and you drop it in fresh water, it’s going to disintegrate. Salt water is a different story, but fresh water, after one year it’s going to look like that oar in his display case. And those carvings? Please, Alex. It looked like somebody had been horsing around with a knife, some kid maybe, or some old guy who was sitting around on his porch all summer. Sort of like me.” He smiled at that, and stopped talking long enough to take a long sip of lemonade. “Of course, I don’t sit around ruining my oars with fake carvings.”
“Was that oar in the package you got?”
“I would have recognized that oar,” he said. “And gotten another good laugh at it. No, it was falling apart in that case, I remember. I don’t imagine you could move it.”
“This is good,” I said. “I’m glad you’re telling me this.”
“You know what’s really good,” he said. “Imagining that Vargas paid somebody a ton of money for that oar, thinking it was some sort of authentic Ojibwa relic.”
“I see what you mean,” I said. “But what I’m thinking is, this proves you had nothing to do with this. Because why would you? The stuff’s worthless.”
“Worthless in a material sense,” he said. “It did belong to somebody. But yes, you’re right. It would not have been worth stealing.”
“And the fact that somebody would leave it at your house can only mean one thing…”
He looked at me with those dark, careful eyes, waiting for me to finish my thought.
“You were set up,” I said. “Whoever did this thought it would look incriminating to you, to have this stuff found on your premises.”
He thought about that one, slowly shaking his head. “There was someone here again,” he said. “Last night.”
“Do you know who it was?”
“I was at the casino,” he said. “My neighbor saw somebody, right here on this porch. We all look out for each other, you understand.”
“What was this person doing? Did your neighbor get a good look at him?”
“No, he didn’t. He moved like a man, that’s all he knows. He said he was here one moment, and then gone. He just disappeared.”
“Something strange is going on here,” I said. “Somebody’s playing games with us. With all of us.”
“Cat and mouse,” he said. “And you want to know who the cat is, don’t you…”
I looked him in the eye. “That’s the idea.”
“I know why you’re doing this. Jackie is the best friend you have in this world.”
“I’m doing it for all three of you.”
He smiled. “It’s okay, Alex. No matter why, I want you to know how much I appreciate it.”
“Don’t thank me until I get somewhere.”
“I have no doubt you will,” he said. “Jackie talks about you all the time. He says you’re the most stubborn man who ever lived.”
“The pot calling the kettle black, that’s what that is.”
“Have you seen him since this morning?”
“No, not yet. I’ll go there next.”
“Tell him not to worry,” he said. “Tell him he has a good friend watching out for him.”
“I’ll do that,” I said. I thanked him again, and then I left, going back out past the casino, and then west, out of town, into the woods, heading back home to Paradise.
It was cat and mouse, like Gill said. And I had one more mouse to talk to.