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352 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 2014
I lounged, or tried to lounge, on the couch, as if relaxed. Truth is, I was jumpy as a feral cat in a cage. Seeing Sixkiller touch Aquila in the van had messed hard with my sense of reality. If only he and I were seeing the eagle, what did that mean? Or had I imagined that he was scratching the bird?
Chance interrupted my crazy thoughts by entering and planting her backside on the seat opposite. She carried a small tablet, which she prodded at with the dexterity of a lame cow.
‘I want you to tell me about last night, beginning from when you went back into the Park to get your phone. We have everything on the Park cams up until then.’
I retold my story to make out that the person who stabbed the dead guy had already disappeared when I arrived. Y’know … rather than say he turned into a bird and flew away!
‘Then why are there only two sets of footprints?’ asked Chance. ‘Yours and the dead guy’s.’
I laughed. ‘Footprints? In the desert. You are shitting me.’
‘We can tell more than you think.’
‘People come and go through that Interchange all the time.”
‘But you just happened to go back into the park without any monitoring devices?’
‘I was in a hurry to get to the airport.’
‘Aaaah, yes. Mr Sixkiller.’ Chance began tapping notes into her tablet. ‘So you claim to have never met the deceased before?’
‘Which deceased?’
‘Which one would you prefer to tell me about?’