Navajo's Woman (3 page)

Joe noted a pained expression on Wolfe's face, as if Hunter's comment had somehow hurt him. But surely, no one would be hurt by a sincere compliment, would they?

"I should be going." Wolfe placed his half-empty bot-tle down on the tray atop the table.

"Yeah, me, too."Matt downed the last drops of his beer,then tossed the empty bottle to Joe, who caught it effortlessly in his left hand while continuing to hold his own bottle in his right.

"Yeah, it's about time I called it a night," Jack Parker said in his deep, Texas drawl, then scooted back his chair and got up.

The telephone rang just as Wolfe opened the apartment door. Not looking back, he made a hasty exit.

Jack Parker waved goodbye and followed Wolfe. Matt lingered in the doorway.

"Need a ride home, Denby?" He smiled, showing a set of movie-star teeth.

"You know Hunter's taking me home," she replied.

"Yeah, I know, but you can't shoot a guy for trying."

"Our Ellen can andwouldshoot you." Hunter chuck-led.

"You guys hold it down," Joe told them as he lifted the telephone receiver."Yeah, Ornelas here."

"Matt, you can give up trying," Ellen said, smiling. "I don't date Dundee employees."

"So how come Hunter can escort you around and I can't?" Matt leaned against the door.

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Joe covered the receiver with his hand, gave his com-panions a stern look and repeated, "Hold it down.

I can't hear what my sister's saying."

"Because Hunter is a gentleman and you're not," Ellen said softly, then nodded and waved to Joe, letting him know that she'd heard him, understood and would be quiet now.

Joe removed his hand from the mouthpiece. "Sorry about that, Kate, but I've got a few friends over tonight."

"You must come home, Joseph." Kate's voice held an edge of near hysteria and it wasn't normal for his sweet, easygoing sister to be this upset.

"What's wrong?"

"It's Eddie. He's in big trouble. We need you very badly."

"What kind of trouble is Eddie in?"

"Trouble with the—" Kate's voice broke "—the po-lice." She sighed. "He and Russ Lapahie are wanted for questioning in the murder of Bobby Yazzi, a man who is known for selling drugs to our children."

Joe's heartbeat accelerated. Eddie was in trouble with the police? He couldn't imagine anything so ridiculous. Not a good kid like his eldest nephew, who was a bright student, an obedient son and a hard worker, helping his father on the ranch since he'd been not much more than a toddler.

"You said that Eddie is wanted by the police. Where is he now? Why hasn't he turned himself in?"

"We don't know where he is. Eddie and Russ are both missing. They've run away—"

Kate whimpered, and Joe knew she was struggling with her emotions, trying to not break down and cry.

"Andi says that their running makes them look guilty," Kate said.

"Andi's good at finding people guilty." The mention of Andi's name struck a disharmonious chord in Joe.

He had spent five years trying to forget about the past, trying to put Andrea Stephens out of his mind.

"No, you misunderstand," Kate told him. "Andi doesn't think the boys are guilty. She knows they aren't capable of murder. She simply pointed out what is so obvious—that by running, Eddie and Russ have only made matters worse for themselves."

Ellen laid a hand on Joe's shoulder and whispered, "Is there anything we can do?"

"Hold on, Kate." Joe turned to Ellen."Yeah. I'm go-ing to need some time off. I have to go home. My nephew's in trouble."

"Take all the time you need," Ellen said. "If I or the agency can help, all you have to do is call me."

"Thanks."

"We'll let ourselves out." Hunter escorted Ellen to the open door, and they and Matt waved good-night,
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then closed the door behind them.

"I'll take the first flight I can get. The Dundee jet isn't available right now. I'll call you back when I've made arrangements."

"Ed and I will meet your plane."

"Be brave."

"Yes, I am trying."

Joe replaced the receiver when the dial tone hummed in his ear. He and Kate had been as close as a brother and sister could be. He was the younger sibling, but only two years separated them in age. She had married Ed Whitehorn when she was twenty and had given birth to her first child at twenty-one. The entire family had adored Eddie, such a beautiful, clever child. Until Joe had re-signed from the Navajo Tribal police force and left his home in New Mexico five years ago, he and his nephew had been the best of buddies. And even now, the two spoke often on the phone. He simply could not imagine how a good boy like Eddie could be involved in anyone's murder, even as a witness.Unless he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But why would Eddie have been anywhere near a known drug dealer? And why had the boy run away?

Russ Lapahie was the answer to all Joe's questions. J.T. had told him that Russell's son had been in and out of trouble ever since Russell's death.Trouble at school, trou-ble at home and trouble with the law.

"Doli can't do anything with him," J.T. had said. "And he won't listen to Andi, either. They're both 'just women,' as far as Russ is concerned."

Joe grunted.To think that he had been the one to advise Ed and Kate not to forbid Eddie to hang out with Russ. He had mistakenly hoped that his nephew would be a good influence on Andi's brother. Now, it looked as if he'd been wrong. The opposite had happened.

He couldn't deny that his bad advice had been prompted partly out of guilt. After all, if Joe had looked the other way and kept his mouth shut five years ago, when he had discovered Russell Sr. was covering up his brother-in-law's livestock smuggling ring, his former po-lice captain would still be alive. And Russ and Andi would still have their father. The way Joe figured it, he not only had to go home to help Eddie, but to help Rus-sell's son, too.

"I want those boys found!" The dark hand that slammed down on the desk bore several crisscrossed scars, reminders of a long-ago knife fight. A fight he had won. Three diamond rings sparkled on various fingers, each catching the light from the green-shaded lamp to his right.

LeCroy Lanza glowered at his subordinates, both men killers by instinct and training. In his line of work, it didn't pay to send out a boy to do a man's job. He wanted Russ Lapahie and Eddie Whitehorn found and taken care of so that neither boy could identify him. He'd seen Russ's face and had laughed silently at the boy's wide-eyed shock after he'd witnessed the murder. He had seen the shadow of another person behind Russ, but LeCroy hadn't been able to make out much. At the time, he'd thought the second kid was female. Apparently, it had been Eddie.

In retrospect, he realized that he should have sent some-one else to take care of Bobby Yazzi, the two-timing little son of a bitch. But LeCroy Lanza had a reputation to uphold. He was known for taking care of his problems personally. And Bobby had become a major problem. Who had he thought he
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was—lying and cheating, stealing from the man who'd set him up in business? Nobody cheated LeCroy Lanza and lived.

"Charlie, you find out where those boys went. Hire some trackers, if necessary. I'll call in a few favors and see if I can get any information that might help us." LeCroy gripped Charlie Kirk's shoulder. "I want those boys dead before they have a chance to talk to the po-lice."

Chapter 2

Joe hadn't been home in five years, although his job as a Dundee agent had brought him out west a couple of times. When he'd left the reservation three weeks after Russell Lapahie's suicide, he'd gone straight to Atlanta and had begun working for the Dundee agency. A couple of times his sister Kate and her family had come to Geor-gia to visit, and he kept in contact weekly by phone. And he and his cousin J. T. Blackwood e-mailed each other on a regular basis and spoke on the phone from time to time.

Otherwise, he had cut himself off from his past, from his people and from his heritage.

Did he ever miss his old life? Did a part of him still long to truly be one of theDine?Yeah, sure, in those dark, lonely moments when he had allowedhimself to remember, he'd longed to see theDinehtah.The land of the Navajo.He had been born here in New Mexico, on the reservation, and had grown to manhood within the closely knit family of his mother's clan, just outside the town of Castle Springs. He had been proud of his heritage and honored to become a member of the Navajo Tribal Police. Once, Joe had thought of himself as a good guy, a role model for other Navajo youths, and at times, even a hero. But his days of being a hero, in anyone's eyes, including his own, died along with Russell Lapahie.

His devotion to his family and his people had been the driving factor in his life, but all of that had ended the day Russell committed suicide. His friends, acquaintances and fellow officers seemed to forget that Russell had been the one who had betrayed his trusted position on the police force. That Russell had been the one who had committed a crime. During the worst of the maelstrom that infected their lives from the moment he arrested his captain until after Russell's funeral, Joe had begun to doubt himself. Had he been wrong to reveal the crime and arrest the culprit because that man had been his friend and a supe-rior officer? A lot of people seemed to think so.Including Andi, Russell's daughter. She had turned on Joe with a vengeance.

If she had stood by him, supported him, believed in him, would he have stayed in Castle Springs?

Maybe. After all these years, he wasn't sure anymore. Not about himself.And certainly not about his feelings for Andi. All he knew was that at some time during the past five years, his guilt and remorse over Russell's death had turned to anger. How could a man he had hero-worshiped have acted so dishonorably? Russell's actions had not only de-stroyed his own life, but altered the course of other lives.

Joe's.Andi's.Russ, Jr.'s.Doli's.Everyone who had loved and trusted Russell.

Joe could not help thinking how odd it was that he, a Navajo born on the reservation, who spoke Saad
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and had tried to follow the traditional ways, who had once worn a medicine pouch inside his trousers and kept a feather attached to the rearview mirror of his truck to ward off evil spirits, who had attended the Navajo Community Col-lege in Tsaile, had been forced to leave all that he cher-ished. And Andi, born and reared as abilagaana,had stayed on in New Mexico and embraced the heritage of a father she had barely known, of a people who had been strangers to her.

Whenever J.T. happened to mention Andi, Joe always managed to change the subject. He hadn't wanted to hear anything about her, hadn't wanted to know if she had married, if she'd had children. She was nothing to him.Less than nothing. But today he would have to see her again, come face-to-face with the woman who, if she had truly loved him, might now be his wife.

There was a stark, majestic beauty to his homeland.Mesas and canyons, wide valleys and narrow mountain ranges. On this drive from the police station to Kate's ranch outside Castle Springs, he felt more homesick than he had when he'd been far away in Georgia. In five years, he had almost forgotten what it meant to be a Navajo, even though by his appearance alone he proclaimed his Native American ancestry. In Atlanta, he had grown ac-customed to living a white man's life, which in many ways he enjoyed. He had once thought he could never survive in the outside world, the world to which Andi had belonged. Strange that he now felt like an outsider in his own land. When they had been dating, Andi had told him that she wasn't sure she could live on the reservation and adapt to Navajo life. Back then, he had thought their life-styles might be the only factor that could keep them apart.

The road leading from the highway to Kate and Ed's ranch lay just ahead on the right. They had lived in a trailer when he'd left the reservation, but three years agothey'd built a house in the middle of their land.

He and Kate shared acres of land that comprised the sheep ranch, and his own small house still stood several miles from his sister's.

Kate had offered to meet him at the airport, but he'd told her that he would just rent a car and drive out to their place. His first stop after landing in Gallup had been the police station in Castle Springs. He hadn't been sure what to expect, since most of the people working there had been his fellow officers five years ago. The reunion had been surprisingly friendly. The new captain and an old friend, Bill Cummings, had shared all the information they had on the Bobby Yazzi murder case.

"Do you really think that Russ and Eddie might have killed Bobby?" Joe had asked.

"I would like to believe that the boys only witnessed the murder," Bill had said. "Sometimes the innocent run, but... They are not helping themselves by trying to elude us. If they didn't kill Bobby, they should not have run."

Joe eased the rental car off onto the long, narrow road winding through the ranch land. He dreaded facing Kate, seeing the fear and agony in her eyes. Her first born was in danger, and she was powerless to help him. She was counting on her brother to save her son. Joe only hoped he could.

When Joe drew near the house—a clapboardpainted the color of golden sand—his sister and brother-in-law came out onto the porch. Kate lifted her hand to shield her eyes from the sun when she walked into the yard. She was a lovely woman.Short, slightly plump and exotically dark. A pair of faded jeans clung to her womanly curves.

The moment he parked, Kate ran toward him. He had no more than slammed the door shut when she stopped directly in front of him. Tears clouded her black eyes. He grasped her shoulders.