A Touch of Deceit (Nick Bracco Series #1) (35 page)

“Listen, kids,” Nick interrupted.

“Yes, Dad,” Matt said.

Steele let out the tiniest of a nervous laugh.

“First of all, we’re pretty certain the KSF is tucked away up here somewhere. Do you have any ideas where we might start a search?”

“Well,” Steele said,” there are plenty of cabins scattered throughout the outskirts of town. If I wanted seclusion that’s where I’d hide. How did you discover their location?”

“Yeah,” Matt said, turning toward his partner with a smirk. “Why don’t you tell us that, Dad?”

Nick looked over his shoulder and saw the team appearing to be taking in the scenery from the back of the truck, but he knew better. Each set of eyes was rummaging the countryside, searching for anything suspicious. “It gets complicated.”

Steele gave Nick a sideways glance. “Is that another way of saying get lost?”

“Not at all. It’s just that some of the people involved aren’t the type to . . . uh . . . be associating with law enforcement types.”

She pointed a thumb over her shoulder. “You mean like the one with the purple toothpick?”

Nick looked back and rolled his eyes at the sight of Silk in his long, black, wool coat, and pointy black boots sticking out from the bottom of his perfectly creased jeans. He looked like he belonged on the sidelines of a college football game. “Yes, like him,” Nick said.

“I see.”

This seemed to satisfy her curiosity for the moment. She slowed even further and made a left hand turn at the first traffic light Nick had noticed. In a few minutes they were rolling into the freshly asphalted parking area in front of the Gila County Sheriff’s Office. Like most buildings in Payson, it was made of wood and topped with a shingled roof. Parked in front of the building was a sparkling new Ford pickup truck with temporary plates demonstrating its adolescence.

Nick pointed to the vehicle. “That’s the Sheriff’s?”

Steele nodded. “It’s his baby. He’s practically showing it off door-to-door.”

The group unloaded duffle bags full of gear and followed Steele through the front door and into the administrative office. Three older women were busy behind the counter. Two were on the phone, and the third was heaving a cardboard box full of files across the room. The walls were lined with filing cabinets and the floor was an aging linoleum that curled slightly at the perimeter.

Steele removed her baseball cap and waved a thumb over her shoulder at the small crowd behind her. “Afternoon, Lorraine. This is the crew of agents from Baltimore that Sheriff’s been waiting for. Is he in?”

The woman had the unimpressed look of someone who’d seen too much reality TV. She placed the box on her desk and picked up her phone. “They’re here,” she said.

After a moment she placed the phone down and pointed toward a hallway. “You know where to go.”

Nick trailed the field, taking it all in. The agents all nodded at the woman as they passed and Silk pulled the toothpick from his mouth in a hat-tipping gesture.

Once inside the Sheriff’s personal office, linoleum gave way to a brown industrial grade carpet. A giant picture of Geronimo loomed on the wall across from the Sheriff’s desk, which was flanked by the United States flag and the state flag of Arizona. The Sheriff wore a tan uniform with a gold star on his sleeve. He sat with his legs crossed as if he were a guest on a talk show and his hands cradled a Styrofoam cup on his slight potbelly.

“Well, well,” the Sheriff smiled, “look what the cat drug in. The federal government has graced me with their finest men.” He quickly nodded at Agent Steele, “And women.”

“Sheriff Skrugs,” Steele said, hat in hand, “This is Agent Bracco.”

Nick made his way to the desk and reached over to shake the Sheriff’s hand. “My name’s Nick. This is Matt, Ed, Carl, Dave, Mel and Don. I think you know why we’re here.”

“I have a pretty good idea,” the Sheriff said.

Nick pointed and the men let the heavy bags drop to the floor in the back of the room. Carl Rutherford closed the door and assisted in unloading rifles, magazines full of rounds, video and audio equipment, and laptop computers.

The Sheriff squinted at the sight. “What’s all that about?”

“Just setting up shop,” Nick said.

“Now hold on. I told your boss I’d help you out, but I didn’t think you were gonna take the place over.”

No one paid any attention to the Sheriff. They kept to their task while Nick spread a map of Arizona across Skrugs’ desk. Matt and Dave Tanner bent over the map with Nick and began the process of familiarizing themselves with the area. Agent Steele poked her head over Matt’s shoulder and Nick encouraged her to participate.

“Please,” Nick said, “could you mark the Sheriff’s office for us?”

Steele pulled a pencil from a plastic cylinder on Skrug’s desk and began examining the map.

“We’ll need at least a half a dozen more men, Sheriff,” Nick said.

“Just a dog gone minute,” Skrugs bellowed. “I never offered any manpower from my office, cause we just can’t spare it right now.”

“Sheriff,” Nick said in a tight voice, “we’re fairly certain that the headquarters for the Kurdish terrorists is in this area. We have until 9 PM to find them or there’s a good chance that the White House will be history. Does that help in the motivation department?”

The room became quiet while Sheriff Skrugs leaned sideways in his chair, looked down, and dropped a long, juicy, strip of chewing tobacco into the Styrofoam cup. When he sat up he seemed to enjoy the awkward gap in the conversation. He smiled a brown smile. “I’m going to tell you something, Mr. Special Agent. There’s an election in a few weeks and I’m going to be reelected to protect and serve the fine people of Gila County. Now your job and my responsibilities may not coincide, but that won’t prevent me from assisting you. It’s just that I have a manhunt going on at the moment and I’m not willing to spare my deputies for a wild goose chase.”

“It’s not a wild goose chase, Sheriff.”

“No, huh? If this is so important to the President, then how come I see only a handful of FBI agents instead of a platoon of Marines?”

Nick folded his arms. He could see that logic wasn’t going to play a big part in the proceeding, so he decided to lower himself down to the proper level. “That’ s a nice truck you have out there.”

Skrugs turned his head suspiciously while boring a hole into Nick’s eyes. “Thank you.”

“It’s a Special Edition, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Must’ve been expensive.”

“Thirty-thousand dollars,” Skrugs said, flatly.

“Thirty-one thousand, five-hundred and twelve, to be exact. And you paid cash.”

Skrug’s eyes narrowed. “Why don’t you come right out and tell me what you’re getting at?”

Nick looked around at the office, sizing it up for potential. “If you can’t spare any men, fine. At least allow us the liberty of using your office as a command post and stay out of our way.”

Skrug’s drooled another strip of tobacco into his cup. “Don’t play games with me, Special Agent. What’s the truck thing all about?”

“We’ll need more detailed maps and I had a list of newly purchased homes faxed here from the county records department. Can you locate that for us?”

Now the Sheriff was on his feet and getting up into Nick’s face. Matt and Dave Tanner each pulled an arm and wrestled Skrugs back into his chair. Nick stretched his arms out across the desk and leaned over. His tone was dead serious. “I don’t need any more friends, Sheriff. Get the paperwork I requested, then you can get the fuck out of here and chase down your horse thief, or whoever the fuck you’re protecting your citizens from.”

“All right, all right,” Skrugs shook off the two agents flanking him. “There’s no reason to get all riled up about this.”

Nick stood upright and nodded. “Good. I’m glad you see it our way.”

Skrugs stood and reached for his belt hanging from a hook on a wall behind his desk. The belt was abnormally wide and contained his holstered gun and radio. Matt gave Nick a look and Nick held up a hand signaling him to allow the Sheriff to get his belt. As Skrugs strapped it around his plump waist, he said, “There’s no need for any paperwork.”

“Why’s that,” Nick said, warily.

“Because,” Skrugs said, adjusting his belt, “I already know where they are.”

Nick and Matt were back out in the parking lot of the Sheriff’s office while Skrugs was inside drawing a map to the terrorist’s hideout. Matt loaded a backup .38 snub and stood in the cold with his pant leg pulled up, exposing his ankle holster. Nick tore open a small aluminum pouch, then walked toward the Sheriff’s truck and came back empty-handed.

“What are you doing?” Matt asked.

“I don’t trust that guy.”

“Why? He’s giving us what we want.”

“Exactly. One minute it’s a wild goose chase, the next minute he knows where they are.”

“You have something on him?”

“Not yet.”

“Then what’s with him paying cash for the truck?”

“I don’t know. The records showed that he paid cash. I just threw it out there to see how he would react.”

“And?”

“He acted a little defensive—didn’t he?”

They returned to the Sheriff’s inner office and Nick found Skrugs explaining the best angle of approach to Jennifer Steele. He was waving his arms while giving directions to the resident agent. Steele was in rapture absorbing her function as the guide. Because of her knowledge of the area, she would be in the lead and therefore on the front line. The other three agents had their gear strapped over their shoulders and were in different stages of prepping their weapons.

Nick motioned the rest of the team to file out, but yanked Silk’s arm as he passed. “Hang on, I need you for a minute.”

Silk stood silently next to Matt and Steele as Nick approached the Sheriff. “You’re not coming with us?”

“Sorry, Chief, but I’ve got a child-killer on the loose and I need to bang on some doors to get some information.”

“How certain are you of this location?”

“I’m telling you,” Skrugs huffed, “this is where they are. There’s too much suspicious activity going on with that cabin. The phone company shut off the service to the new owner and I’ve never seen anyone leave the premises, yet there are fresh tire marks all over the backside of the property. I went fishing on a narrow strip of the river a couple of miles west of there and heard all kinds of engine noise. When I headed up the hill toward the cabin, the noises stopped. As I got closer I noticed a large tarp covering several vehicles and no sign of anyone living there. When I touched the hood of one of the vehicles, it was warm. Until you guys showed up, I just never put it all together.”

Nick nodded. It sounded just a tad rehearsed for his taste. “That’s fine. Just let us have the keys to a couple of cars and we’ll—”

“No can do, Chief. I’ve got everyone available on this manhunt. You’re going to have to get there the same way you got here.”
Nick clenched his fists.

Matt said, “Are you telling us that you’re not going with us and you can’t even lend us one stinking vehicle?”

Skrugs looked at the two federal agents. His resolve seemed to temper. “Okay, okay.” He removed a set of keys from a nail on the wall next to his desk. “I’ll take my truck, you take my personal cruiser. It’s the only vehicle we’ve got left. It needs some engine work, but it’ll get you where you need to go.” He looked at his watch. “I’m late, boys. Gotta find me a killer.”

After Skrugs left, Steele said, “Now do you know what I mean?”

Nick stood there with his arms still folded, shaking his head in disgust.

Steele looked back and forth between Nick and Matt, then settled on the keys in Nick’s hand. “How do you want to split us up?”

Nick handed the keys to Silk and pulled a device from his pocket that resembled a pocket calculator. “Here,” he said, “take the cruiser and use this to track down the Sheriff.”

Silk looked down at the device, puzzled.

“It’s a GPS system. I planted a transmitter under the Sheriff’s truck. Give him a five minute head start, then find out where he went.”

“Hey wait a minute,” Steele said. “You’re going to waste a vehicle spying on the sheriff?”

Matt nodded with understanding. “It’s an insurance policy. We’re better off using one vehicle anyway. It’s less conspicuous.”

“An insurance policy?”

Nick wrote something on the back of his business card and handed it to Silk. “This is my cell phone number. Call me as soon as you know where he is and what he’s doing.”

Silk frowned. “I didn’t come all the way out here to play—”

“I know what you’re here for,” Nick said. “And you’ll get your chance, I promise. But right now we need to find out who we can trust.” Nick jabbed a finger into Silk’s chest. “You, I trust. It’s everyone else that I’m worried about.”

Silk took the compliment to heart and grinned. “Whatever you say, Boss.”

Nick showed Silk how to read the GPS system, then sent him on his way. Nick rounded up the team behind the building and had everyone test their headsets to assure communications were functioning properly. Since Steele didn’t have a headset, she was instructed to stay close to Matt. This didn’t seem to bother either agent.