Triple Threat

efficient Glock—moved toward his abdomen, now his groin. There’s no traditional safety on a Glock. You simply pointed and shot. And the trigger pull was pretty light. Pellam felt certain parts south contracting.
    “But his estate could exercise the option.”
    “No, we know the wife. She wasn’t interested in real estate.”
    Pellam said to Hannah, “You killed Barnes but you needed a fall guy, so picked up the hitchhiker, who would’ve taken the blame. It was going to be easy. Kill the real estate guy, plant some of his things on Taylor, a little DNA… It probably would’ve worked. But then—ah, got it now-- then came the monkey wrench. Me.”
    Hannah said, “After Barnes was dead I saw you with that fancy video camera of yours. I was afraid you’d got me on tape.”
    “And you undid my brake line.” He gave a brittle laugh. “Sure, you know cars—the way you talked Rudy down with the brake lights incident. You were going go through the wreckage and find the camera and tapes.”
    “Except you got to the switchback faster than I thought you would and rammed into me.”
    Pellam understood. “Change of plans, sure. You decided to go for cocktails in my camper. You get the tapes when I went to the convenience store?”
    “I got ‘em.” She nodded, presumably at the truck, parked nearby.
    “But you still needed the fall guy.” Pellam looked toward Ed Billings. “And you showed up to kidnap Taylor, dress up in his clothes and kill the trooper.”
    “Right.”
    “And now I kill Taylor and he kills me. End of story.”
    Hannah had lost interest in the narrative. “Yeah,” she said. “Shoot him. I’m bored with all this crap. I want to get home.”
    Hamlin has a mall…
    Just like the end of a Quentin Tarantino film. The filmmaker tended to fall back on the good old Mexican Standoff, everybody pointing a gun at each other.
    “Only one thing,” Pellam said, buying time.
    “What’s that?” Ed asked.
    “When does she shoot
you
?”
    “Me?”
    “That’s the scenario, situations like this. The girl sets it all up and then shifts the blame to her husband. He takes the fall and she rides off into the sunset with the money.”
    A brief pause. Ed said, “You know the flaw in that? You can only do it once. And so far we’re worth more to each other alive.”
    He lifted the Glock.
    Which was when a series of lights came on and voices started shouting, “Police, police! On the ground, drop the weapons!” and similar assorted cop phrases, all enthusiastically punctuated.
    Pellam supposed that Sheriff Werther and the others were charging forward with their assault rifles and executing some nifty arrest procedures.
    He couldn’t say. At the first flash of spotlight he’d dropped to his belly and ducked. Another aspect of noir stories is that everybody has a gun and is always real eager to use it.
    # # #
    Fifteen minutes later Pellam was leaning against the side of Sheriff Werther’s car. He handed back the tracking device—it looked like a garage door opener—that the man had slipped into his pocket at the sham arrest two hours ago, in front of the Winnebago.
    “Worked pretty good,” Pellam observed.
    Werther, though, winced, looking at it. “Truth be told, seems there was only five minutes or so of battery left.”
    Meaning, Pellam assumed, that if they hadn’t tracked him to the quarry in that time he’d now be dead.
    “Ah.”
    But considering that the sheriff’s plan had been thrown together quickly, it was understandable that there’d been a glitch or two.
    When Pellam had been patched through to Werther after finding the trooper dead and Rudy injured, the sheriff had explained that the medical examiner had given the opinion that the man had been stabbed by someone who was short—five five or less, given the angle of the knife wounds. “And remember, somebody’d tried to drag the body to a cave? The trooper thought it was that they’d been spotted. Fact is, I decided they just weren’t strong enough.”
    Those facts suggested the killer might be a woman, he explained.
    Well, there were two women having something to do with the case, Werther had said: Hannah and Lis. And each of them had a male partner who could be an accomplice. So the sheriff decided to set up a trap to find out if either of them was the killer. But he needed Pellam’s help. The location scout was supposed to let both Hannah and Lis know that he was searching for Taylor.
    Turning himself into a fall