Dance of the Bones

There was no explanation of why he had left Arizona, moved to Seattle, and changed his name. Yes, Ken Mangum had done time in jail on a DUI charge—-presumably the same one that had cost him his driver’s license. That meant that his fingerprints were probably on file somewhere, too, but he’d never been arrested again or linked to any other crimes, and the skeletal remains found at the crime scene hadn’t included fingerprints.

Mangum/Myers had died in Seattle. That meant solving the homicide was still Seattle’s responsibility. Once the cops there reached out to Arizona law enforcement in an attempt to notify the next of kin, cops in Arizona weren’t required to do anything more. In other words, the unsolved case was now cold twice over in two separate jurisdictions. With that in mind and given Seattle PD’s lack of enthusiasm for solving bum--bashing cases, I didn’t hold out much hope that it would ever be solved. Not by me, not by Seattle PD, and certainly not by Ralph Ames’s cold case group, TLC.





CHAPTER 21




THE WHITE--WINGED DOVES—-THE O--OKOKOI—-CIRCLED AROUND until they found Evil Giantess guarding the sick girl who was holding Little White Feather in her hand. The doves knew that there was nothing they could do right then, so they went to a cave on Baboquivari to hold a council and decide what to do.

None of the O--okokoi could come up with a plan, but Turtle overheard them talking. He said that the way to help Little White Feather was very simple. Evil Giantess watched Shining Falls all day, but Ho’ok O’oks herself had to sleep at night. Turtle said that the doves must find one of the white--feathered -people who was awake at night. Then Turtle suggested that since Owl—-Chukud—-was sleeping in the cave, the doves should ask him for help.

Since it was the middle of the day, it was hard for the doves to wake Owl. They had to shout at him and pull his feathers, but eventually he opened his eyes and said, “Whoo, Whoo.”

Then the doves told Owl that one of the White Feathers was in trouble and he must help. After Owl heard the story, he agreed that he would go to Evil Giantess and try to steal away the girl who was holding Little White Feather.

You see, nawoj, my friend, that Owl, too, had many white feathers. If Ho’ok O’oks had used any of the Black Feather tribe or the Blue Feather tribe when she put Shining Falls to sleep, Owl would not be able to awaken her.

DURING HIS THREE--PLUS DECADES IN the Arizona State Prison, John Lassiter had seen any number of wardens come and go. The weak--kneed ones tended to go sooner than later. Most had been honorable men who did the job to the best of their abilities. Some had been downright corrupt.

The current one, Warden Edward Huffman, was right at the top of Lassiter’s warden scorecard sheet. He was tough but fair in the way he handed out rewards and punishments. He had demoted or removed guards who were found to be dealing drugs, goodies, or bribes on the side and had done his best to motivate the ones that remained. He had instituted policies that made it easier for impaired prisoners to exist inside the system. He had found ways to stretch the food budget so things that actually resembled real food and vegetables ended up on the dining room serving trays. At his direction, the evening meal, served at the early hour of four P.M. on Saturday afternoon, was usually pot roast—-pot roast with gravy that actually tasted like gravy rather than brown--colored flour.