The motor vehicle fireplace did not kill Navajo Tribal Policeman Delbert Nez—a bullet did. And the previous guy in ownership of the homicide weapon is a whiskey-soaked shaman named Ashie Pinto. Officer Jim Chee is devastated by way of the slaying of his friend Del, and confounded by means of the leading suspect's refusal to utter a unmarried observe of confession or denial.
Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn believes there's even more to this outrage than what seems at the floor, as he and Jim Chee got down to get to the bottom of a fancy weave of greed and demise that consists of a ancient locate and a misplaced fortune. however the hungry and legendary trickster Coyote is ready, as constantly, within the shadows so as to add a wierd and lethal new twist.
acknowledged. “But why didn’t Nez take that pistol clear of him? You men have a type of normal method for such things as that, don’t you? For dealing with drunks?” Chee had puzzled approximately that himself. “He wasn’t arresting him,” he stated. “We take drunks in for his or her personal safeguard. so that they don’t freeze. Or drown.” As Janet Pete knew rather well. She sipped her espresso. Her darkish eyes regarded skeptical over the rim. “He didn’t take the pistol simply because he didn’t see the pistol,” Chee extra. “The outdated guy had.
Agreed. not anything that might inform them who had pushed out the following over this lousy rocky song and hauled an outdated guy around the Reservation to devote a homicide. Leaphorn drove rigorously over that rocky song now, checking out his response to this. It used to be what he had anticipated, or must have, and but he felt disenchanted. Why? He hadn’t concept a seek via Pinto’s records, if he had any, will be revealing. but when you supply success an opportunity, occasionally it rewards you. His genuine wish was once find a.
Tribal Police.” As he stated it, he was once aware of Mr. Ji noticing the thick bandage on his hand, his jeans, his short-sleeved game blouse. “Off duty,” he additional. “Ah,” Mr. Ji acknowledged. “What am i able to inform you?” Chee heard hurrying footsteps—Janet Pete coming down the hallway towards them. Hosteen Pinto will be legally represented during this dialog, he idea. good, why no longer? however it him. the place does pal finish and attorney commence? “Mr. Ji?” Janet requested, a little bit breathless. “This is Janet.
stated. “These run for miles and miles,” Chee stated. “Sort of parallel the Chuska Mountains.” “Is there a reputation for them?” Chee instructed her. She made a wry face. “My mom and dad sought after me to talk ideal English. They didn’t speak Navajo a lot round me.” “It potential anything like ‘Long Black Ridges.’ whatever like that.” He glanced at Janet, now not figuring out the place she stood at the factor of Navajo witchcraft. “Lot of conventional Navajos wouldn’t are looking to pass round these lava formations—especially at evening.
together with his reliable hand, considering if Nez truly stuck the son-of-a-bitch. Did Nez chase him? Did he even understand Nez was once after him? “Did this loopy rock painter kill Nez?” Janet requested. “Ashie Pinto shot Nez within the chest,” Chee stated. “But did this nutty rock painter have whatever to do with it? Did he see it happen?” “He turns out nutty all right,” Janet acknowledged. She had climbed midway out of the pocket and used to be staring up into the damaged, slanted wasteland of slabs, crags, boulders, and cliffs of the.