The helicopter bypassed the casino and landed at the Standing Rock Airport south of town where a Sioux County sheriffs SUV waited, lights flashing on top of the vehicle.
As soon as they exited the chopper, the sheriff met them, his hand held out. Im Sheriff White Hawk. I thought youd never get here.
Can you bring me up-to-date? Tuck stepped forward, used to taking charge.
Our victims were the NIGC rep and a local schoolteacher. The sheriff talked as he led them back to his vehicle. We cordoned off the shoreline around the two bodies, and Ive had a couple of my deputies asking questions around the area. So far, no one saw anything.
Typical. With so much wide-open space in North Dakota, a person could get away with murder, and no one would be the wiser for days. Thats where Tucks job became critical. Has the state crime-lab team arrived?
Sheriff White Hawk nodded. They just got here.
Was everything left the same way as it was found?
Other than the footprints from the fishermen, no ones touched a thing.
Good. Tuck climbed into the passenger seat of the sheriffs SUV.
They accomplished the short ride to the crime scene in relative silence, the occasional static flaring from the radio on the sheriffs shoulder harness.
A mile past the turnoff to the casino and recreation area, the sheriff turned on a county road, headed toward the lake. After another mile, the lawman slowed the vehicle and glanced at Tuck with a grimace. We go cross-country from here.
Tuck nodded and held on as they bumped across the dry, flat land to the shores edge, where several other SUVs and a flotilla of motorboats ringed the crime scene. Yellow crime tape flapped in the wind around the land side of the perimeter.
Tuck ducked beneath the tape and flashed his credentials to get past the battery of Sioux County deputies and Standing Rock tribal policemen.
Once inside the perimeter, Josh hurried forward to the crime-scene technicians and exchanged a few words.
Tuck hung back, his gaze panning the area, his investigative eye noting everything that could be considered evidence. There wasnt much to go on. Based on the lack of blood spatter, the agent and the woman had been murdered elsewhere and their bodies dumped here, probably by boat. The sheriffs deputies would be checking for anyone who might have seen a boat pull close to shore. But as dark as it was, if the boat didnt have a light, no one would have seen a thing.
When Behling stepped back, Tuck caught his first glimpse of the dead woman.
Tucks breath caught in his throat and his heart jammed in his chest so hard it hurt, a foggy haze settling around the edges of his vision.
Pushing back pain, Tuck sucked in a deep breath, his feet carrying him forward as if he was walking through quicksand. He had to be seeing things that werent there. It couldnt be her. Do you have a positive ID on the woman? he asked, his voice echoing in his head.
The medical examiner looked up at Tuck, his brows raised questioningly. You have a need to know?
Its okay, Behling said. Hes another special agent.
Tuck moved closer, his gaze fixed on the body. Jesus. He closed his eyes, pressure squeezing his chest tight. I know her. He opened his eyes and stared down at the lifeless remains of the woman hed met a little more than a year ago here at Fort Yates.
Behlings head jerked in his direction, his brow furrowing. You know her?
Tuck nodded. Thats Julia Anderson. She was my wife.
Chapter Two
An hour later, Tuck sat on the side of the bed in his hotel room at the casino, staring at his hands. What the hell had just happened? He was on his way home for a week offhed never planned to spend his vacation finding out who had murdered a woman hed been married to for a grand total of forty-eight hours.
Behling left him at his door, claiming he had a mound of paperwork and calls to make and that hed check in with Tuck the next morning when Rick would take them back to Bismarck.
Relieved to have a chance for some time to himself, Tuck had assured Behling he would be fine and needed the rest and an opportunity to thinkalone.
Except for the blood staining her chest, Julia looked the same as the last time hed seen her on their wedding nightwhat he could remember of it. Long blond hair and pale blue eyes, a slender build, rounded, firm breasts. Shed been a beauty then and was just as beautiful in death. Had they met any other wayhad they tried to make their farce of a marriage stickthis scenario might have had a completely different ending.
Over a year had passed since their last correspondencethe annulment papers delivered by courier to his apartment door on his day off.
His head dropped into his open palms, the terrible nature of Julias death weighing him down. Who had killed her?
The cell phone lying on the bed beside him buzzed. He checked the caller IDDante. He didnt bother answering the call. What could Tuck say to his brother? Hi, Im in Fort Yates and just got through viewing my ex-wifes remains.
His brothers didnt even know hed married. Hed been too embarrassed to tell anyone. Hed been to a bachelor party for a friend and had been so sauced when hed met Julia, he hadnt been thinking clearly. After dancing with her for two hours straight, theyd ended up in his hotel room, making love until early into the next day. Still high on alcohol and sex, theyd run out to the justice of the peace, obtained a wedding license and tied the knot at the quaint little wedding chapel in Fort Yates. As the alcohol wore off and exhaustion set in, they returned to his hotel room, where they collapsed and slept through the rest of the day and night.
When Tuck had woken the next morning, Julia had been gone, leaving a note with an apology and no forwarding address. Shed filed for an annulment immediately, and their union had been dissolved. Just like that.
When his cell phone quit ringing, Tuck glanced at it, remembering the 911 text message from earlier that day beforewell, before everything. Behlings call, the quick trip to Fort Yates and the murders had made him forget to follow through, but now the contents of the message came back to him in a rush.
Could the message have been from Julia? His heart skipped several beats as he dialed the number in the message. Could it have been the last text message Julia had sent before shed been brutally murdered? He opened the text screen and a phone number flashed up at him. With a sense of dread, he pressed the number, engaging the dialing capability.
After several rings, someone answered. Or at least Tuck thought someone clicked the talk button. The ringing had stopped, but no one spoke.
Hello? Tuck waited in case the connection was bad. Reception in the far reaches of North Dakota was scarce if not nonexistent. Hello?
Tuck? Tuck Thunder Horse? a feminine voice asked in a whisper.
A hint of recognition tugged at Tucks consciousness and his heart rate kicked up a notch. Speaking.
Its J-Julia.
All the air left Tucks lungs as if someone had sucker punched him. Julia? How could it be Julia? She was dead, her body taken to the Fort Yates morgue. Hed identified the body himself. His stomach gurgled and twisted.
I need to see you, the woman said.