“All right,” Letty said. “Listen, we’d really appreciate it if you wouldn’t ask him about any oil thefts. I’m sure they’re already spooked, but if we could take it easy . . .”
“I’ll let that slide. I’ll push him on his gun, push his lawyer on the gun, make it seem like a gun thing, that Tanner had a rumor on the murder investigation.”
“Great. Make it seem like it wasn’t even a big deal, us going to his house. It was a routine check, until the dog attacked Tanner.”
“I can do that, although I’m gonna feel a little stupid,” Pugh said.
“Only for a while,” Letty said.
“Fair warning: he’ll be out by this evening,” Pugh said. “He goes out to a range up in Pecos, and some of our guys know him from there. They say he’s got a lot of guns.”
“Okay. We’re warned. Hey, Casey—Thanks.”
* * *
When she was off the phone, Kaiser asked, “What are we doing tonight?”
“I want to look at satellite photos,” Letty said. “We want to get as far away from the tanker truck parking pit as we can and still see it, if it pulls out.”
“I got the spot,” Kaiser said.
“So we can do some more recon late this afternoon, before dark. Until then . . . Let’s get breakfast, not pancakes, head back to the hotel, get cleaned up, and take a nap.”
“You know what we need to do?” Kaiser asked. “It’s so flat out here, people are visible from so far away, I’d feel better if we had a rifle with us. If these guys really are some kind of nutcake militia . . .”
“You had me at ‘rifle,’？” Letty said.
“Well, we can legally buy one, even though we don’t live here, if our supervisor gives us a letter of authorization on an official government letterhead,” Kaiser said. “If we called Greet right now, she could scan a letter and send us a PDF that we could print at the hotel.”
“Wonder if there’s a decent gun shop in Midland?” Letty asked.
Kaiser glanced at her.
“Just kiddin’，” Letty said. She picked up her phone and punched in Greet’s number. “If this works, we’ll go shopping before we go back out there.”
ELEVEN
Victor Crain had rented a house behind Max Sawyer’s for the simple reason that it’d been empty and that Sawyer knew the landlord. He’d heard a gunshot, and when he looked out his back window, he’d seen the commotion in Sawyer’s yard and decided it was time to book.
He hadn’t been in the place for long and most of his possessions were still in boxes. When no cops showed up at his door, he repacked the few things that he’d unpacked when he rented the place, hauled them out to his pickup, and left town.
On the way, he watched for cop cars, or anyone who might be tracking him, and saw nothing suspicious. He called Jane Hawkes and said, “Sawyer’s been busted. He might have tried something, I heard a shot.”
Hawkes: “Shit! Shit! Why . . .” There was a breakdown in reception, and Crain next heard “。 . . now? We’re so close!”
“I bagged out of my house,” Crain said. “I’m gonna bunk down at the shack.”
“。 . . R.J. can . . . ask around.”
“You’re breaking up,” Crain said. “Where are you?”
“Rand and me and . . . big hole . . . almost done.”
“Gonna work?”
“Yes. We’re gonna drive the pickup . . . today. Make sure.”