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if he was gone all the time?”
    “I thought we put that away,” Cody said. “But since you asked, I called him on his cell. He’d answer me any time of the day or night, wherever he was. I pulled him out of some big meeting once with a hospital and he took the call and talked me down for forty-five minutes. A couple of weeks later he said he got beat out of a commission for five thousand bucks. But he took my call. That’s the kind of guy he was.”
    “A good guy,” Larry said.
    “Yes,” Cody said, looking down at his sodden boots and feeling his chest contract. “A saint. My saint. And not the type of guy who would buy a liter of Wild Turkey and drink the whole bottle alone. He just wouldn’t do that. No way. That’s why I think this wasn’t an accident.”
    “Who would kill him? Somebody local? Any ideas?” Larry asked. But it was obvious he wasn’t convinced.
    “No idea in the world,” Cody said. “But AA is its own world. We share—I mean talk about—the most intimate things in the world with each other. But other than his job, I don’t really know much about him. That’s the way it works.”
    Larry took a couple of steps toward Cody. His voice was low. He said, “Cody, I know you want to believe that. And you may be right. But shit, man, isn’t it ‘once an alcoholic, always an alcoholic?’ I mean, maybe something happened. Maybe he just fell off the wagon. You can’t say it doesn’t happen.”
    “Not Hank,” Cody said. But a kernel of doubt had been planted.
    “Maybe just this once he fucked up,” Larry said. “It happens. You know it happens.”
    “NOT HANK,” Cody said.
    “Okay,” Larry said, putting his free hand up, palm out. “I’m just sayin’.”
    “There’s something else,” Cody said, suddenly feeling as if the floor was buckling under his feet. “I checked out his briefcase.”
    Larry said, “And…?”
    “His coins were gone. He always kept his coins in a plastic sleeve in his briefcase. He’d bring them out whenever we met face to face and show them to me. He was so proud of them.”
    Suddenly, the kitchen flooded with light. Cars had entered the parking area. Cody could see Larry without lifting up his flashlight. In the glare of the lights through the rain-streaked windows, the surface of Larry’s face and head was patterned with shadowed rivulets that looked like channels in an ant farm.
    “Skeeter,” Larry said, chinning toward the window. “Maybe the sheriff, too. At least three units. A whole shitload of ’em.”
    Cody didn’t look over.
    “The coins,” Larry said. “Were they gold coins or something? Valuable? So you’re saying maybe it was a robbery and a murder?”
    Cody shook his head. “The coins weren’t worth shit.”
    “So what are you driving at?”
    “They’re AA coins,” Cody said softly. “Twelve-step program coins. One for every year from the local chapter. They’re probably worth twenty bucks each, if that. There’s a goddamned elk on the Helena Chapter ones. Hank had nine of them. I’m ten months away from getting my first one and I’ve never wanted something so bad. And they’re missing.”
    Larry shrugged. “So your point is what?”
    “They’re gone,” Cody said.
    Outside, he could hear the sound of doors slamming and loud voices.
    Larry said, “We better go out and fill them in.”
    Back out in the rain, Larry said over his shoulder, “My cynical cop mind tells me Henry, I mean Hank, tossed the coins away when he decided to go on a bender. You know, like symbolic.”
    “Not Hank,” Cody said.

4

    Sheriff Edward “Tub” Tubman and Undersheriff Cliff Bodean arrived on the scene in identical beige GMC Yukons with LEWIS AND CLARK COUNTY SHERIFF’S DEPARTMENT decals on the front doors. They parked side by side next to Larry’s rig. Dougherty jumped out of his car to greet them. Both hikers remained inside his vehicle. As Larry and Cody approached, Tubman was unfolding his rain suit. His new gray Stetson