Chuck shook his head, unable to hide his smile. So much for keeping the skull away from the girls. He should have figured on Rosie’s curiosity leading her back to it.
He let Rosie and Carmelita finger the bullet’s entry and exit wounds before tucking the skull back in his pack and taking it with him in the van to the resort, following Janelle and the girls in the truck.
Janelle turned the truck left, past the lodge and conference center, headed for the cabin. Chuck continued on around the grass fields.
Several employees were gathered in front of Falcon House. Four dark-complexioned men were dressed for work in white aprons and short-order-cook hats, while three young white women wore street clothes. They stood next to an old sedan parked in front of the employee dormitory. Wildflowers were tucked beneath the wiper blades against the car’s windshield. A small bouquet rested on the hood.
Chuck saw, as he parked, that the employees surrounded Clarence.
The employees looked warily at Chuck as he approached from the van. Clarence appeared unfazed in their midst.
Chuck held out his hands in a peace-making gesture. “I’m sorry about what happened with Nicoleta,” he said, stopping before them.
A stout, young woman, dishwater-blonde hair hanging straight down the sides of her face, spoke with a thick Eastern European accent. “You was there, yes?”
“That’s right. I was.”
“I am Anca.” The young woman’s voice caught in her throat. “Did she say some things, some words, to you before she…?”
“I’m sorry,” Chuck said. “No, she didn’t. She couldn’t speak. And…and that was all.”
“No one else was there?” Anca asked.
“I heard her scream. I ran to her, but I was too late. Whoever did it was gone.”
“You have no idea who does this thing?”
“No.”
She aimed a finger at Clarence. “Earlier, I think it was him. I try to—How do you say it in this country?—rip his face off. But the others, they tell me no.” Her glance took in her co-workers. “They say this guy, he a good guy, and I know, inside me, they are right.” Her voice quivered. “Then I say it must to be you. You was there. You was with Nicoleta. But they say you could not do that to Nicoleta and stay with her, that the polices would know.”
“Your friends are right,” Chuck said.
“But Nicoleta, she is died.” The young woman teared up.
“The two of you were roommates, right?”
“Yes.”
“Were you good friends with each other?”
“I have done some things with her, but she was many of the time on her own.”
“And the night before last, when she…she…?”
“I was no with her that night. For the first time of the whole much summer, I go to the town with some of the other peoples for to a restaurant and a bar, like I was told the polices. No more television watching, finally. I was very much happy. It was a much fun town on the night. I was asleep, for not long, in another room, and then there was a scream, and I look in our room, and she was not there…” Anca’s voice trailed off.
Chuck thought of the many nights Anca had been forced to spend in other workers’ rooms. It sounded like it had almost become routine. “Nicoleta had many other friends?”
“With your people.”
“My people?”
“Your student peoples, the—How do you say it?—the partiers.” Anca gave Chuck a calculating look.
He bristled. “None of my students had anything to do with it. Not Clarence, and not anyone else.”
“This is what you are saying to us.”
“The police don’t think so, either.”
She blinked away her tears. “I am not caring about these polices. If I am learning who has done this thing, I will take care of it on myself.” She reached into a large cloth handbag hanging from her shoulder and lifted a handgun into sight, just above the top of the bag.
Chuck stepped back. “Whoa.”
At the sight of the gun, the four men turned on their heels and made for Falcon House. The two other young women exchanged worried glances while Clarence edged to Chuck’s side.
“Please,” Chuck implored Anca. “Put that thing away. There’s no need for that.”
The young woman slipped the handgun back into her bag.
“Where’d you get that?” Chuck asked her, dumbstruck.
She shrugged. “Is easy. Is America. My father, he tell me I must to have gun in this country. And now, with Nicoleta, I know he is right.” She touched the bouquet of flowers left on the sedan in Nicoleta’s memory. “Where I come from, this killing never happen.”
“I—” Chuck began. He looked at Clarence, then at the three young women. “I just came over here to tell you, all of you, how sorry I am. I know there was some…fraternization…between Raven House and Falcon House residents over the summer. But I’ve had no indication from the police, or from anyone else, that it had anything to do with Nicoleta’s—” He stopped, started over. “I want you to know I’m with you, we’re with you. We want to do everything we can to—”
Chuck stopped again, his eyes darting toward the sound of vehicle tires crunching on the gravel road. He, Clarence, and the three young women watched as Parker drove his bright blue pickup to the front of the dormitory and parked.
The resort manager climbed out of his truck and addressed the group as he walked up to them. “I saw you talking over here.”
Chuck looked across the fields at Parker’s office window, visible in the top floor of the conference center. He glanced at Anca, her gun-bearing satchel over her shoulder. Surely it was against resort policy for employees to be armed.
The three young women shuffled their feet. “We are talk about Nicoleta,” Anca told Parker. She pointed at Chuck and Clarence. “They speak with us. Is all okay.”
The other two young women looked anywhere but at Parker.
“You’ve probably done enough talking for now,” the resort manager said.
Anca bowed her head and stepped back. The three young women pivoted and headed for Falcon House.
Chuck rested his fingertips on the hood of the sedan. “It’s Nicoleta’s?” he asked Parker.
“It is. She bought it at the beginning of the summer, planned to sell it before she went home. A number of them do that each year so they can get around.”
“They’re turning it into a memorial?”
“It’s a reminder for people. I’m sure her keys are in her room, but that’s still off limits. Meantime, it’s sitting out here for all the world to see and focus on.”
Chuck looked at the car, eyes narrowed, tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. “You should have it towed,” he told Parker.
“Chuck’s right,” Clarence agreed. “Out of sight, out of mind.”
“Hmm,” Parker said. “That’s not a bad idea. I suppose we could move it over to the maintenance yard.”
“Where’s that?” Clarence asked.
Chuck answered for Parker. “Behind the lodge, through the trees from our cabin.” He looked at the resort manager. “No telling how long the cops are going to take to finish their investigation. Meantime, you can bet the car’s going to get more and more attention.”
“I know.” Parker folded his arms and frowned at the sedan.
“No time like the present,” Chuck prodded.
“Oh.” He loosened his arms. “Right.”
Parker reached for his phone to call Jake, proprietor of the only wrecker service in Estes Park.