The Crowded Grave

tough questions. I’ll try to see you’re treated fairly. Do you want to tell me where you are?”
    “We’re not far away,” Teddy said. “What sort of tough questions?”
    “I think you have a good idea,” Bruno said. “It’s about that unidentified body you found. We’ve identified it and we know it’s your father. That’s why you’ll be in real trouble if you don’t give yourself up and cooperate.”
    There was a silence of several beats before Teddy spoke. “What about Kajte?”
    “There’s no more against her now than there was when she took the train. I think all the foie gras charges are going to be dropped.”
    “We saw that story in
Libé
,” he said. “It seems like it’s all gotten way out of control.”
    “Particularly your involvement in this Basque business,” said Bruno. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come and get you.”
    “When you say this Basque business … I just wanted to find my father.”
    “Teddy, you know there’s more to it than that. And don’t think you can get out of this by going home. The British police are now involved. They’ve interviewed your mother. She’s worried sick about you.”
    “Will I have to spend the night in jail?”
    “Hopefully you’ll be able to spend it at the campground. Your tent’s still there and I’ve got your rucksack.”
    “We’re driving around now, but in about ten minutes we’ll be at that same place where you met us before, remember?”
    “I remember,” said Bruno, and heard the click as Teddy disconnected. Bruno went down to the communications room to find Isabelle. She looked up from one of the two phones she was holding.
    “They just lost the connection,” she said. “He’s somewhere near here, in a car.”
    “I know,” said Bruno. “I’m going to pick him up now. But I’d like it understood that he’s in my custody, please. I think he trusts me. Do you want to come with me?”
    “I’ll call you back,” she said into both phones at once, then put one on the table, the other into her belt pouch and stood up. “I was thinking that so far there’s nothing we can charge him with unless we can use your criminal damage case.”
    “I don’t think we should charge him at all. We’ll do better to treat Teddy as a cooperative witness.”
    “Tell that to the brigadier. Oh yes, and here’s the Identi-Kit photo of this Fernando who went to see Teddy’s mother. It just came in by fax from London. It’s not too helpful.”
    Bruno studied the picture as Isabelle got her coat and bag. It showed a man in early middle age with receding black hair, gray at the temples, and prominent ears. His face was very pale and his eyes dark, and he had the beginnings of a double chin. The most prominent feature was the way his eyebrows, which were thick and bushy, met over the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t familiar from the file of mug shots that Bruno had already seen; he’d have remembered a face like that.
    Teddy and Kajte were sitting on the same steps of the rugby stadium where he had found them last time. They stood up as he approached, looking warily at Isabelle limping beside him on her cane.
    “I haven’t brought a SWAT team,” he said, shaking handswith each of them. He introduced Isabelle and told them she was a friend.
    “How’s the leg?” he asked Kajte.
    “It’s fine, thank you. You did a good job. I don’t even need the bandage anymore.”
    “Have you seen a doctor about it?”
    “No, nothing since I saw you,” she said. “I just used that cream you gave me.”
    “Let’s take a look.” He led the way into the dressing rooms. Kajte slipped off her cargo pants and lay facedown on the massage table. Isabelle’s eyes were riveted on the girl’s slim and perfect thighs, Bruno saw, as if she were thinking of the wreckage the bullet had done to her own. He shook his head and told himself to focus. He peeled the bandages from Kajte’s wounds. They all looked clean and were scabbing over. He gave Kajte more bandages from the cupboard.
    He turned to Teddy and handed him the Identi-Kit picture. “Do you recognize this man?”
    “Yes, that’s Fernando, a cousin of my father’s. He came to see us at home every once in a while. And he came to see me at university last year.”
    “Was that when he gave you the map identifying your father’s grave?” Isabelle asked.
    Teddy gulped in surprise, looked down at Kajte, who was clutching his arm, and nodded. “Yes, he said he’d gotten it