Winter Prey

Indians think a windigo did it,” he said.
    “That’s the most damn-fool thing I ever did hear,” Harper said, turning his hostility toward Doug. “Fuckin’ windigo.”
    Doug shrugged. “I’m just telling you what I hear. Everybody’s talking about it, out at the Res.”
    “Jesus Christ.”
    “Judy and I are outa here,” the man called Andy said abruptly, and they all turned to him. Judy nodded. “We’re going to Florida.”
    “Wait—if you take off . . .” the Iceman began.
    “No law against taking a vacation,” Andy said. He glanced sideways at Harper. “And we’re out of this. Out of the whole deal. I don’t want to have nothing to do with you. Or any of the others, neither. We’re taking the girls.”
    Harper stepped toward them, but Andy set his feet, unafraid, and Harper stopped.
    “And I won’t talk to the cops. You know I can’t do that, so you’re all safe. There’s no percentage in any of you coming looking for us,” Andy finished.
    “That’s a bullshit idea, running,” Harper said. “Runnin’ll only make people suspicious. If something does break, bein’ in Florida won’t help none. They’ll just come and get you.”
    “Yeah, but if somebody just wants to come and talk, offhand, and we’re not around . . . Well, then, maybe they’ll just forget about it,” Andy said. “Anyway, Judy and I decided: we’re outa here. We already told the neighbors. Told them this weather was too much, that we’re going away for a while. Nobody’ll suspect nothing.”
    “I got a bad feeling about this,” said Doug.
    A car rolled by outside, the lights flashing through thewindow, then away. They all looked at the window.
    “We gotta get going,” Andy said finally, pulling on his gloves. To the Iceman he said, “I don’t know whether to believe you or not. If I thought you did it . . .”
    “What?”
    “I don’t know . . .” Andy said.
    “Why did you people think . . .”
    “Because of that goddamn picture Frank LaCourt had. As far as I know, the only person he talked to was me. And the only person I talked to was you.”
    “Russ . . . I . . .” The Iceman shook his head, put a sad look on his face. He turned to Andy. “When’re you leaving?”
    “Probably tomorrow night or the next day,” Judy said. Her husband’s eyes flicked toward her, and he nodded.
    “Got a few things to wind up,” he muttered.

    Andy and Judy left first, flipping up their hoods, stooping to look through the window for car lights before they went out into the parking lot. As Harper zipped his parka he said, “You better not be bullshitting us.”
    “I’m not.” The Iceman stood with his heels together, fingertips in his pants pockets, the querulous, honest smile fixed on his face.
    “ ’Cause if you are, I’m going to get me a knife, and I’m gonna come over here and cut off your nuts, cook them up, and make you eat them,” Harper said.
    “C’mon, Russ . . .”
    Doug was peering at him, and then turned to look at Harper. “I don’t know if he did it or not. But I’ll tell you one thing: Shelly Carr couldn’t find his own asshole with both hands and a flashlight. No matter who did it, we’d be safe enough if Shelly is doing the investigation.”
    “So?”
    “So if something happened to that cop from Minneapolis . . .”
    Harper put the lizard look on him. “If somethinghappened to him, it’d be too goddamned bad, but a man’d be a fool to talk about it to anyone else,” he said. “ Anyone else. ”
    “Right,” said Doug. “You’re right.”

    When they were gone, the Iceman took a turn around the room, the beast rising in his throat. He ran a hand through his hair, kicked at a chair in frustration. “Stupid,” he said. He shouted it: “STUPID!”
    And caught himself. Controlled himself, closed his eyes, let himself flow, regulated his breathing, felt his heartbeat slow. He locked the door, turned off the lights, waited until the last vehicle had left the parking lot, then climbed the stairs again.
    He could go to Harper’s tonight, with the .44. Take him off. Harper had handled him like he was a piece of junk, a piece of garbage. Yes, said the beast, take him.
    No. He’d already taken too many risks. Besides, Harper might be useful. Harper might be a fall guy.
    Doug and Judy and Andy . . . so many problems. So many branching pathways to trouble. If anybody cracked . . .
    Judy’s face came to mind. She was a plain woman, her