Authors: Dana Stabenow
The bed was king-size. So was the tub in the master bath. Two drawers of the dresser were devoted to toys intended to be played with in both, some of which raised eyebrows all around.
There was a calendar hung over the kitchen counter, with a dentists appointment coming up on November second, and that was about it. Envelopes were tucked into the calendars pocket. Diana shuffled through them. Bills, electric, gas, garbage, telephone, all due at the first of the month. An Alaska Airlines Visa bill, carrying a thirteen-thousand-dollar balance and a two-hundred-dollar periodic finance charge.
In the spare bedroom, which didnt look as if it had seen much use, there was a plastic box with a handle on top, the size to fit letter-size files. Inside were Karens birth certificate, her high school diploma, her bank statements, the deed to the town house. Nothing looked out of the ordinary.
There was no clue as to who her most recent bed partner had been, but from what Diana had heard so far, you could pretty much throw a dart anywhere within the Newenham city limits and hit someone whod spent time between Karen Tompkins sheets.
She had interviewed Betsy Amakuk and her husband at Lydias house, although Betsy was nearly incoherent with grief. Shed lost a mother and a sister within the space of two days, so Diana didnt blame her. Her husband said theyd been home that evening, sorting through Lydias bills, which theyd fetched from Lydias house that morning, and writing Lydias obituary for the newspapers. Betsy had made a quick run back to her mothers house to look for Lydias birth certificate to run with the obituary, and had found Karen dead on the kitchen floor. No, they couldnt think of anyone who wished Karen harm. “She had a lot of boyfriends, Betsy had said in an exhausted voice. “She liked men, sure. But she wouldnt have stayed with anyone who threatened her, or hurt her.
Diana thought of the toys found in Karens house and reserved judgment.
She had interviewed Stan Jr. at his house, a ranch-style home with two bedrooms and one bath in the Anipa subdivision, painted forest green with white trim and a corrugated metal roof. Inside there was a lot of overstuffed furniture, a fireplace, a kitchen of near-sanitary cleanliness, a large bathroom with a soaker tub and terra-cotta tiles. It looked very comfortable, and very expensive. Stan Jr. was pale and tightly controlled. He shook his head when she asked him if he knew of anyone who might have wanted to hurt Karen. Hed seen her with a number of different men, most recently with Roger Hayden, who worked for the Newenham Telephone Cooperative.
“When was the last time you saw them together? Diana asked.
He thought. “About a month ago, I guess. They were having dinner at Bills.
Lastly, Diana had interviewed Jerry at his place, a cramped, barely one-bedroom apartment in a six-plex next door to the Last Frontier Bank. It was painfully neat, partly because it looked like Jerry didnt own much. He scurried into the bathroom after letting her in, probably flushing his stash down the toilet, and she wandered around, poking her nose into this and that. The kitchenette cupboards held four place settings of flowered melamine and a set of Ecko pots and pans. The glasses and flatware were from Costco, and it all looked brand-new. The refrigerator was almost empty but for half a loaf of cheddar cheese, a carton of eggs with one left, and a quart of two-percent milk with a week-old expiration date. The lesser part of a case of Rainier beer filled up the bottom shelf.
The bedroom held a full-size bed, neatly made with white sheets and a flowered comforter that no man had picked out. The dresser drawers were only half-full of underwear and T-shirts and socks, and a spare change of bed linens. The closet was echoingly empty, a blue suit, two lighter blue shirts, a pair of black oxford shoes, a pair of sneakers. The suit was inexpensive and so new it still sported a tag. Betsy had probably bought it for him for Lydias memorial service, scheduled for the following Saturday afternoon.
The baseboard heating clinked as it came on, and the smell of burning dust filled the air. She went back into the living room and sat down gingerly on the nubbed fabric of the hard, narrow couch. On the wall opposite was a velvet painting of the Beatles back when they shaved. Copies of
Alaska Magazine
were stacked in two neat piles on the press board coffee table. There was a stereo, in her opinion the only evidence of human habitation, and a collection of CDs, the Beatles, the Beach Boys, the Rolling Stones. Jerry was a rock-and-roll boy.
There wasnt a book on a shelf, or a family photo in a frame, or a birthday card or a graduation announcement on the refrigerator. Shed never seen a lonelier or unlovelier five hundred square feet in her life. It depressed her just to look at it.
The sound of the toilet flushing for the third time faded away and Jerry emerged from the bathroom, ostentatiously drying his hands on his jeans, and sat down on the matching nubby chair next to the couch.
“Im sorry to bother you so late at night, Diana said, “and Im sorry to have to ask these questions at a time like this, but can you tell me the last time you saw your sister Karen?
His thin, anxious face seemed to sink in on itself, but she couldnt tell if it was from grief for his sisters death or apprehension at having to deal with a cop. “Last night, I think. Or was it this morning? He stopped. “I cant remember, exactly. I cant believe shes dead. He leaned forward. “Are you sure shes dead, maam? I mean, couldnt you have made a mistake? Could it maybe have been someone else who got killed?
“Im sorry, Jerry. Its Karen. Your sister Betsy found her. Theres no mistake.
His eyes were shiny with tears. “She was so cute when we were little. I liked her best of all. We used to hide together from Bossy Betsy.
“Jerry, I really need you to concentrate. When was the last time you saw her?
“I dont know, he said helplessly. “I think Oh, wait. It was when we went to the lawyers.
“What lawyer?
“Ed. He wrote Dads will. And Moms. A tear rolled down his face. He smeared it with the back of one hand, leaving a shiny track down one stubbled cheek.
Diana made a note. “Did Ed read the will to you this morning?
“No, but he told us what was in it. As an afterthought, he added, “Karen was mad.
Diana sat up straighter on the very uncomfortable couch. “Mad about what?
“Oh, I dont know. Mom gave away something Karen wanted.
“Do you remember what it was?
He screwed up his face. “A picture, maybe? It was old. I didnt care.
He was lying; it stuck out all over him. Karen might have been mad about something, but it hadnt been a picture. “Betsy and Stan Jr. were there, too?
“Yeah.
Diana made a note. “Jerry, was anybody mad at Karen, that you know of?
“Nobody ever got mad at Karen, he said earnestly. “Everybody loved her. Why, every time I went over to her house, there was somebody there hugging her and kissing her.
Diana gave him a long, thoughtful look. He meant it, every word. “Do you remember who you saw there the last time you were at her apartment?
He shrugged, and she gave it up for the night. “Okay, Jerry, thanks. I might have to talk to you again. She got to her feet. “Are you going over to Betsys?
He looked at his feet. “I dont know.
Translated, that meant that he knew he usually wasnt welcome. “Shell want you there, and you shouldnt be alone. Ill give you a ride over. It was impulsive, and with this family she didnt know if Betsy really would want him, but she couldnt leave him alone in that cold, bare excuse for a home, mourning the loss of the only person left in his family who seemed to give a damn. Or at least Jerry thought she had.
She left him in Betsys driveway and returned to the post to type up her interviews. She hadnt discovered a hell of a lot about who might have killed Karen, but some areas of interest did present themselves.
Karen had been upset at the meeting with the attorney. Why? Neither Betsy nor Stan Jr. had mentioned it, only Jerry. She made a note to call them both in the morning, and Kaufman, too.
Karen slept around, most recently with Roger Hayden, the telephone guy. It was almost three oclock, and Diana was bone-tired. Shed call him in the morning, too.
Karen owned the town house free and clear, no mortgage. Unusual for someone so young, and so unemployed. She also had a very healthy bank balance. If it had all come from her father, and if the other three kids were in the same financial health, Stan Tompkins Sr. must have been a very good fisherman indeed. Diana made a note to ask Kaufman if Karen had a will. If Karen hadnt, as too many people of her age did not, it would be interesting to see where her money went. Shed call Brewster Gibbons, too, to get an update on Karens bank account. If Karen had so much money, why hadnt she paid off her Visa bill?
Either Special Agent James G. Mason was older than he looked, or hed had some excellent and intensive tutoring in the horizontal arts. Jo, deeply appreciative, lay flat on her back and stared at the ceiling while she waited for her vision to clear and her heartbeat to return to normal.
“I believe I have just discovered the secret of the universe, Special Agent Mason said. His head was at her feet.
She discovered she had enough energy left to laugh.
“But my thesis may require further investigation, he added, and crawled up the bed to flop down next to her.
Later they conducted a raid on the pop and candy machines down the hall, and curled up on the bed to tear into Doritos and Reeses peanut butter cups, and spiked diet Cokes with what was left of Special Agent Masons whiskey.
He touched an experimental finger to her skin. “You know you actually glow when you come?
“You roar like a lion. My eardrums will never be the same.
“Cant help it. Always do.
“Louder with me, though.
He grinned. “Oh, yeah. Way louder.
She leaned forward and caught his lower lip between her teeth. He angled his head. When she pulled back, she licked her lips and said, “Mmmm. Who taught you to kiss like that?
“Did the top of your head lift completely away? he said, as complacent as a twenty-seven-year-old special agent for the Federal Bureau of Investigation can be, stark naked and in bed with a newspaper reporter six years his senior. She pinched him and he caught her hand. “Behave yourself. Or at least wait until Ive finished my drink.
“Youre no fun. She stuffed pillows behind her and leaned up against the headboard. “You going back to Anchorage tomorrow?
“I dont know. Colonel Campbell hasnt said. He looked at her, amused. “Is this where I get pumped for information?
Jo put on her best Scarlett OHara voice. “Only if you want to be, sugar.
He reversed to sit next to her, and picked up her hand to trace the lifeline in the palm. “Im in a pretty good mood at the moment. Pump away.
“Why is Campbell so interested in that wreck?
“I dont know. I dont, Jo. I really am just along for the ride. Its not every day somebody so low on the food chain gets a ride on an F-15. My number came up and I lucked out.
“Thats you. What about him?
He linked their hands together. “Hes determined to haul out this wreck. I repeated everything that pilot friend of yours said to him, but he is determined. He paused.
“What?
“I think he was always going after it, even before the trooper said anything about the gold this evening. Colonel Campbell was on the phone all afternoon. Every time I tried to call him to find out when we were leaving the line was busy. After a while I figured it must be out of order and I went to his room. I heard him talking through the door. He kissed her hand.
“Dont stop there. He turned with a grin and kneed her legs apart. “I didnt mean that and you know it.
He kissed her, eliciting a long, low purr. “I do like the sounds you make when youre getting some, Dunaway.
Her toenail made a line up the back of his leg. “Tell.
He explored her ear with the tip of his tongue. “It sounded like Colonel Campbell was ordering up some kind of helicopter, one equipped for high altitudes, low temperatures and rough terrain, capable of hovering for long periods. And he wanted it stripped. One pilot, one loadmaster, and nothing else.
She shivered and bit his shoulder. “Room for cargo.
“Be my guess. His lips traveled to her earlobe.
“And this was when? She hooked one leg around his waist.
“This afternoon. About three oclock. He moved over her, settling fully into that good old standby, the missionary position, and smiled into her eyes.
She shifted her legs and slid her hands down to his ass. Her voice was a little breathless. “Four hours before dinner, when Liam told him about the coin, which seemed to trigger Colonel Campbells decision to recover the wreck, which he seemed until then to be willing to leave until next spring, or forever.
“Yeah. He sounded distracted, his attention elsewhere.
“Ahhhh, she said.
“Any more questions? he whispered.
“No.
“You sure? I can talk and fuck at the same time.
“Not tonight you cant.
“Jesus!
“Told you.
December 17, 1941
March says were making a special trip to Krasnoyarsk not a ferry job this time were bringing the same plane back instead of catching a ride. I asked Roepke and he said how did I know so I guess we are. I saw the CO talking to Roepke and they shut up when they saw me and the old man was pretty snappish when he told me to get back to work.
No letter from Helen. I wish I could call. I hate not knowing whats going on I hate it I hate it. I hope shes allright. I hope Moms with her.
I talked to Peter. Im going down to his house again tonight.
SEVENTEEN
He couldnt believe shed talked him back into the plane.
He couldnt believe the plane had actually made it back into the air. He couldnt believe it had actually managed to stay in the air over the river to Newenham. Most of all, he couldnt believe it had brought them safely back to earth, rolling out down the length of the one runway the Mad Trapper Memorial Airport boasted with the engine vibrating like a three-legged washing machine.