âto live.â He was run through the chest with an elk horn just before you left Seattle without saying good-bye.â
âWhy didnât Stella tell me that?â Why didnât Gabby tell me about Fowler being my uncle? Why was everyone keeping me in the dark? The frustration of my predicament was giving me prickly heat. âSo, I guess now they think I killed TVâs McGlaggart, tooâis that it?â
âBingo. Yet another person whose collection you appraised is deadâ¦.
Stella?
Christ, you didnât tell Wilberforce/Peete where you are, did you?â
âI spoke to her just before I spoke to you last. I didnât tell her where I was. But she wanted me to come back to New York, said Wilberforce/Peete would protect me. I said Iâd look after myself.â
âAtta boy. Thereâs good money to be made in appraising, but donât kid yourselfâthe insurers look out for themselves first and foremost. And Stella is sly, probably throw you to the wolves as soon as she could. Youâre a liability to them now. To the FBI, youâre the common link. You not only were in town during each of the murders, you had entrance to the victimsâ homes. Now they only need a motive, and maybe a witness.â
âHow do I get into these things?â I massaged my forehead. âWhen the FBI questioned you, did they mention anything about our grandfather?â
âYup. Didnât know what that was about. Do you?â
âNo. And about Fowler?â
âWho?â
âJ. C. Fowler. Just look him up, youâll remember. Seems he knew Gabby and Dad.â
I held back on the Uncle Werewolf fantasy for the time being. The uncle part, well, I wanted to see if Nicholasâs research came up with anything on that independently. If it was true, he should find it pretty quickly. And the werewolf partâ¦well, that was just too nutty to repeat.
âI just finished seeing Mom again, trying to find out more. She didnât know much, just that Grandad was a famous big-game hunter and that Fowler was bothering Mom and Dad back when we were kids. Fowler somehow tracked me down, was babbling about coyotes and javelinas and spiritsâ¦Gabby seems to think Fowler believes Iâm possessed with a demon of some sort. Just insane stuff, Nicholas. Iâm hoping you can make some sense of it.â
âYes, Garth, how do you get mixed up in these things?â I heard Nicholas chuckle. âLet me have someone look into it. Weâre going to get you out of this, donât worry.â
âYou going to have Mel research it?â A cute brunette with an even cuter little daughter, Melanie was once his skip tracerâshe could hack her way into anyoneâs past. Now she was his fiancée.
âSheâs pretty frazzled these days, what with the wedding,â Nicholas said, clearing his throat. âI have someone else in mind, at least for some of it.â
âNicholas, thereâs something else you need to know about the murders. Maybe you can dig something up on this. Whatâs the significance of a white gecko?â
âA white gecko? You mean the lizard?â
âYup, the lizard. Each of the previous victims was found with a dead white gecko. And these geckos only turn white every hundred years or so. The FBI wants to keep that a secret. Gabby said that five geckos together were some kind of bad mojo, and Fowler had a medallion with five white geckos on it around his neck and seems to think theyâre the key to all this.â
âSo, let me get this straight. You want me to research the connection between our grandfather, J. C. Fowler, the murder of three big-game hunters, and five white geckos?â He snorted. âCan I get you something else with that, sir? Fries? A shake?â
âIâm just giving you what Iâve got. But what do I do now, Nicholas? I canât come home.â
âWe have to get you