Durer scowled over the rim of the steering wheel. “If he wants to start a war around here, he’s sure doing it right.”“Take it easy, Carl.” Dan grabbed for the dash as the chief of police slammed the four-wheeler through an old wash. “You do that again and we’re going to have to walk back. What exactly did Sandy tell you, anyway?”“Just that she’d found a body. The Wilmer girl.” He slowed a little as they bounced down into the next wash. “She was pretty upset.”“Then how do you know a uniform’s involved?”“Sandy said so.” Durer grunted. “I hope she’s wrong.”He didn’t think she was. Dan scowled up at the rocky wall of the Gorge above them, a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sandy didn’t jump to conclusions. “Don’t lay all the blame on Voltaire. I think he’s trying to do the best he can, but he can’t do it on his own. He’s young.” Dan sighed. “He’s got a lot to learn.”“He’s not that young,” Durer growled. “He doesn’t give a shit about anybody who doesn’t wear a uniform.”Dan said nothing.
