‘I’ve taken away her work files from the Glenwood office – she had forty open cases. I’m going to split them between you all, so we can check for possible links to her murder.
‘Lists of people with priors in town are currently being checked out by the detectives here at the Sheriff’s Office.
‘This evening and tonight, I need people pounding pavements.’ She paused. ‘Thank you for your time.’
Everyone left and moved back to their offices. Ren gathered up her notes and was walking toward Bob’s office when she heard Tiny Gressett’s voice around the corner. Something made Ren stop: her name and his tone.
‘… Bu Babe who probably has Safe Streets wrapped around her little finger.’
Bureau Babe. Nice. There was a brief silence. Ren wondered had they heard her.
‘Uh. Do you think?’ said Todd. ‘She doesn’t seem the type …’
‘Really?’ said Gressett. ‘You don’t think she goes in there and –’
He made a noise – Ren wasn’t sure what it was supposed to represent.
‘I’ve never seen her do that,’ said Todd. His tone was ‘wrap it up’.
‘Well, look at you …’ said Gressett.
‘She’s not my type,’ said Todd. ‘Have you ever seen me with a brunette? What about you, Gressett? You pulling her pigtails, is that what this is about?’
Gressett snorted. ‘Sure. Yeah. Sure.’
Ren held her cellphone to her ear and spoke – loud and cheery. ‘Not a problem, I’ll do that. You bet.’ She had turned the corner by the time she pretended to hang up. ‘Hey, guys. What’s up?’
‘Not a thing,’ said Gressett.
Ren walked into Bob’s office with a face to match her feelings about Tiny Gressett.
‘Is everything OK?’
‘Yes, sir,’ said Ren. ‘Are you ready?’
Bob nodded and got up, grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair.
Mike Delaney walked in. ‘Hey, a call just came in from Reign on Main. Hal Rautts says Jean had supper in there on the Monday night – January 15th.’
‘Hal Rautts is the owner,’ said Bob to Ren.
‘OK, you want to swing by there, check it out?’ said Ren.
‘Yeah,’ said Bob.
‘See you later,’ said Mike.
‘Where are you going to go?’ said Ren.
‘Me and your friend Robbie Truax are going to hit the bars on Main Street, starting out at the north end – Big Mountain Brewery.’
* * *
On quiet sidewalks covered with snow, Breckenridge still had warmth. It was a mining town that had ridden the boom and bust rollercoaster and come out on top; a resort town that managed to keep its charm.
Ren looked out the window of the Explorer at the thousands of tiny white fairy lights that lit up the trees along Main Street.
‘Here’s how I see it,’ she said. ‘Aspen is the beautiful, aloof sister. Breck is the cute one who everyone really wants to be with. And Vail is the one who’s had all the plastic surgery to try to be like the other two.’
‘Interesting,’ said Bob.
‘Even their names sound that way,’ said Ren.
‘You’ve put a lot of thought into this.’
‘I have.’
‘Doesn’t mean people are going to agree with you,’ said Bob.
‘It’s not about that. It’s about me working out how I feel about things through the use of analogies.’
Bob smiled. ‘I like it here.’
‘I love it.’
They drove past the Prospector, a little diner on Main Street.
‘A parking space is the gold dust around here,’ said Bob. He drove up Main Street for the second time and took a left on to Jefferson Avenue. ‘Round and round we go …’
‘It’s cool,’ said Ren. ‘I’ve –’
‘Do not say you’ve just said one of those parking-space prayers,’ said Bob, turning to her.
‘They work.’ She pointed to a space on the opposite side of the street.
‘Sure,’ said Bob, looking over. ‘Let’s park in front of a doctor’s entrance.’
‘Oh …’
‘Yeah – oh. We’ll keep on moving.’
‘Just do the church car park and we’ll walk.’
Bob drove around the block. ‘One more shot,’ he said. ‘Hey. Look at that. One right there. Right outside.’
Ren smiled.
People resorted to Reign on Main. It was where they went when every other restaurant was full. Every table had a folded coaster under one leg, every waxed tablecloth had a knife wound.
‘Hey, Hal,’ said Bob.
‘Hey, Bob. Thanks for coming in.’
‘Thank you for calling.’
‘I saw the photo.’
Bob nodded. ‘Tragedy, tragedy. Hal, this is Ren Bryce with the FBI.’
‘Nice to meet you,’ said Hal. ‘Can I get you guys something to eat?’
‘No thanks,’ said Bob.
‘N …’ said Ren.
They waited.
‘Actually, would you mind?’ she said.
‘Not a problem,’ said Hal. ‘What can I get you?’
‘A cheeseburger is fine,’ said Ren.
They sat down at a table in the back corner.
‘So – Jean Transom,’ said Bob.
‘Yes,’ said Hal. ‘She came in, took a table,’ he pointed to the window, ‘she ordered and she split under an hour later. She left cash. I can get you the till receipt, so you can have the exact time.’
‘Anything stand out about her?’ said Ren.
‘No. Just, she had a formal way about her. Most people in here are more chilled.’
Stoned. ‘And Jean was …?’ said Ren.
He shrugged. ‘Just – she didn’t match the place, that’s all.’
‘Did she seem anxious or anything?’ said Bob.
‘Maybe, like, focused?’ said Hal.
‘On anything in particular?’ said Ren.
He shrugged.
Ren felt a flash of irritation.
The cheeseburger arrived with the lid off and a dull pool of grease on top of the meat. Ren’s stomach tightened. Even the ketchup paused. Ren smiled at Hal. ‘Thanks. This looks great.’ She had never eaten a mouthful of food quite like it.
‘Oh. I’m vibrating,’ she said, standing up. ‘Excuse me.’ She walked outside