Murder at the Petroglyphs
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The spirits of Native American ancestors are said to inhabit the sacred rocks at Petroglyph National Monument. So when an unidentified body is found there, everyone from the local police to the FBI are up in arms. But no one can figure out who the victim is until the CIA steps in, claiming that there is one person who might have answers: Harrie McKinsey.
Now it seems everyone is keeping an eye on the infamous sleuth Harrie, even her FBI agent husband, DJ, who is mystified by his wife’s connection to the dead man. It’s going to be up to Harrie to use her psychic intuition and savvy sleuthing skills to find the killer—unless, of course, he gets her first . . .
“Readers will slip right into this engaging tale of murder, camaraderie, complications and clever crime solving.” —Anne Hillerman, New York Times–bestselling author of the Leaphorn, Chee, Manuelito mystery series.
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Murder at the Petroglyphs - Patricia Smith Wood
1
Thursday Evening
Tonight the spirits of the Ancient Ones walk among the sacred rocks.
On his first day as a new ranger at Petroglyphs National Monument, Nick Ellis heard people talk about the spirits. He hadn’t believed them until he experienced it for himself one night under the full moon. It rattled him so much he considered transferring. Free-roaming spirits had not been part of the job description.
But when he learned about this sacred space and how important it remained for the Pueblo Indians in the area, his initial fear drained away. It was replaced with a sense of peace and respect for what the place represented, and the ancient culture who had created the symbols.
Petroglyphs National Monument on the far west side of the bustling city of Albuquerque, New Mexico, is a popular tourist destination, and even locals love hiking the area. Tonight, after the last visitor left, Nick spent half an hour making sure the trails concealed no lingering tourists. Next, he walked toward the small amphitheater to check for items left behind by the day’s guests.
His pulse quickened when he heard a sound, and he stopped short. He took a deep breath and pulled out his flashlight. A young coyote stood on the low wall, gazing at him. Nick exhaled quietly, and the animal turned away. Then, with graceful ease, it leaped from the low wall and left as silently as it arrived.
Nick pointed the flashlight toward the right corner and let it play across the floor at the bottom. It illuminated a pile of clothing.
Oh, great. Somebody forgot their jacket and backpack.
He stepped closer and the flashlight fell from his hands. A body lay on the floor of the amphitheater.
And Nick, for the second time in his career, considered asking for a transfer.
2
Friday Morning
You never cease to amaze me.
Ginger Vaughn stared at her childhood friend and shook her head. She leaned against the office doorframe, waiting for a response.
Harrie McKinsey looked up from the manuscript in front of her and peered over her reading glasses. What did I do this time?
Ginger sat in the chair facing Harrie’s desk. I just got a call from Mark Goodrum. He wanted to confirm ‘our plans’ to meet him and the other guys on Saturday to watch them fly their drones.
So?
Harrie pushed back a stray lock of her long auburn hair and grinned at Ginger.
That’s all you can say? When were you planning to tell me about this, and why are ‘we’ going out to the West Mesa to see a bunch of amateur radio operators fly toy airplanes?
Harrie blew out a breath. First, you know perfectly well they are NOT ‘toy airplanes.’ Second, we discussed this at the club meeting last week. You and I were both interested in the slide show Mark put on about drone flying. We wondered how so many hams in the area became intrigued with them.
Well, sure. But I don’t remember my saying I actually wanted to go out in the desert, in the hot sun, wind blowing my hair into a tangled mess, and observe these guys at play. For crying out loud. It’s almost June. We should be doing indoor things.
Harrie sat back in her chair and watched Ginger, who hadn’t yet looked her in the eye—an unusual situation for her best friend. What’s going on with you?
Ginger said, I’ve no idea what you mean.
Harrie sat without speaking, staring at this woman she knew almost as well as herself.
When Ginger looked up and met Harrie’s gaze, she sighed. Damn, you’re good.
Harrie grinned. True. But you’re always up for an adventure. And you’ve never held back from outdoor activities—in May, or June, or even July. So what’s holding you back this time?
It’s just that—well—Steve and the boys decided drones are the next big thing. It isn’t enough we’re all licensed amateur radio operators. Oh, no. They want to explore other ways to spend large amounts of money and weekends not doing their chores.
I knew it,
Harrie said. I could tell something had you annoyed.
Ginger frowned. Don’t rub it in, Short Stuff. And stop grinning at me, you silly goose.
Don’t tell me you’ve burned through your inheritance already?
Ginger looked confused. What … ?
Harrie shook her head. It occurs to me you and Steve worked hard all your lives to provide a lovely home, take care of your handsome, talented twins, and build a great life for yourselves. While the bequests we all received from your good friend and my ex-husband were unexpected, I realize you guys were already prepared to send the boys to college and take care of your own retirements.
So what’s your point?
Look.
Harrie carefully chose her words. Can’t you see? Now is a great time for Steve and the boys to strike out and find things to do together. Before long both Rob and Chris will graduate high school. Next they’ll be gone to college and after that ….
she shrugged.
Ginger’s eyes welled with tears. Exactly.
She brushed at her eyes. I’ve thought about that a lot. I also wonder if perhaps we should set up a trust fund for the twins. That would be the best use of Nicos Constantine’s money. But Steve seems to feel we should focus on having fun with them while we can.
Harrie said, What’s wrong with that? You’ve covered all the bases. You might as well live it up and make lots of great family memories.
Ginger sighed. You always say exactly what I need to hear, don’t you?
It’s easy. I can get inside your head and read what you’re thinking.
That’s a little creepy.
Harrie stood and walked around the desk. Hey let’s go grab some lunch and talk about getting the whole gang together for this drone thing.
Ginger sighed, and a big smile played across her face. Sure, why not? I always give in to whatever wild-haired scheme you come up with. But I beg you, promise me one thing.
What’s that?
Harrie said.
It hasn’t been long since our last adventure.
So?
Ginger sighed. So, I’m begging you. Please, please, please. This time, will you promise you won’t get us involved in another murder?
Harrie picked up her handbag, put on her sunglasses, and said, Sweetie, I never make promises I can’t keep.
3
Saturday Morning
Early Saturday morning Ginger drove to Harrie’s house, collected her friend, and headed to The Village Inn for a breakfast of coffee and pancakes. By the time they got back in the car, Ginger once again displayed her bright smile and eager attitude.
I’m glad I encouraged Steve and the boys to take his SUV and go on ahead. This is fun.
She maneuvered her yellow VW out of the restaurant parking lot and eased into traffic.
Harrie adjusted her seat belt. It’s great. I wasn’t looking forward to the long drive alone.
She looked out her window. But I’m disappointed DJ had to work today. I swear, there’s always something going on at the FBI, and my husband ends up in the big middle.
I know,
Ginger said. But look at it this way. Now Steve will have the pleasure of introducing DJ to the hobby later, and that’ll make them both happy. They have such fun futzing around together.
I guess,
Harrie muttered. Anyway, I’ll admit today I’d rather navigate than drive.
Ginger shot her a glance. Since when don’t you like to drive?
I didn’t say that. I love to drive.
She paused, the slightest beat too long, before continuing. It’s just that … I want to pay particular attention to the scenery. Besides, I have the directions right here on my phone, and that’s what I can contribute.
Ginger frowned. Uh huh. Sure.
She turned her head for a quick glance at Harrie. You’re up to something.
Harrie sighed. Woman, you’re impossible. Why do you always think I’m up to something?
Hmmm, let’s think this through.
Ginger tilted her head in mock concentration. Do you suppose it’s because … you ARE always up to something?
But Harrie didn’t take the bait. You’d better turn left at Montgomery. We need to end up going westbound on Montano, all the way to Unser.
How convenient. It’s lucky for you I need to concentrate on the traffic. For your information, this isn’t over. I’ll find out eventually what’s going on.
Harrie again changed the subject. What’s up with this town and its habit of giving one street two different names?
Ginger shrugged. You mean like Montgomery becoming Montano?
Harrie nodded. Yeah, and like Comanche turning into Griegos. Why the need to change the names?
The way I heard it …
Ginger went into her mom/educator mode.
Harrie released the breath she’d been holding. Relief flowed through her like warm milk. She focused on Ginger’s explanation.
… it all happened after World War II or thereabouts. For years, Albuquerque extended only a little past the railroad tracks. When they chose the site for the University back in 1889, there was nothing much beyond it. University Boulevard was just a dirt road for several years. East of the University, it was mostly mesa. In the Thirties and Forties, they built houses toward the mountains all along Central Avenue, mostly close to the University. After World War II the town grew quickly. More homes and businesses were built. The builders named the streets, and they rarely paid any attention to how those streets might eventually come together.
Harrie said. How do you know all this stuff?
Ginger shrugged. Blame it on my youth. As a young teacher, I became obsessed with teaching my seventh grade students the history of our state and this city. I suppose because I was so enchanted with it, I tried to instill the love of history in them.
Well you are an inspiration to us all. I feel downright disloyal for not having information like that at my fingertips.
They continued chatting throughout the rest of the trip, and Ginger didn’t mention her suspicions. Harrie counted herself lucky for the reprieve. She needed more time before being grilled. Thinking about last night’s dream wasn’t a good idea.
They arrived at the George J. Maloof Airpark by 7:30 AM. Already knots of people gathered around the owners of model airplanes, radio controlled cars, and drones.
Harrie spotted their friend Mark, and the other hams from the radio club who surrounded him. They, too, were eager to see the drones after hearing Mark’s talk.
Steve and the boys stood close by, observing the process of setting up and readying the equipment. Ginger and Harrie joined them.
So what have you learned so far?
Ginger slipped her arm through Steve’s.
Steve grinned. I definitely want one.
Ginger shook her head and turned to Harrie. Didn’t I tell you? Can I read these guys or what?
Harrie nodded. Definitely.
Rob, oldest of Ginger and Steve’s identical twin sons by three minutes, grabbed his mother and lifted her off the ground. Mom! Drones are V Lit!
He set her down with a flourish.
Ginger tugged at her shirttail. Robert James Vaughn, knock that off. You’re too old to keep picking me up all the time! You’re gonna pull a muscle or something.
Chris, the other twin, gleefully laughed at his brother. You dork. Stop showing off.
Rob lunged at his brother, who expected the move and ducked just out of reach. Then they took off running.
Steve sighed. I wish I had their energy and flexibility.
Harrie said, Okay, I give up. What did Rob just say?
Steve and Ginger grinned. Steve said, I’m not surprised you don’t know. We only found out last week. It’s some of the latest teen slang.
Harrie frowned. It’s like a foreign language. Where do they get this stuff?
Who knows,
Ginger said. But the translation for us old folks is this: V stands for very, and Lit means ‘hot’ or ‘cool’ or whatever we used to say when something was the very best.
Great,
Harrie said. I think I’ll wait until they speak English again before I try conversing with them.
A buzzing sound, like that of a very large bee, brought Harrie’s attention back to the group surrounding Mark Goodrum. She saw a white object with red stripes decorating the four arm-like protrusions at the top. Mark had assembled the drone on a picnic table nearby. It lifted off from there as they watched. The machine sported four sets of whirring blades attached to the four arms. Under the belly of the drone ascending above her, Harrie saw a tiny video camera.
She’s a beauty, isn’t she?
Mark, controls in his hands, stood beside her and grinned at his complex machine.
It certainly is,
Harrie said. What do you call these things?
This one,
Mark said, is a Quad-coptor Drone.
He described all the wonderful features of his amazing machine.
The crowd gathered around them as Mark explained the features and abilities of the drone. Everyone focused on it flying overhead, and Harrie found she’d lost interest. She drifted away from the group.
Enjoying the calm, lovely morning and panoramic scenery filled Harrie with peace. The Sandia Mountains—and the city of Albuquerque sitting at their base—offered a spectacular view. She wandered a bit south of the drone field and reveled in the relative quietness. Something about the desert air seemed to isolate sound. She closed her eyes and almost imagined she stood miles away from the crowd.
At first her closed eyes saw only the imprint of the mountain view and the city she’d been staring at. In seconds, a similar but different scene replaced it in her mind’s eye.
She drew in her breath, realizing this came from her dream last night. A crumpled body lay in a heap inside a circular structure, which seemed open to the air.
Harrie didn’t know where it was or what had happened. But she knew, with cold certainty, that this dream would haunt her—like all the others—until she discovered the answer.
4
Saturday Morning
Harrie opened her eyes. Clear your mind, she ordered herself. This is no time to remember your crazy dream.
She turned back to the ham radio group. They were now farther north and west. No one seemed to notice she wasn’t among them. Then she spied Ginger, standing apart from the rest of the crowd, scanning the area. Ginger waved, and Harrie watched her friend jog down the hill toward her.
Harrie hurried to rejoin her. Where’s the drone now?
she asked, as they closed the distance between them.
Ginger caught her breath before she responded. Mark just landed it.
She said, You scared me, Short Stuff. I looked around, and you were gone.
Harrie patted her on the back. I’m fine. You know I’m always exploring. It never occurred to me you’d worry.
Ginger pushed her long black hair away from her eyes. I suppose I should have known. You can’t stand still, can you?
They walked slowly to join the crowd of amateur radio operators.
So,
Harrie said, has Steve convinced you to get a drone for the family?
Ginger grinned. It was a done deal before you and I arrived. He’s already planning a trip to the hobby store, and the boys are beside themselves with glee.
When they reached the group, Harrie noticed a new member she hadn’t met. Who’s the young guy talking to Mark?
Ginger grabbed Harrie’s arm. Come on. He’s a friend of Mark’s.
She pulled Harrie along and stopped beside the two men. Mark,
Ginger said. Harrie hasn’t met Nick.
Harrie flinched and hoped no one noticed. Nick, or more precisely Nicos, was the name of Harrie’s first husband. It irritated her when she still reacted to the name. But that small rush of adrenaline annoyed her the most. Flight or fright syndrome. Harrie pushed all that out of her mind and smiled at Mark and his young friend.
Mark said, Harrie, this is Nick Ellis. He’s also a drone enthusiast.
Nice to meet you Nick,
Harrie said, as she shook his hand. He seemed so young, and bore no resemblance at all to the roguish Nicos Constantine, a point in his favor.
Ginger spoke up. Nick’s been telling us about his job. He’s a ranger at Petroglyphs National Monument.
How interesting,
Harrie said. I’ve lived here all these years, and I’ve never seen the Petroglyphs.
A shy smile creased Nick Ellis’s face. It’s beautiful. You must come pay us a visit. The rock carvings are amazing. The site is covered with them.
Harrie nodded to Ginger. Let’s do that soon.
She returned her attention to the ranger. Tell me, Nick. What’s the most interesting thing about your job?
He took in a big breath and shot a glance at Mark. Well, a few days ago, I would have said just working in such an amazing environment. We see such interesting people. They come from all over the world.
Mark nodded. Nick told me about something that happened on Thursday night. I think it rattled him.
A chill went up Harrie’s spine, as though the wind had turned cold and aimed itself directly at her. She forced herself to ignore it. What upset you?
He shook his head. I guess I wasn’t prepared,
he said. Over the past couple of years I’ve become used to sharing the monument with the spirits of the Ancient Ones. I’m not even freaked out when I feel their presence.
Ginger said, Are you serious? Do you mean there are ghosts at the Petroglyphs?
Nick shook his head. "We don’t think of them that way. The word ‘ghosts’—at least to me—implies a malicious energy, out to scare the living. That’s not the way of The Ancient Ones. The Petroglyphs belong to them. It’s their ancient land. We’re the honored caretakers. Even today, the Pueblo Indians in this area consider it their sacred ground. The Ancient Ones are their ancestors, and they feel the same connection to this site. Everyone, visitors and staff alike, understands they’re being allowed to tread on sacred ground. But we are the interlopers—not the spirits of The Ancient Ones."
More people had assembled, drones forgotten for the moment, to hear what Nick had to say. The young man realized he had become the center of attention, and he blushed a deep shade of red. I’m sorry,
he said. I talk too much.
A chorus of No
greeted him, and Harrie said, Please go on, Nick. This is so interesting. I knew nothing of these Ancient Ones you mentioned.
Nick nodded. He seemed to relax a bit. Well, like I said, I’m no longer nervous in their presence. It comforts me to know they still watch over the land and care for it. That’s why I was so upset two nights ago when I had the duty to close up.
A familiar, queasy feeling came over Harrie. She swallowed hard and took a long breath. Her attention drifted from Nick’s story to her dream from two nights ago. She doubted a connection, and yet ….
She had missed the first few sentences of what happened Thursday and forced herself to pay attention.
… but the coyote jumped over the wall, and I thought he was my big scare for the night. The flashlight played across the floor, and what I thought was a pile of clothes, turned out to be a body.
Several of the group reacted. Ginger turned to Harrie, who put her hand to her mouth.
Ginger leaned over and whispered, What’s wrong?
Harrie waved her away and shook her head. Just listen,
she responded in a whisper.
Ginger pulled Harrie a small distance away from the group. What do you mean?
Several seconds went by before Harrie whispered, That’s what I wasn’t ready to tell you.
She turned her back to the group, and Ginger leaned in closer to hear her.
I saw that body. I had another one of ‘those’ dreams, and I know I saw this body he’s talking about.
Ginger stared at her friend.
Harrie grabbed her hand and squeezed it. What do I do now?
5
Well, for now,
Ginger said I’d recommend you keep your mouth shut.
Harrie nodded. But this should be a major story. Did you hear anything on the news yesterday?
Ginger shook her head. No, but that doesn’t mean anything. I sometimes get busy and don’t bother watching the news. Anyway, it’s always so depressing, who needs it?
We’d better get back and see what else he’s saying.
Right.
They strolled back and melted into the edge of the group surrounding Nick and Mark.
Mark looked up and said, Harrie, has DJ said anything to you about this body Nick discovered?
Harrie’s heart slammed into her chest. Her reaction surprised her as much as his question. Time seemed to stop. In reality, she knew only a few awkward seconds had passed.
She took a breath. No, but why would he?
Mark grinned at her. "Don’t forget. I graduated from