utopian commune sound of it: dead people working together for the common good, using their wisdom for the benefit of all mankind, but making a home for themselves away from the living. And he was inherently suspicious of any club that would want him as a member.
He turned his attention back to his surfing. He was reading a thread in a World War II forum started by a guy who claimed he was a Marine who died at Guadalcanal. His own father was in the Navy and was at Guadalcanal, serving as a deck gunner on a troop transport ship. The dead Marine admitted to dying when he took a bullet while still in a landing craft — not particularly glamorous. His reminiscences had the ring of truth about them and several other “devil dogs,” most dead but a few still living, had contributed their own stories. Munroe kept checking the details of the stories with online references and confirmed most of the details. He noticed that almost all the dead posters did not have certified identities. But they were either the real deal or like him, had done excellent research.
It wasn’t often that he allowed himself to be drawn in so completely. He was touched by the Marines’ recollections of Christmases spent away from home. He added a story told to him by his own father.
It was almost 11 when he surfaced from the drama of the Pacific island and went back to checking his mail. He looked up at the TV and CNN and saw that they were talking about a tsunami that had hit Indonesia. He went to the CNN website and caught up on the details.
Wow, sounds bad, he thought. You read about tsunamis but you don’t really appreciate how dangerous they are. He couldn’t help but recall his talk with Rybold and his remark about the second wave.
Yamaguchi stood in the long line waiting to board the lift while Mary yammered in her ear.
“… and Sanchez steps in front of me again. I really should just shoot him. The man has no sense of self-preservation. He’s definite proof that evolution doesn’t work.”
She nodded and agreed, which was all the encouragement Mary needed to continue.
I guess Alex really isn’t as bad in comparison. What if I had Mary as a partner?
Actually, few Denver cops had partners unless they were training recruits or working with a rookie. Some of the detectives worked in pairs, but by and large, most cops worked alone. She’d known Mary since the academy and although they were good friends, her talkative friend could get on her nerves.
“Are you listening?”
“Yeah, sure, Sanchez. No sense of preservation.”
“You’re worried about Alex, aren’t you?”
“I’m not worried, but I am thinking about him.”
“Creeps me out.” They moved onto their lift.
“Yes, so you’ve told me. But you did get along enough to get me the present.”
“Well, it was a good present. And I ordered one for myself. I noticed the one Alex got you didn’t include the snap in pad. You might want to order one of those. It makes all the difference, makes the belt ride the hips better. And did you look at the catalog I put in the box? I wrapped it you know.”
The lift was already high and Yamaguchi looked down at the ground. “Yes, really nice. I appreciate it.”
It was their last run and the shadows were getting long. It was also getting colder and she wanted to call it a day. She was ready to go back into town, eat somewhere nice and retire to the hotel, but she figured she owed her friend one more run.
They’d taken the Winter Park Ski Train from Union Station (which looked a lot friendlier when you weren’t looking for an armed suspect). They got to the station in plenty of time for the 6:30 boarding time, and the train left at 7:15 as scheduled. But their train was delayed while still in Denver because of switching yard problems. So they arrived an hour and a half later than scheduled. Mary had actually been pretty understanding, considering Yamaguchi had been the one to suggest taking the train, rather than drive Interstate 70.
They got off the lift and made their way to the run, an advanced intermediate. She wasn’t a great skier and it looked intimidating, but Mary was already saying “see you at the bottom.” Oh well , she thought, the sooner I get down, the sooner I can find somewhere to get online.
Chapter 12
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