Dead Past

arrowhead?”
    “Yes.”
    “Someone hit you,” she said.
    “Hit me?” Jin stood up suddenly and checked his pockets. “The cigarette butts are gone. Someone stole my cigarette butts. It had to be the killer. He was right here with me and I let him get away.”
    “We don’t know it was the killer . . . ,” began Diane.
    “Who else would give a shit about cigarette butts? Jeez, I don’t believe this.” Jin retrieved his flashlight and began searching the ground.
    “You all right up here?”
    Diane looked up at the top of the ridge. It was Izzy Wallace. He was followed by Archie, the policeman from the morgue tent, and another patrolman Diane recognized as one of the two who helped her when Blake Stanton was locked in her car. The three of them came down the slope.
    “We saw you running like a bat out of hell up the embankment,” said Izzy. “What happened?”
    “It looks like someone hit Jin over the head and stole some evidence,” said Diane.
    “Here?” said Archie. “While we were all down at the warehouse? Somebody was up here?”
    “Looks like it,” said Diane.
    Izzy saw Jin searching the ground. “What do we need to be looking for?” he asked.
    “An evidence bag with cigarette butts,” said Jin. “Maybe I did fall and it just fell out of my pocket.”
    “From the bump on the back of your head, I think you were hit,” said Diane. “You were unconscious for a while. You need to see a doctor.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “You need to do what she says, son,” said Archie. “We’ll search up here. If there’s anything to be found, we’ll find it.”
    “Let them look, Jin.” She saw something on the ground and picked it up. It was the quartz arrowhead. She handed it to Jin.
    “I’m sorry, Boss,” he said.
    “That’s all right, Jin. None of us expected anyone to be up here, with all the police around.”
    “There’s all kinds of roads and paths around here,” said the patrolman.
    “He could have come and gone up any one of them,” he said.
    “He was sure quiet,” said Jin.
    “This snow,” said Archie. “It cushions your footsteps.”
    “Come on, Jin,” Diane said. “I need to get back with the bones and you need to see a doctor.”
    “Really, Boss . . .”
    “That’s an order, Jin,” said Diane.
    She, Jin, and Izzy worked their way down off the ridge by the light of their flashlights.
    “I’ll be back for you, Archie,” called Izzy.
    “No problem, Izzy,” he called back.
    “You and Archie riding together?” said Diane.
    “Yeah, temporarily. I’m not really back officially, and Archie usually works in the evidence locker. We’re just a couple of old guys waiting for retirement, trying to make a difference.”
    Izzy wasn’t that old; neither was Archie for that matter—perhaps in their early fifties at most—but Diane imagined Izzy felt old right now. The death of a child puts the weight of the world on you.
    Diane put Jin in the front, and she rode in the backseat.
    “How are you and your wife doing, Izzy?” asked Diane.
    “Not good. Her sister’s come to stay with us for a while. I need to find out who did all this. I’m supposed to protect people, and I can’t even protect my own son from the people I should be arresting.”
    Diane could relate to that. She couldn’t protect her daughter from the man she’d been trying to bring to trial for the atrocities he committed. To say it makes you feel like a failure doesn’t even begin to describe the impact it has on you.
    “Bobby Coleman’s mom tried to kill herself,” continued Izzy. “They’re saying it was an accidental overdose, but we all know different. You don’t plan on outliving your kids. It’s just too awful.”
    It is, agreed Diane silently. Just too awful.
    Izzy dropped Diane and Jin off at the museum and she drove Jin to the emergency room. She stayed in the waiting room until he came out.
    “Nothing to it,” said Jin. “The doctor put three stitches in my head and told me to call if I have pain, nausea, or dizziness—usual stuff.”
    “Didn’t he say to go home and rest?” said Diane.
    “Well, yeah, but they always say that. They’re just covering themselves. I’m fine.”
    Diane drove him home and watched as he went into his apartment building. She headed back to the museum, but just as she was about to turn the corner, she saw his car backing out of his parking space. He was going back to the warehouse. She shook her head, reached for her phone, and dialed