Free Fire - C. J. Box [114]
“Quintero Brevas,” Joe said, reading the label of his cigar, “Habana.”
“Yup.”
“I’m not going to ask how you got them,” Joe said. “Just like I’m not going to ask you what you do to make a living.”
“Wiser that way,” Nate said, nodding in agreement, the red cherry of the cigar bobbing in the dark. “That way you’ve got plausible deniability. You need that. You’re a man of the law. At least you used to be. I’m not exactly sure what you are now.”
“I’m beginning to wonder that myself.”
"Governor Rulon’s private detective,” Nate said. “Range Rider Number One.”
While nate read over the thick printouts Marybeth had brought from her Internet search, Joe fast-forwarded through the entrance gate videotapes on his laptop from the East, Northeast,and South gates, looking for black SUVs.
“Thanks for taking the girls hot-potting,” Joe said.
“My pleasure.”
“You mending fences with Sheridan?”
Nate smiled. “She’s tough. But we’re getting there.”
“Did you two talk about falconry?”
“Let’s put it this way,” Nate said. “As I was handing her a towel when we were done, she asked about the peregrine.”
“That’s not nothing.”
“You’re right. Once those birds get in your bloodstream, they never get out.”
Joe struggled to concentrate on his screen and the images.He felt as if he were running on fumes. He was beyond tired from the full day of sightseeing and the night before spent in the hospital, but he was determined to see this through. If he stopped for even a minute, he thought, he would collapse with exhaustion. That wouldn’t do, because he felt he needed to keep the investigation moving forward. He’d learned over the years that often the thing that solved a case, especially one like this, with so many aspects and floating facts, was simple and unrelentingforward motion. By pushing ahead, even if he didn’t know exactly where he was going, he sometimes forced a reactionfrom the conspirators that might reveal them.
The moon was a perfect thin slice of ice-white in a thick soup of stars that hardened as the temperature dropped near freezing. Although Nate was still warmed to the core from hot-pottingand wore a fleece vest over his denim shirt, Joe was bundled in the hooded Carhartt coat he had worn on the LongbrakeRanch in the winter. He could feel exploratory fingers of cold pushing up his pant legs and down his collar. The cold helped him stay awake.
By his estimate, he had looked at more than three hundred vehicles thus far on his screen. Although that was a lot of cars, he knew he was lucky that the three days he was viewing were so late in the season and the number of visitors was at its lowest. Yellowstone received 3.5 million visitors in the summer, and he could only imagine the traffic count in mid-July. Of the three hundred-plus he had looked at, there were thirteen dark SUVs. Of the thirteen, six were black. Five of the six had Wyoming plates. He bookmarked each of them before proceeding, since he had no idea how many target vehicles he’d end up with after looking at the whole tape.
The camera angles from each gate were different, he noticed. The focus from the Northeast and East gates was more on the licenseplates, so the vehicle and registration could be identified later if the driver failed to pay the entrance fee or had commercialcargo and didn’t declare it. The South Gate camera had a wider field of vision and included not only the plate but also the grille and front window. If the glass wasn’t tinted in the vehicle, he could see the driver and passenger, and sometimes faces peeringover the front seat from the back. Joe had no idea what the vantage points at the North and West gates—from Demming’s missing computer—were. He was under the assumption that whoever had bushwhacked her had entered the park from one of those two entrances, which is why they took her computer.
Which meant that he was probably wasting his time.
Nevertheless, he continued until he was through. Then he went back to study the shots he’d marked. All were from the South gate, via Grand Teton Park and Jackson. He remembered a ranger in the Gardiner