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Authors: K. C. Greenlief
Cold Hunter's Moon (2 page)
NOVEMBER 20âTHE RANSONS
A cacophony of barking greeted Ann as she entered her mudroom. She dumped the boot on the washer and got out of her wet outer clothes. The answering machine light was flashing, but she ignored it and ran upstairs to put on fresh jeans and a sweatshirt. She couldn't seem to get warm. Her mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what she should do about the boot.
She came back downstairs and listened to the calls on the answering machine. The director of nursing filled her in on yesterday's admissions and discharges and told her to enjoy her two weeks off. Ann was shocked to hear they had done five helicopter transfers in the last twenty-four hours. The second message was from John, asking her to have Gus Lowery's railroad lantern and pottery ready when he came home for lunch.
Shrugging off her concerns about the hospital, Ann called the sheriff's office. The dispatcher listened to her story and said she'd have someone get back to her as soon as possible. Resigned to the waiting game, Ann decided to have a cup of hot chocolate and get Gus's antiques ready
She and John had gone to an antique show over the weekend. They were avid collectors and frequented farm auctions where things were sold in box lots. To get the one piece they wanted they usually had to buy a box of things they didn't collect. They had started selling antiques at the occasional show and many of their friends asked them to look for things they collected. The boxes piled in the family room attested to the fact that they'd found several items.
Ann unearthed Gus's box and lugged it to the table in the family room. Before she opened it, she decided to build a fire. Setting up the kindling, the paper, and the logs kept her hands busy but left her mind free to race forward. How long did it take for bones to be picked clean? How long would bones last when they were exposed? Where was the rest of the body? Once the fire was started she settled down to unpack the box.
The dogs, as usual, acted as an early warning system. Ann got to the front door just as a large, black-gloved hand reached past the sidelight to ring the doorbell. She opened the door smiling, expecting one of the deputies she knew. The guy standing on her porch was not someone she had met before.
“Hello Mrs. Ranson, I'm Sheriff Lark Swenson,” he said in a deep voice as he pulled off his gloves and stuck out his hand. “I'm here to take a look at the boot you found.”
In the mystery novels Ann read there didn't seem to be any middle ground for sheriffs. They were either dense and hard on the eyes or, if the lead character was a single woman, they were drop-dead gorgeous and unmarried. In real life the few police she'd met were average looking. Of course, she'd always met them bent towards the window of her car as they gave her a speeding ticket.
This guy was about six-foot-four with broad shoulders and a well-built frame. Dark wavy hair set off a tanned face and startling light blue eyes. He reminded her of a taller, darker, and, if possible, more handsome Mel Gibson. Even Ann, married to a man she adored, couldn't resist a sneak peak at his ring finger. She mentally thanked the goddess of curling irons and cosmetics that she'd bothered to pull herself together this morning.
“This is the Ranson place, isn't it?” His eyes glanced over Ann's face as she stood mute in the doorway
“Ah ⦠yes, it is,” Ann stammered, ushering him inside. “I think I missed your name.”
The sheriff stepped into the foyer and took off his topcoat. Ann hung it in the entry closet as he sat down on the bench to take off his boots.
“Most people don't catch it the first time. My name is Lark, like Mark, only with an âL'. Lark Swenson.”
Ann wondered who in their right mind would name their child Lark. She looked into his eyes and couldn't keep a straight face. Unfortunately, one of her least intelligent stress reactions was hysterical laughter. The remains of a human foot in her laundry room, coupled with the surprise of this guy's name, struck all at once. Ann bent over and started laughing and crying at the same time.
The sheriff stood up and took her arm. “Mrs. Ranson, are you all right? Why don't we sit down.”
She raised up and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her sweatshirt. “Please call me Ann and I'll call you”âmore gigglesâ“I'll just call you Sheriff.”
Ann walked the sheriff into the living room, and between laughing and wiping tears from her eyes, offered him something to drink. He accepted, and she escaped to the kitchen to get herself together.
When she returned with his coffee and her cocoa, he was standing in front of one of the corner cupboards looking at Ann's collection of carnival glass. “My grandmother had some of this glass. I've always thought it was very colorful.” he said.
Ann laughed. “I love carnival glass but it isn't everyone's cup of tea.” She smiled calmly at him. “Please accept my apologies for my earlier behavior; this hasn't been one of my better days. I just built a fire in the family room. Let's go back there and I'll tell you about the boot.”
Lark took the tray and followed her. He stopped in front of the sofa table and set the tray down to pick up a blue pitcher she had just unpacked.
“Bleeding Heart,” he murmured, staring at the pitcher.
Watching sadness play across his face, Ann asked him if he collected Roseville.
“My wife collected it,” he said, gently setting the pitcher back down.
He walked over to the wall of windows and stood silently, looking out at Big Oak Lake. Ann sat on the sofa watching him. As she looked more closely, she saw a few threads of silver in his dark curly hair. She willed herself to stop staring when he sat down on the sofa and began his interview.
It didn't take Ann long to tell him the details of finding the boot. Lark then began asking questions about her and her husband. Ann told him the basics. She and John were married shortly after they met in West Virginia. After several job-related moves, they ended up in Madison, Wisconsin. Three years ago, one of John's clients left them land in Big Oak. Shortly after that, the hospital administrator position opened at Mason County Memorial Hospital. Ann got the job and John started his own residential design and construction company. They moved to Big Oak and built their house.
Once the sheriff was done questioning her, he asked to take a look at the boot. The dogs, still shut up in the garage, started barking when Ann and Lark got to the laundry room. Just as he unwrapped the boot, they heard a car pull up the driveway.
“That's probably John coming home for lunch,” Ann said, glancing at her watch. “He'll think I've been speeding again when he sees a police car in the driveway.”
“I'm driving my own car today,” Lark said, studying the boot. “Everyone's working overtime and all the official cars were in use.” He was putting on a pair of surgical gloves he'd pulled from his pants pocket when Ann left the room.
“Whose car is out front?” John yelled before she could get to the front door.
She rounded the corner as he hung his coat in the closet. “Who's here?” he asked, glancing at the boot tray.
She folded her arms and leaned against the wall. “You remember telling me about the red thing up by the pond?”
John nodded.
“It was a boot, and I think it had some bones in it. The car in the driveway belongs to the sheriff. He's in the laundry room looking at it.”
“This is a joke, right?” John said, staring at Ann like she was crazy.
“No, I'm afraid it isn't,” Lark said as he came around the corner. He shook hands with John and introduced himself. John didn't seem to notice his first name, which told Ann he was feeling the shock of this turn of events.
“Ann, I think you're right,” Lark said. “I'm pretty sure it's the remains of a human foot. I'm going to send it to the state forensics lab in Wausau.”
“Jesus Christ! A human foot? I don't believe it,” John said as he
walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. “How long has it been out there?”
walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table. “How long has it been out there?”
“I don't know, but I'd say quite a while,” Lark said, sitting down across from him. “I'm wondering how it got into your yard and where it's been all this time.”
“Uh, I'm pretty sure I know how it got here, but I don't have any idea where it came from,” Ann said, sitting down. “The dogs probably found it and dragged it in.” She fidgeted with the placemat on the table in front of her. “We didn't get home from Wausau until after eleven on Saturday night. It was so late, we figured it was safe to let the dogs out. Unfortunately, they took off towards the marsh, barking like hell. Remember,” Ann said, looking over at John, “we thought we heard a snowmobile but didn't see any lights.”
“I forgot about that,” John replied. “You think that's when they found the boot?”
“They were out for three hours; they had to be into something.”
“Well, if that's what happened, the rest of the body, if there's more, could be anywhere,” John said, looking out the sliders. He glanced over at Lark. “I can't imagine trying to search all three hundred and sixty acres in this snow. In the spring you might have a chance, but I doubt it this time of year.”
“How far do your dogs roam?” Lark asked.
“We don't watch them every minute but I doubt they leave the property. I've never seen them at the Lowerys', have you?” John asked Ann.
Frowning, she shook her head. “Nope, and I've never seen them at the Banskis' either. I think Duke and Buck routinely cover about twenty acres and range out around eighty to a hundred when they have time to fool around. They also wander out to the marsh when it's frozen.”
Lark got up from the table and walked over to look out the sliding glass door at the lake. The sun was gone, hidden behind gunmetal gray clouds, and big, heavy snowflakes were rapidly falling. It was only one o'clock in the afternoon but it looked like it would soon be dark.
“I wonder if you'd even have a chance of finding the rest of the body right now. The dog tracks will be covered with the new snow and deer hunting season must be keeping all your people very busy,” Ann said.
“I'll try to get some extra help from the state,” Lark said, rubbing his forehead. He walked back over and sat down at the table.
“John, your crew can spare you for a day,” Ann said. “If our dogs found that boot, why don't we see if they can lead us to the rest of the body.”
“You've read one too many mysteries, sweetheart,” John said.
She gave him a withering look.
“All right, all right. If the sheriff's interested, we'll give it a try”
“Give what a try?” Lark asked, not following their conversation.
“We'll see if the dogs can find the rest of the bones,” John said. “Golden retrievers have a nose about three hundred times as sensitive as humans. I can pick up a rock from the gravel drive, roll it around in my hands, throw it a couple hundred feet, and they'll find the exact stone and bring it back. If there's more where that boot came from, they can find it.”
Lark looked skeptical. John chuckled and shook his head “I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't see it with my own eyes. It's the damnedest thing.”
“While we're talking, I'm going to fix lunch,” Ann said, heading for the pantry. “It's terrible to think about food at a time like this, but I'm famished.” She heated up chicken noodle soup and made grilled ham-and-cheese sandwiches. They wolfed down the food and talked about hunting season accidents.
“I can't believe we've had the helicopter up here five times,” Ann said.
“Believe it,” Lark replied. “We've already had three tree stand falls, two of them with broken backs. We also had a woman shoot herself in the leg and hit her femoral artery She damn near bled to death before her drunken hunting buddies got her to the ER. Pete Williams missed a deer he was shooting at from his kitchen window. His bullet ended up in Mrs. Hartley's sewing room wall after it went through her shoulder.”
“Did Gus come down to take care of his father-in-law?” Ann asked John.
“He came down to check on the house. They want me to finish it in time for their big Christmas party,” John replied. “He ended up bailing Pete out because Cathy was shopping. Cathy offered to come home, but he told her he'd deal with Pete. He said Pete is mad as hell. He has to go to Rhinelander for a psychiatric evaluation or stay in jail.”
“The Lowerys go skiing at their cabin in Bessemer, Michigan, every Thanksgiving. Cathy spends most of the week shopping in Chicago because
she hates to ski,” Ann explained to Lark. “John's remodeling their house, so they're staying in Bessemer until it's done.”
she hates to ski,” Ann explained to Lark. “John's remodeling their house, so they're staying in Bessemer until it's done.”
“Gus said Pete called Judge Holten every name in the book, right in the courtroom.” John said, finishing his sandwich. “Pete told Holten that he got him elected and threatened to reverse that the next time he runs.”
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