She glanced down at the clothes she was wearingrose slacks and a blue silk blouse. She buttoned the blouse another two buttons and began to shed jewelry. They wont let you bring a weapon onsite, she said. Not even in your car.
Interesting that she knew the rules for visiting someone in prison.
I left the gun in the safe at the shop, I told her. And they dont need to know that you are a weapon.
She smiled a little, and her eyes warmed.
The parking lot had a deserted feel. Coyote Ridge could hold nearly three thousand prisonersapparently none of them had family or friends who were visiting today. Prison wasnt like the hospital, I guess. Social obligation didnt cover visiting friends and acquaintances in prison.
Like the TriCities, Connell is in the heart of the desert. Not a pretty desert with sand strewn with cactus and interesting, thorncovered plants, but shallow rolling hills that look like they needed a shave for the stubbled growth of sagebrush and cheatgrass.
Set firmly in that stark and unbeautiful desert canvas, the prison was a hostile collection of plain, rectangular buildings with cement walls and steel doors, chainlink fences topped with rolls of razor wire, and atmospheric hopelessness that lay like a weight over it all. We left everything in the van except our licenses and the keys I used to lock up.
The guards in the entrance building were professional and not unfriendly. They gave me a quarter to feed the locker where I put the keys to the Vanagon. They kept our drivers licensesthe woman behind the counter did a double take at my name, but she didnt otherwise say that she recognized it.
Honey and I carefully avoided looking at Nat, one of the pack members who was a guard herethere were two wolves on staff, but I saw no sign of Luke. We signed in, and Nat took the clipboard from me, frowning when he saw the name of the man we were visiting. I dont think anyone else noticed.
We were escorted out of the building and into one of a series of parallel chainlinkenclosed paths into the prison itself. When the doors closed behind us, my pulse picked up, and Honey flinched. We showed our visitor badges to the guard behind the glass and walked into a room that looked like my highschool lunchroom.
Dozens of gray plastic tables were set out, each with four allplastic gray chairs. They looked like adultsized versions of those childrens outdoor picnic furniture, an effect that was not alleviated by the chessboard pattern on the top of the tables. I wondered if they could have gotten them in a less depressing color. I guess lifting the prisoners spirits wasnt a priority.
There was room for seventy or eighty people in the room, but Honey and I and four guards were the only ones here. We sat down as directed and waited for them to get Gary Laughingdog.
It was a long wait.
He came eventually, escorted by a pair of guards, but without the complicated handcuffs and leg cuffs Id been half expecting from TV shows.
He covered ground with the casual saunter of someone who had walked a lot of miles and could walk a lot more. He was lean and not overly tall. My first impression, skewed by too much time with werewolves, was that here in this bleak room, Laughingdog was in charge.
The guards knew they werent fully in control. I could see their unease by the tension in their shoulders and their general air of wariness that was too much for escorting a man who didnt even rate handcuffs.
Gary looked fullblooded Native American to my eyes, though someone more experienced might have said differently. His skin was darker than mine, darker than Hanks, too. He wore his thick, straight black hair shoulder length, just a few inches shorter than I wore mine. His roughhewn features made him interesting rather than goodlooking.
Gary Laughingdog was the very first coyote walker Id ever met, and I looked for some resemblance to the face I saw every day in the mirror because we were related. All walkers are descended from the archetypal being whose shape they take. I found the likeness in his eyes, which were the same shape and exact color as the ones that I saw in the mirror
every morning.
He pulled out the plastic chair with exaggerated care and sat down with all the circumspection of Queen Victoria at her royal breakfast. His smile lit his face as his eyes, flat and unaffected by the cheer and bonhomie of the rest of his expression, traveled from Honey to me, then back to Honey, where they stayed.
Well, hello , ladies, he said. What can I do for you?
I looked up at the guards and raised my eyebrows at them. One of them walked away, and the other, after a wary glance that took in all of us, raised his eyebrows back at me. Luke was the other wolf from our pack. I jerked my chin, and he shrugged, raised his hands, and followed the first guard over to a position far enough from us that quiet talk couldnt be overheard by a human. Luke would hear every word.
Gary leaned forward, licked his lips, and said, in a low, hungry voice, Hey, little princess, what are you doing coming out to a place like this? Gotcha some kink for a man behind bars?