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maybe you can help me find out who did this.”
    He stared straight ahead. “You’re scamming me. You’re just trying to get me to—”
    “What? Talk about him?”
    “Yeah.”
    “Is there a problem with that?”
    She saw a tear shine his eye, spill down his cheek. He shoved his fist to his eye and swiped hard. “Shit!”
    Looked at her defiantly.
    Laura said, “‘Shit’ is right.”
    He slid off the fence. “I’m going for a walk.”
    She remained where she was. He started walking along the road. Got about twenty yards from her and turned back to look at her. “You coming?”

    Later, Laura would realize that that was the moment she hit the Mother Lode.
    Or more accurately, she’d put together the first section of the jigsaw puzzle that was Sean Perrin.

4: Sean Perrin 101

    Laura liked jigsaw puzzles. They framed her thinking in an entirely different way. If she was trying to work out a seemingly unsolvable problem on a case, she would pick out a jigsaw puzzle and set up the card table on their screened-in porch.
    The jigsaw puzzle took her mind off the subject at hand. Just thinking about something else allowed her mind to range free. Her long-deceased mentor, Frank Entwistle, had told her that sometimes you had to step away from a case and let it work on the subconscious.
    When she worked a jigsaw puzzle, her brain was busy concentrating on the mechanics of fitting one piece to another. She’d work on one section, putting together several of the more obvious pieces, until that section played out. Then she’d look around for other pieces that might connect, and start a whole new section. Eventually they would inch toward each other until she zeroed in on the last piece.
    By not thinking about her job, she let her mind rest. And often, her mind broke through barriers and she would end up with a revelation.

    Cody and Laura took a trail to Madera Creek down below the cabins. Once he started talking, he couldn’t stop.
    Sean Perrin had spent a lot of time hanging out with Cody.
    He was former military—Special Forces. He showed Cody some interesting fight moves—what Sean called “basic stuff”—and told him stories about firefights in the Korengal Valley, and the time most of his platoon was wiped out.
    He had a Bronze Star and a Purple Heart.
    After the military Sean worked for a defense contractor, but quit when he realized how dirty that business was.
    Sean told Cody his own son’s name was Cody, but he was a lot younger.
    “What about his daughter? What was her name?”
    “Tabitha—Tabby for short. His wife’s name’s Gina. Are they coming out here?”
    “I don’t know. We haven’t yet contacted the next of kin. Did Sean mention anyone he had a problem with? From around here?”
    “He said he was estranged from his sister in Tucson. That means they didn’t talk, right?”
    “Do you know her name?”
    He shrugged. “He just called her ‘Miss Priss.’”
    They’d find her.
    “What else can you tell me about him?”
    Cody was picking his way from boulder to boulder, every once in a while tossing sticks into the creek.
    “He lived in Las Vegas. He worked for a . . . I dunno, I forget. A bank? He said he was a . . . ” He screwed up his forehead. “ financial consultant .”
    “Anything you can remember about that?”
    “He said . . . he said he got fired because he flagged an account, something about a well-connected mob guy. He said he was on the run.”
    “On the run?”
    “He said he had to leave his family behind because he might put them in danger. From the mob guy.”
    Laura said, “Did he have a phone?”
    “Oh, yeah. A Galaxy S III. Don’t you guys have it?”

    Laura knocked on the other doors, but judging from the number of cars in the lot—hers, the Forest Service ranger’s truck, and Barbara Sheehey’s station wagon—most of the guests were out.
    The place was quiet. Just the occasional blurt of the radio in the ranger truck. She talked to the ranger, David