Fear No Evil(Alex Cross #29)(68)

“C’mon, Pork Chop,” Bauer called. “Lead the way.”

The Australian shepherd bounded up the trail with Bauer following, a lead rope wrapped around his pommel and attached to the mule behind him, which was tugging the lead ropes of the five other mules strung out to the rear. John Sampson was on a great big horse behind the mules with Alex Cross and a wrangler riding at the back.

Durango adjusted the Miami Dolphins ballcap on his head, left the trees, and walked up to Lucy Bauer. He smiled as he gestured toward the disappearing pack train.

“We don’t see that kind of thing where I’m from,” he said. “Wild West, yes?”

Lucy smiled. “It’s wild up where they’re going, that’s for sure.”

“Where are they going?”

“Over Gordon Pass into the Bob Marshall Wilderness, about twenty-nine miles,” she said. “Tomorrow the clients will get on a raft and begin a long float on the South Fork of the Flathead River.”

“That’s sounds fantastic,” he said.

“It is. Would you like a brochure, Mr.…”

“Martinez,” he said. “Pablo Martinez. And yes, please.”

Lucy got one from the cab of her husband’s pickup and gave it to him. “You need your own clothes, rain gear, sleeping bags, and clothes in dry bags. We provide the tents and the rafts and pack you in along with all the food you’ll need, and we help pull you out at the other end.”

“How long does it take to float the river?”

“This time of year it’s five days; with the ride in, it’s six,” she said. “Earlier in the season, when the water’s higher, you can do a faster float, four days, five in total.”

“But they go for six days,” he said. “Is there a map that shows the route?”

“A little one on the back cover,” she said, turning over the brochure. “First night, after the ride in, you’re up here on Grand Prairie at the confluence with Gordon Creek. Second night, you’re on the river, and most folks camp here and then here near Big Salmon Lake the third night. Unless of course you’re interested in a shorter trip, then you’d ride in and start from Big Salmon and float for just three days to the takeout.”

Durango did the math in his head and realized he had a chance to get ahead of Cross and Sampson. But did he need to? Couldn’t he just wait until they came off the river? Then again, Emmanuella had said to follow them wherever they went.

He said, “You do this? Pack people into this Big Salmon Lake?”

“We do, and we’re taking reservations for next summer.”

“I could not arrange this for me and my friends to go later today? Or tomorrow?”

“Today? Tomorrow?” she said. “No. That was our last trip in for summer rafting. And next week we get real busy with all the bow hunters going in after elk.”

“Money is no object,” Durango said. “And who knows when we will be back this way again.”

“Like I said—”

“Double the normal cost? Triple?”

Lucy thought about it. “I suppose I could get my nephew to take you in first thing tomorrow morning. We’d have to get more of our stock and the rafts and supplies trucked down from Bigfork. Triple our normal fee? You’re sure?”

“Positive,” he said, grinning. “For me and five friends.”

“Six of you?” she said. “Are you all staying at the lodge, Mr. Martinez?”

“No,” he said. “In a motor home at the campground. Part of our big summer of exploration and adventure.”

Lucy said, “I’d need the money wired to our accounts today.”

“Not a problem,” Durango said. “My friends will be so excited. It will be the trip of a lifetime.”





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Later that afternoon, Butler pulled into the Holland Lake trailhead, left Big DD and Vincente in the old Land Cruiser, and got out to make a call on the sat phone.

“Scrambled,” M said. “You’re finally there, I see.”

“Just arrived.”

“You should have used a different vehicle rather than that junker,” he said, irritated. “Now we’re too far behind them to do much good today.”

“We’re behind because we had to make sure Purdy was squared away.”

“Mmm.”

“You’re still tracking their phones, I assume?”

“No,” he said. “They’re far out of service now, but we know exactly where they’re going and why. It’s all they blabbed about in their car. Again, if you hadn’t used that blasted shitbox of a truck, we’d already be rid of them.”

Butler ignored the dig, said, “We’re here now, M, and they’re six days from coming out of that wilderness. What do you want us to do? Wait?”

“Wait? No, I want you to go in after them. I want them eliminated ASAP.”

“We don’t have horses or rafts or any of the right equipment for this.”

“You don’t need any of it,” M snapped. “We’ve already been in contact with a helicopter service about ninety minutes north of you. They’re expecting you later this afternoon. I assume your pilot’s licenses are up to date?”