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lane down there。 A couple of other vehicles； including the coroner's wagon and a Jeep Cherokee that probably belonged to the victim； were parked at the stone cabin。 The pilot had barely enough room to put the chopper down in the clearing。 Even before the engine died and the sun…bronzed rotors began to slow； Lem was out of the craft； hurrying toward the cabin； with his right…hand man； Cliff Soames； close behind him。
Walt Gaines； the county sheriff； stepped out of the cabin as Lem approached。 Gaines was a big man； six…four and at least two hundred pounds； with enormous shoulders and a barrel chest。 His corn…yellow hair and cornflower…blue eyes would have lent him a movie…idol look if his face had not been so broad and his features blunt。 He was fifty…five； looked forty； and wore his hair only slightly longer than he had during his twenty years in the Marine Corps。
Although Lem Johnson was a black man； every bit as dark as Walt was white； though he was seven inches shorter and sixty pounds lighter than Walt； though he had e from an upper…middle…class black family while Walt's folks had been poor white trash from Kentucky； though Lem was ten years younger than the sheriff； the two were friends。 More than friends。 Buddies。 They played bridge together； went deep…sea fishing together； and found unadulterated pleasure in sitting in lawn chairs on one or the other's patio； drinking Corona beer and solving all of the world's problems。 Their wives even became best friends； a serendipitous development that was； according to Walt； 〃a miracle； 'cause the woman's never liked anyone else I've introduced her to in thirty…two years。〃
To Lem； his friendship with Walt Gaines was also a miracle； for he was not a man who made friends easily。 He was a workaholic and did not have the leisure to nurture an acquaintance carefully into a more enduring relationship。 Of course； careful nurturing hadn't been necessary with Walt； they had clicked the first time they'd met； had recognized similar attitudes and points of view in each other。 By the time they had known each other six months； it seemed they had been close since boyhood。 Lem valued their friendship nearly as much as he valued his marriage to Karen。 The pressure of his job would be harder to endure if he couldn't let off some steam with Walt once in a while。
Now； as the chopper's blades fell silent； Walt Gaines said； 〃Can't figure why the murder of a grizzled old canyon squatter would interest you feds。〃
〃Good；〃 Lem said。 〃You're not supposed to figure it； and you really don't want to know。〃
〃Anyway； I sure didn't expect you'd e yourself。 Thought you'd send some of your flunkies。〃
〃NSA agents don't like to be called flunkies；〃 Lem said。
Looking at Cliff Soames； Walt said； 〃But that's how he treats you fellas； isn't it？ Like flunkies？〃
〃He's a tyrant；〃 Cliff confirmed。 He was thirty…one； with red hair and freckles。 He looked more like an earnest young preacher than like an agent of the National Security Agency。
〃Well； Cliff；〃 Walt Gaines said； 〃you've got to understand where Lem es from。 His father was a downtrodden black businessman who never made more than two hundred thousand a year。 Deprived； you see。 So Lem； he figures he's got to make you white boys jump through hoops whenever he can； to make up for all those years of brutal oppression。〃
〃He makes me call him 'Massah；' 〃 Cliff said。
〃I don't doubt it；〃 Walt said。
Lem sighed and said； 〃You two are about as amusing as a groin injury。 Where's the body？〃
〃This way； Massah；〃 Walt said。
As a gust of warm afternoon wind shook the surrounding trees； as the canyon hush gave way to the whispering of leaves； the sheriff led Lem and Cliff into the first of the cabin's two rooms
Lem understood； at once； why Walt had been so jokey。 The forced humor was a reaction to the horror inside the cabin。 It was somewhat like laughing aloud in a graveyard at night to chase away the willies。
Two armchairs were overturned； upholstery slashed。 Cushions from the sofa had been ripped to expose the white foam padding。 Paperbacks had been pulled off a corner bookcase； torn apart； and scattered all over the room。 Glass shards from the big window sparkled gemlike in the ruins。 The debris and the walls were spattered with blood； and a lot of dried blood darkened the light…pine floor。
Like a pair of crows searching for brightly colored threads with which to dress up their nest； two lab technicians in black suits were carefully probing through the ruins。 Occasionally one of them made a soft wordless cawing Sound and plucked at something with tweezers； depositing it in a plastic envelope。
Evidently； the body had been examined and photographed； for it had been transferred into an opaque plastic mortuary bag and was lying near the door； waiting to be carried out to the meat wagon。
Looking down at the half…visible corpse in the sack； which was only a vaguely human shape beneath the milky plastic； Lem said； 〃What was his name？〃
〃Wes Dalberg；〃 Walt said。 〃Lived here ten years or more。〃
〃Who found him？〃
〃A neighbor。〃
〃When was he killed？〃
〃Near as we can tell； about three days ago。 Maybe Tuesday night。 Have to wait for lab tests to pinpoint it。 Weather's been pretty warm lately； which makes a difference in the rate of deposition。〃
Tuesday night 。 。 。 In the predawn hours of Tuesday morning； the breakout had occurred at Banodyne。 By Tuesday night； The Outsider could have traveled this far。
Lem thought about that…and shivered。
〃Cold？〃 Walt asked sarcastically。
Lem didn't respond。 They were friends； yes； and they were both officers of the law； one local and one federal； but in this case they served opposing interests。 Walt's job was to find the truth and bring it to the public； but Lem's job was to put a lid on the case and keep it clamped down tight。
〃Sure stinks in here；〃 Cliff Soames said。
〃You should've smelled it before we got the stiff in the bag；〃 Walt said。 〃Ripe。〃
〃Not just 。 。 。 deposition；〃 Cliff said。
〃No；〃 Walt said； pointing here and there to stains that were not caused by blood。 〃Urine and feces； too。〃
〃The victim's？〃
〃Don't think so；〃 Walt said。
〃Done any preliminary tests of it？〃 Lem asked； trying not to sound worried。 〃On…site microscopic exam？〃
〃Nope。 We'll take samples back to the lab。 We think it belongs to whatever came crashing through that window。〃
Looking up from the body bag； Lem said； 〃You mean the man who killed Dalberg。〃
〃Wasn't a man；〃 Walt said； 〃and I figure you know that。〃
〃Not a man？〃 Lem said。
〃At least not a man like you or me。〃
〃Then what do you think it was？〃
〃Damned if I know；〃 Walt said； rubbing the back of his bristly head with one big hand。 〃But judging from the body； the killer had sharp teeth； maybe claws； and a nasty disposition。 Does that sound like what you're looking for？〃
Lem could not be baited。
For a moment； no one spoke。
A fresh piny breeze came through the shattered window； blowing away some of the noxious stench。
One of the lab men said； 〃Ah；〃 and plucked something from the rubble with his tweezers。
Lem sighed wearily。 This situation was no good。 They would not find enough to tell them what killed