Killer View by Ridley Pearson Page B

Gail around. At least things are consistent. That’s a major improvement.” She picked some lint off her sweater. “Have you cleaned out her stuff?”
    Walt hit her with an icy stare.
    “I can’t, Myra. Not yet.”
    “That’s where it starts, Walt. I offered before: I can do this for you. You come home from work, it’s done.”
    He shook his head, pursed his lips. “No thanks.”
    “Open-ended offer.”
    “Let’s change the subject.”
    She stirred; he hoped she might get up and leave, but it wasn’t to be.
    “And what about the primary? What if you lose?” Myra asked.
    Walt closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He dreaded the election cycle. Every four years, like a plague.
    “Have you thought about what happens if you lose this election?”
    “Myra, I’m a little busy for this.”
    “It’s not as if there are other sheriff jobs in this valley. If you and Gail sell the house, and you end up unemployed, you’re going to be forced out of the valley like every other worker. Who can afford these prices anymore? Then what? Will the court let you take the girls out of state? Courts love the mother.”
    “The mother doesn’t want them.”
    “Not now, she doesn’t. But just wait until she sees you with another woman. Sees you happy. She’ll do anything to stop that.”
    “That’s not going to happen anytime soon,” he said.
    “Then it’ll be when you challenge her for custody. But the day is coming when she’s going to regret all this. Mark my word.”
    He swallowed that one away, hoisted a pile of pink messages. “I’ll figure it out. I’ve got a ton of work here, Myra.”
    “You need this election.”
    “I’ll give it more thought. We’ll talk about it at dinner.”
    She stood. No one could take that chair for too long. “You give me the word, I’ll have every trace of her out of that house in twenty minutes.” And she meant it.

11
    WALT WAS EN ROUTE TO RANDY A KER’S CABIN WHEN THE call came in. Kira Tulivich, the missing bridesmaid, was in Emergency at St. Jude’s. He reached Fiona and asked her to meet him there.
    “She wandered in through the front door about four-thirty this morning,” the attending desk nurse told Walt. “She didn’t know who she was or where she was,” the nurse continued, “and there was some confusion on our end in contacting you, as I understand it, because we thought we might be dealing with a minor. We’ve cleaned her up and examined her. Brought in a SANE nurse.” Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner. This told Walt all that he wanted to know. “She gave us her name about an hour ago. She’s nineteen. Doesn’t want her family notified, and we have to honor that.”
    “You do, but I don’t,” he said. “We’ll let them know.”
    The nurse seemed relieved. He placed a call to Nancy and asked her to inform the family. As Fiona came through the doors, he guessed they had fifteen to twenty minutes before the onslaught.
    They waited quietly in seats alongside a set of automatic doors that errantly reacted to the slightest motion. Walt felt paralyzed, reeling over Mark’s disappearance.
    A tall artificial tree stood in the corner of the waiting room, its dust-colored silk leaves looking pathetic. One of the seat cushions bore the artistic efforts of a child with a purple marker. The walls were covered in a sand brown corduroy fabric.
    “You’re awfully quiet,” she said.
    “I called the Hailey mortuary on the way up here. Mark’s never called.”
    They sat in silence. Walt checked his watch, then the wall clock, then his watch again.
    “I don’t love the idea of photographing this woman. Can’t the doctors do that?”
    “The nurses. Yes. You’ll only be shooting her face and hands and belongings. Believe me, the quality of their pictures leaves a lot to be desired, and you’re the best we’ve got.”
    “I’m the only one you’ve got.”
    “I have a hidden agenda: I’m required to have a woman deputy in the room with me, and