Agent Ren Bryce Thriller Series Books 1-3: Blood Runs Cold, Time of Death, Blood Loss. Alex Barclay
Bob: it was snowing when they were taking the bodies down, but there was no snowfall later that night. So, something was up there after the body was recovered, but before this morning.’
Colin and Cliff came over.
‘I don’t know,’ said Colin. ‘It’s either shadows in the snow. Or it could or critters.’
‘Yeah,’ said Cliff.
‘What do you think?’ said Robbie, squeezing Ren’s shoulders, looking over them.
‘Could there have been a dog up there last night?’ said Ren.
‘And if there was?’ said Colin.
Ren shrugged. ‘I don’t know, but it’s interesting.’
‘Why?’ said Colin.
‘Jesus. Did you drive your mama nuts when you were a kid?’ said Ren. She ignored the smart-ass face she could see reflected in her laptop screen. ‘And look,’ she said, pointing again to the photo, ‘right around here, there are other markings too, little disturbances in the surface.’
‘It’s just … I’m wondering why those paw prints – if that’s what they are – would matter a damn,’ said Colin. ‘What – you think some other dog already found the body?’
‘No,’ said Ren. ‘I mean, you looked all over that snow when you went back up, right? You would have noticed if something had been dug up, covered over. You couldn’t hide that. You would have seen where a shovel had tamped down the snow. It would be harder. And there was no snowfall to cover it up after.’
‘Yeah,’ said Colin. ‘That’s my point.’
‘And my point is that paw prints up there are interesting,’ said Ren.
‘And possibly completely irrelevant,’ said Colin, walking away. The others moved back to their desks.
Ren went to close iPhoto, but she hit a folder and sprung open a screen full of her and Vincent’s smiling faces – alone or hanging out with their friends. They were holding up random objects, bending over furniture, pointing at things, flashing wide grins. She smiled. And felt miserable. She scrolled slowly through some more, but every one tried to draw emotions from places she had locked up.
‘Where’s Gary?’ she said, closing her computer.
‘With Bob and Mike,’ said Colin. ‘I think they just got back to Bob’s office.’
Ren got up and went in to them, forcing herself to take a bottle of water with her.
Bob was alone on a phone call. He smiled at her and gave her the signal he was nearly done. She grabbed a Jolly Rancher from a bowl by the window and sat down. The television was on a shelf behind her, silent but tuned to the news. Bob finished up.
‘So, how you doing?’ he said.
‘I’m fine. I’m fine,’ said Ren.
‘Good.’
‘I believe we didn’t get much up there today.’
‘We got nothing.’
‘I saw the photos,’ she said. ‘It looked like maybe a dog had been up there already.’
Bob gave her a big-deal shrug.
‘Who knows?’ she said. ‘So … why do you think the body was left on Quandary Peak?’
‘Because that’s where she was killed,’ said Bob, deadpan.
‘Jurisdiction-wise, the Sheriff’s Office has got the unincorporated parts of the county. Anything not in the township is yours, right?’ said Ren.
‘Right,’ said Bob. He paused. ‘Aha – you’re saying this could be a killer who just wants me to take charge of the investigation, knowing that the case will never be solved …’
Ren laughed. ‘Shame on you. But you know what I mean about Quandary Peak.’
He shrugged. ‘It might have some significance. Or it might not.’
‘I’d understand if they were going to throw the body down a mine shaft,’ said Ren, ‘it’s a good place to dump a corpse. Not convenient, though. But leaving it just laying there …’
‘We don’t know where that body started out,’ said Bob.
‘Yeah, but it’s not likely it was in a mine,’ said Ren. ‘The killer would have to be some mean weightlifting, skiing, Houdini.’
‘It could have been opportunistic,’ said Bob. ‘Someone’s up there, runs into her, kills her.’
‘If I was hiding out in below freezing, I’d be too numb to pounce on anyone. I don’t know, but I guess I’m imagining a struggle between two people in snowsuits, like inflatable Sumo wrestlers. It wouldn’t be easy.’
‘Not everyone wants easy. And not everyone kills in slim-fitting clothing.’
Ren smiled. ‘And no body, no trace, no prints …’
‘Yup. The lab is not going to be our friend on this one.’
‘But time is,’ said Ren, standing up. ‘Can you get all your guys together?’
‘Sure.’
‘OK. I’ll get Gary, we’ll go talk to them. I’d like them to be very visibly all over town right away. Plagues of locusts. We have agents coming in from all over, but me, Colin, Cliff and Robbie will be working out of here for as long as we need to.’
‘Is that so?’ He smiled.
‘If you’ll have us …’ she said, smiling back. ‘Oh, and if your guys could report back to me directly, that would be great.’
Her cellphone rang. ‘Excuse me for one second,’ she said.
‘Agent Bryce, hello – it’s Patrick Transom here.’
‘Oh, hello, Mr Transom.’ She looked up at Bob and shrugged.
‘I was speaking with Sheriff Gage and I know that Jean’s body hasn’t been found. He said the next step was just to wait. That’s a very hard thing to do. Have you or does the FBI have a different view on that?’
‘I’m afraid not,’ said Ren. ‘Nature isn’t helping any of us on this one. We went up as soon as we could, and that’s all we can do right now.’
‘OK,’ said Patrick. ‘OK. Uh … I was down at the trailhead and I saw you leave early. I didn’t get a chance to go over and talk to you. I was just wondering if there was somewhere important you needed to be …’
What? ‘I’m sorry, I …’
‘Oh,’ said Patrick, ‘just that – were you called away from the scene to, I don’t know, investigate a lead or something?’
Jesus Christ. ‘No, I wasn’t,’ said Ren.
‘OK. Then why –’
‘My colleagues have given me a full report of their visit to Quandary Peak, Mr Transom. And I have another meeting to attend now, I’m afraid.’
‘Sheriff Gage said that there was no trace evidence found.’
‘Yes,’ said Ren. ‘I’m sure you can appreciate the massive disturbance of an avalanche. But despite what …’ you see on television ‘… you might think, very few cases are solved because of trace evidence. It’s usually down to good old-fashioned investigation. And as you know, we have the best resources possible at our disposal.’
‘Yes, that’s true. Well, I’ll let you get to your meeting. Thank you for taking my call.’
‘Any time,’ said Ren. ‘I’m sorry we were unable to recover Jean’s body today, Mr Transom. I really