“In what way?”
“I’m sitting here studying the surveillance tapes,” Huffman said. “Over the years I’ve been around plenty of prison riots. This one simply doesn’t add up. I can tell that the action in the center of the room was clearly designed to pull attention away from what was happening in the far corner, which turned out to be a well--organized hit on two individuals.”
“John Lassiter and who else?”
“The other victim was a young guy from Sells, Max José. A priest showed up in the middle of all the mess, asking to see Max and saying that he had come, at Max’s mother’s request, to let him know that his two younger brothers had been murdered near Sells earlier today and that his youngest brother is missing.”
“Max is dead now, too?” Brandon demanded. “Are you kidding?”
“Unfortunately not, so here’s my question. Can you tell me if there’s any connection between the José family out in Sells and John Lassiter?”
“Not right off, Warden Huffman,” Brandon answered. “But if I come up with one, I’ll let you know.”
The GPS led Brandon to a house perched on the mountainside high above the rest of the city. The spectacular window--lined structure seemed to wrap itself around the contours of the mountain. A wrought--iron gate at the end of the driveway was open. He was about to turn in when an aid car, lights ablaze, came tearing down the drive. Brandon pulled aside to let it pass.
When he arrived at the front of the house, a fire truck was just departing. A woman in what appeared to be hospital scrubs stood on the front verandah, wringing her hands. Brandon got out of the Escalade and walked toward her. She turned on him. “Who are you?”
“My name is Brandon Walker,” he said. “I’m a friend of the family. I was hoping to speak to Mrs. Richland.”
“Mrs. Richland isn’t here. That was her husband in the ambulance. He had another stroke. They’re taking him to TMC. I’ve been trying to reach Mrs. Richland to let her know what’s going on, but she isn’t answering her phone. She’s probably out in the middle of the desert somewhere where there’s no signal.”
“Do you know where she was headed?”
“Their condo in San Carlos, down in Mexico,” the nurse answered. “I tried calling there, too. That was strange. When I spoke to the housekeeper, she had no idea Mrs. Richland was coming there today.”
“What kind of car does she drive?” Brandon asked.
“A black Mercedes S550.”
“Did you notify the authorities in Mexico and ask them to look for her?”
“Not yet. Do you think I should?”
“How bad off is her husband?”
The nurse bit her lip. “Pretty bad,” she answered.
“In that case,” Brandon said, “if I were you, I’d make that call.”
CHAPTER 24
NOW SHINING FALLS, WHO WAS neither all asleep nor all awake, lay in a place where the water was very deep. She was not able to move much, but she still held Little White Feather tightly in her hand.
Evil Giantess came to look for the girl, but Owl was free. His feet were no longer tangled in her hair. Owl spread his wings over the water and made it very dark so Evil Giantess could not see Shining Falls lying beneath it.
Finally Evil Giantess gave up and went away.
The next morning the White--Winged Doves went to the village and called and called. At last Shining Falls’s mother heard them call and followed them to the big water hole, which is always full of water. It was daytime when they arrived, so Owl was asleep.
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