Castile met us at the door.
“Where’s your wife?” I said, stepping inside.
“She was tired, “ he said. “Had a headache, wanted to be by herself a while.”
“I told you to stay together.”
“You didn’t say that.”
“I said it.”
“We just searched the lodge, remember? There’s nobody in here but us.”
Janet was huddling behind me. Shivering.
“What’s wrong with her?” Castile said.
“She didn’t like what I just told her,” I said.
“What did you tell her?”
“That I saw Richie in the shed.”
“What’s he doing there?”
“Not much. He’s under a tarp with his throat cut. Ear to ear. Like a great big smile.”
“Jesus,” Castile said.
“Take me up to your wife.”
“She’s resting, I said.”
“Take me up there. Now.”
“Okay,” he said, and turned to lead the way. I hit him in the back with the crow bar.