Buried Prey

Weather wasn’t exactly a friend, except that she was married to Lucas: she was a little too smart, a little too commanding, a little too tight.
    In other words, a surgeon. She said, “Sit down, everyone. You look like you’re getting ready to stampede.”
    When they were sitting, she said, “The thing is, Lucas is going to kill whoever it was that killed Marcy. About five minutes later, people will start talking about how he and Marcy had a relationship back when they were both working for Minneapolis. Some people will say that Lucas murdered this man, whoever he is—”
    “I already sorta mentioned it to him,” Del said. “He didn’t want to talk about it.”
    “And you might be a little early on getting concerned,” Jenkins said. “Nobody has any idea of who the killer is.”
    “You have any doubt that Lucas will find him?” Weather asked.
    Shrake, Jenkins, and Del exchanged quick glances, and then Del said, “I wouldn’t bet against him. And when I talked to him, I got the feeling he’s got a sniff of the guy. Something’s going on, I could hear it in his voice.”
    “I could, too,” Weather said.
    They all looked around, and took nervous hits on their beers, and Shrake finally said, “So what?”
    “He’s going to find the guy, and then he’s going to kill him. Even if what he does is legitimate, he’ll be in a lot of trouble,” Weather said. “Somebody will come up with the fact that they had this relationship, and it’ll get in the papers and on television, and then the politicians will get involved, and the prosecutors will be talking . . . And Lucas is so angry, I don’t think he’ll be careful enough. I’m afraid he’s so angry that he’ll simply walk up and plug him. That’s what I’m saying.”
    Jenkins shook his head. “He’s too smart to do that out in public.”
    Weather interrupted: “But you see, it’d almost be better if he did it in public. But he can’t. But if he does it where there are no witnesses but you cops, that’s when all the speculation will begin. People will imagine what he did. . . .”
    Shrake said, “Ah, shit . . . sorry.”
    Weather: “He feels terrible about the Jones girls, like he could have done more back then. And he thinks that letting this man go then probably got more girls killed. And now Marcy, and he sees it all going back to the beginning: he thinks it’s his fault.”
    “That’s nuts,” Del said. “I worked with him on that case, and he was the only guy who did anything. Quentin Daniel was running the show, and Lucas freaked him out. He couldn’t get Lucas into plainclothes fast enough. Lucas was the only guy who did anything. ”
    “That’s not the way Lucas thinks, though,” Weather said. “And you know it. He blames himself when things go bad and he’s involved—he thinks he should be able to control everything.”
    Del said, “Okay.”
    “What I wanted to talk about,” Weather said, “is the possibility that you guys could kind of push him around. Make sure he’s not there when this man is caught. Get him out of the way, somehow, so he never has a chance to kill the guy.”
    “So the guy can while away his old age playing checkers in Stillwater?” Jenkins asked.
    “Oh, no. I don’t particularly care if somebody kills him,” Weather said. “I’ve got no problem with that at all. As long as it’s not Lucas who does it. If somebody has to shoot the guy, I think one of you should do it. Or some other cop. If one of you shot him, especially Jenkins or Shrake, because you never worked with Marcy . . . I don’t think anybody would question it, especially if the guy was carrying a gun.”
    “What if he isn’t?” Jenkins asked.
    “Let’s not go there,” Weather said. “But it would be convenient if he were.”
    Nobody said anything for a few seconds, taking it in, and then Shrake said, “We shouldn’t talk about this anymore. The word ‘conspiracy’ comes to mind.”
    “Had to come out,” Weather said. “We don’t have to talk about what happens to this guy, because I’m just not worried about what happens to him. Thirty years in Stillwater would be okay with me. I’m concerned about Lucas.”
    “Ah, Jesus,” Del said.
    “You think I’m right, don’t you?” Weather asked.
    Del nodded, looked at Shrake and Jenkins, and they both nodded. Shrake said, “I figured that Lucas would waste the guy. The rest of it never occurred to me—the way it would look. You’re right, there’s gonna