The Bodies Left Behind

Brynn know the state park good?”
    “Some. And I saw her in the car before she left, looking over her map. She always does that. Prepares, you know. She and her ex came here a few times. She and I’ve never been.”
    Munce said, “Brynn and me were on a search and recovery here a while ago.” He was frowning and tense, as if there was something he’d been meaning to bring up. “Gotta say, Tom. Don’t know why you didn’t have me come up here. I wasn’t but twenty minutes away.”
    “Thought you were busy. On that grand theft case.”
    “No, no. Didn’t you hear? That was a mistake. I would’ve come.”
    Dahl continued to examine the map. “We know she got dry clothes and she hooked up with that friend of the Feldmans. They came back to the house here, got boots and then took off. But which way?”
    Tanner liked the canoe idea, despite what Graham’d said. “Could’ve paddled across the lake and are hiding there. Or if they didn’t take the boat they could be up there.” He gestured at the steep hill behind the house; it was covered with vegetation.
    Another trooper shrugged. “I’d vote for Six Eighty-two. They’d plan on flagging down a car or truck or gettingto one of the houses along there. It’d take ’em a few hours but they could do it.”
    Dahl felt the same.
    Graham was shaking his head.
    “What?” Dahl asked.
    “I don’t think she’d go that way, Tom. Not if those men were still around.”
    “The highway’s the closest to safety for them,” Dahl said. He was inclined to believe the men were in the area here and moving slowly toward the highway.
    “Brynn wouldn’t lead them to anybody’s house. Not out here. She wouldn’t endanger anybody innocent. She’d keep running. And she wouldn’t hide either.”
    “Why not?” Tanner asked.
    “Because she wouldn’t.”
    “I don’t know, Graham,” Dahl said. “Okay, she might not go to a house but she could flag down a car.”
    “And how many did you see on the road when you drove up? I saw a hundred deer and one Chevrolet. She knows how deserted it is round here.”
    “Well, whatta you think she did, Graham?” Munce asked.
    “Headed into the park itself. Straight into the middle.”
    “But she’d know none of the ranger stations’re open this time of year.”
    “But they have phones, don’t they?”
    “They’re not working if they’re closed for the season.”
    “Well, pay phones.”
    “Maybe. I don’t know.”
    Tapping the map. “I’m not even sure she’d go for a ranger station. I think maybe she’d make for the interstate.” His finger tapped the Snake River Gorge Bridge.
    Arlen Tanner was looking over the map. “All respect, Mr. Boyd, that’s a lotta ground to cover. How’d they find their way? We’ve had people lost in this place for nearly a week. It’s thousands and thousands of acres. And it’s pretty rough, a lot of it. Caves, drop-offs, swamps.”
    “That’s exactly what she’d want,” Graham countered. “The harder, the better. If those men are after them. Put her more in control.”
    One of the troopers, looking like a big, buff soldier, offered, “That’s, what? Seven, eight miles from here. It’s mostly off-trail. And the gorge is one of the most dangerous places in the park.”
    “All respect,” Tanner announced, “the odds are they’re going to be hiding around here somewhere. Or hiking back to the highway. That’s the logical approach.”
    Dahl said, “I agree with Arlen, Graham. I know her too but nobody’d strike out in that direction. She’d never find her way, even with GPS and a map and in daylight. I think for now we’ve got to concentrate around here. And Six Eighty-two.”
    “At least send a few people into the park at the Snake River Gorge, Tom,” Graham insisted.
    “We just don’t have the manpower, Graham. I can’t send volunteers, not with those men out there. Has to be armed troopers or deputies. Now go on home, Graham. Joey’s going to be worried. He’s got to know you’rethere for him. I’m talking as a father now. Not a cop. . . . I promise, your number’s the first one I call, we find anything.”
    Eric Munce walked Graham back to his truck.
    Dahl stood on the porch and looked out over the chaos of the front yard: the lights, the law enforcers, the police cars, an ambulance useful only as a taxi ride for two dead bodies. The victims’ friend, Paskell, had joined Graham and Munce. They shook hands and seemed to be sharing mutual