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〃From here I'd say it was a Southern Cheyenne protohistoric knife； hafted with rawhide to a willow…wood handle。 Genuine； I might add； and in perfect condition until it was broken by clumsy use。 A find of particular importance。〃
Hazen grinned。 〃Yeah； important。 As another prop in this whole bullshit drama。〃
〃I beg your pardon？〃
There was a rustle behind them； and Corrie turned。 A pair of glossy…booted state troopers were pushing their way out of the corn and into the clearing。 One was carrying a fax。 The sheriff turned toward the newers with a big smile。 〃Ah。 Just what I've been waiting for。〃 He held out his hand； snatched the fax； and glanced at it； his smile broadening。 Then he handed it to Pendergast。
〃It's a cease…and…desist； Pendergast； straight from the FBI's Midwestern Divisional Office。 You're off the case。〃
〃Indeed？〃 Pendergast read the document carefully。 Then he looked up。 〃May I keep this； Sheriff？〃
〃By all means；〃 Hazen said。 〃Keep it； frame it； hang it in your den。〃 All of a sudden； his voice grew less affable。 〃And now； Mr。 Pendergast； with all due respect； this is a crime scene and unauthorized personnel are not allowed。〃 His red eyes swiveled toward Corrie。 〃That means you and your sidekick。〃
Corrie stared back at him。
Pendergast folded the sheet carefully and slipped it into his suit coat。 He turned to Corrie。 〃Shall we？〃
She stared at him in outrage。 〃Agent Pendergast；〃 she began； 〃you aren't just going to let him get away with that…？〃
〃Now is not the time； Corrie；〃 he said softly。
〃But you justcan't …！〃
Pendergast took her arm and steered her gently but firmly away； and before she could recover they were out of the corn and on the narrow dirt service road beside her Gremlin。 Wordlessly； she slid behind the wheel； Pendergast settling in beside her as she started up the engine。 She was almost blind with rage as she maneuvered through the thicket of parked official vehicles。 Pendergast had let the sheriff walk all over him； insult her…and he'd done nothing。 She felt like crying。
〃Miss Swanson； I must say the tapwater in Medicine Creek is exceptionally good。 As you know； I am a drinker of green tea； and I don't believe I've ever found better water for making the perfect cup。〃
There was no answer she could make to this non sequitur。 She merely braked the Gremlin at the paved road and stared at him。 〃Where are we going？〃
〃You are going to drop me at the Kraus place。 And then I'd suggest you return to your trailer and seal all the windows。 I understand that a dust storm is ing。〃
Corrie snorted。 〃I've seen dust storms before。〃
〃Not one of this magnitude。 Dust storms can be among the most frightful of meteorological events。 In Central Asia； they are so severe the natives have given names to the winds that bear them。 Even here； during the dust bowl； they were known as 'black blizzards。' People caught outside were known to suffocate。〃
Corrie accelerated onto the paved road with a screech of rubber。 The whole scene had begun to take on a sense of unreality。 Here Pendergast had just been humiliated； ordered peremptorily off a case he'd e all the way from New York to investigate 。 。 。 and all he could do was talk about tea and the weather？
A minute ticked away； then two。 At last； she couldn't take the silence any longer。 〃Look；〃 she blurted indignantly； 〃I can't believe you just let that sack…of…shit sheriffdo that to you！〃
〃Do what？〃
〃What？ Treat you that way！ Kick you off the site！〃
Pendergast smiled。 〃Nisi paret imperat。'If he does not obey； he mands。' 〃
〃You mean you're not going to obey the order？〃
〃Miss Swanson； I do not habitually talk about my future intentions； even with a trusted assistant。〃
She blushed despite her anger。 〃So we're just going to blow him off？ Continue our investigation？ To hell with the runty bastard？〃
〃What I do with regard to； as you so colorfully put it； 'the runty bastard' can no longer be your concern。 The important thing is； I cannot have you defying the sheriff on my account。 Ah； here we are。 Pull up to the garages behind the house； if you please。〃
Corrie pulled behind the Kraus mansion； where a rickety row of old wooden garages stood。 Pendergast went to one that sported a fresh padlock and chain； unlocked it； and flung open the doors。 Inside Corrie could see the gleam of a car…a big car。 Pendergast disappeared into the gloom and she soon heard the roar of an engine； followed by a low purring。 Slowly； the car nosed out of the garage。 Corrie could hardly believe her eyes as a gleaming； polished vision of elegance emerged into the gray dust of Medicine Creek。 She had never seen a car like it before； except maybe in the movies。 It came to an idling stop and Pendergast got out。
〃Where'd this e from？〃
〃I always knew there was a chance I might lose your services； and so I had my own car brought out。〃
〃This isyours？ What is it？〃
〃A '59 Rolls…Royce Silver Wraith。〃
It was only then that the full meaning of his prior sentence sunk in。 〃What do you mean； lose my services？〃
Pendergast handed her an envelope。 〃Inside is your pay up to the end of the week。〃
〃What's this for？ Aren't I going to stay on as your assistant？〃
〃Not after the cease…and…desist。 I can't protect you from it； and I could not ask you to put yourself in legal jeopardy。 Regrettably； as of this moment； you are discharged。 I would suggest you go home and resume your normal life。〃
〃What normal life？ My normal lifesucks。 There must besomething I can do！〃 She felt a rising tide of fury and helplessness： now that she was finally interested in the case； fascinated even； now that she felt she had finally met a person she could respect and trust…now that she finally had a reason to wake up in the morning…he was firing her。 Despite her best efforts； she felt a tear escape。 She angrily wiped it away。
Pendergast bowed。 〃You could help me one last time by satisfying my curiosity on the source of Medicine Creek's excellent water。〃
She stared in disbelief。 He really was impossible。
〃It es from wells that supposedly tap into some underground river；〃 she said； trying to make her voice as stony as possible。
〃Underground river；〃 Pendergast repeated； his eyes blank； as if his gaze had turned inward with a sudden revelation。 He smiled； bowed； took her hand； raised it to within an inch of his lips。 And then he got into his car and glided off； leaving her standing in the parking lot beside her own junk heap； in a swirl of dust； consumed by a mixture of wrath； astonishment； and misery。
Forty…Two
The cruiser whipped past the rows of corn on the airline road at a nice； easy 110 miles per hour。 The AC might not work； thought Hazen； and the upholstery might look like shit； but the 5。0 Mustang police package still had what it took under the hood。 The heavy chassis rocked from side to side； and in the rearview mirror Hazen could see two rows of corn whipsawing in his wake。
Hazen felt better than he had all week。 Pendergast was out of the picture。 He had a firm handle on the case； and it was getting firmer all the time。 He glanced over at Chester Raskovich； sitting next to him。 The security honcho looked a little gray around the gi