She checked her phone.No messages.No updates.Nothing but the screensaver photo of her and Ben at last year's Navajo Nation Fair, both of them smiling, both of them ignorant of how close they were getting to something that killed people who got too close.
Her mother had been one of those people.Anna Blackhorse had spent years researching suspicious deaths across tribal lands in Arizona and New Mexico—seventeen cases spanning five decades, all ruled accidents or natural causes, all involving people who had discovered something that powerful interests wanted kept hidden.She had built files and drawn connections and followed threads that led to this very piece of land, where a young geology student named Evan Naalnish had vanished fifteen years ago.
Ben had found Evan's body two months ago, hidden in a ravine beneath a cave system.The skull had been crushed.Murder, not an accident.Proof that Anna had been right—that people were being killed to protect secrets buried in this desert soil.
And then the FBI had closed the case in three days.No arrests, no further investigation, no explanation for how a murdered man had ended up on private land that its owners insisted they'd never visited.Paul Daniels had pushed for answers and been warned that pursuing the case could end his career.The message was clear: some doors were meant to stay closed.
Ben hadn't listened.Neither had Kari.And now Ben was gone, and all Kari could do was wait outside a fence while someone else searched for him.
It made her feel helpless, and she hated feeling helpless.She decided that as soon as she knew Ben was safe—and she didn't dare seriously entertain that it might be too late to find Ben safe and sound—she was done being cautious.Done playing by rules that only protected the people with power.Done—
A vehicle appeared in the distance, trailing a plume of dust along the access road.Kari's heart rate spiked as she recognized Paul Daniels' government SUV approaching the gate.She moved toward the fence line, trying to read his expression through the windshield, trying to prepare herself for whatever news he brought.
The SUV pulled to a stop and Daniels emerged.He was in his fifties, graying at the temples, with the weathered face of a man who had spent too many years dealing with things that decent people shouldn't have to deal with.Once upon a time, he had been Uncle Paul—Kari's father's partner at the FBI, the man who brought her sweatshirts and taught her to shoot her first gun.But whatever closeness had existed between them when she was a child had been complicated by years and distance and the nature of their separate work.
His loyalty was to the job first and foremost.Everything else was secondary.
"Nothing," he said, shaking his head grimly."We searched every building, every structure, every vehicle on the property.No sign of Ben.No sign that anyone's been held there recently."He ran a hand through his hair and let out a ragged sigh."The place looks like it's been cleaned.I mean professionally cleaned.Whatever was there three days ago, it's gone now."
Kari's heart sank.She had expected this—had feared it—but hearing it confirmed was different.She sensed Paul's eyes on her, waiting for a reaction, but she said nothing.She was afraid she wouldn't be able to keep her voice level, afraid her emotions would burst forth: her pain, her fear.
"The warrant took too long," Paul said, sounding like he was trying to channel his frustration into anger."I pushed as hard as I could, but..."
"I know."She did know.Paul had called in favors, made arguments, done everything short of threatening his superiors to get that warrant expedited.The fact that it had still taken three days told her something about how high this conspiracy reached.Someone in the federal government was protecting Devco Holdings.
And whatever they were hiding on that land.
"There's something else," Paul said.He glanced around, making sure no one was within earshot, though the nearest person was a quarter mile away."While we were searching, I noticed something.Recent excavation.Like someone's been digging test holes, taking soil samples."
"Mining exploration?"
"That's what it looked like.The land surveys from fifteen years ago said there was nothing valuable here—no minerals, no resources, nothing to justify the purchase price.But someone's been reevaluating that assessment."He met her eyes."Evan Naalnish was a geology student.He was exploring caves and rock formations when he disappeared.What if he found something that changed the equation?"
Kari thought about her mother's notes, the questions Anna had circled and underlined in her careful handwriting.Corporate purchase price 400% above market value.Why?What did Evan find?
"Something valuable enough to kill for," Kari said."Something they've been sitting on for fifteen years, waiting for the right moment to extract it."
Paul nodded."It makes sense.Your people own mineral rights to significant portions of this area.If Devco found something that extends beyond their property lines—"
"They'd need to buy or lease that land from the tribe.And the tribe hasn't been selling."Kari's mind raced through the implications."But if key people started dying, if decision-makers were removed, if the opposition slowly disappeared..."
"Then eventually they'd get what they wanted."Paul's jaw tightened."I'm not saying I can prove any of this.I'm saying it's a theory that fits the facts.And if Ben stumbled onto evidence of what they're really doing out here—"
"Then they can't let him talk."Kari looked back at the fence, at the land beyond it, at the secrets buried beneath soil that had already swallowed too many lives."He's still alive.I have to believe that.They'll want to know how much we know, and Ben isn't going to talk."
Paul regarded her grimly.
"I know, I know," Kari said, passing a weary hand over her eyes."There are ways to make people talk.But even if it comes to that, it won't be easy to crack Ben Tsosie."
Neither spoke for several long moments.The specter of torture hung over them—of Ben tied up in some shed or dark room, selling his knowledge as dearly as possible.
"The only thing we need to focus on right now," Paul said, "is what we can do.Officially, this search turned up nothing.The warrant's been executed, and I've been reminded—again—that my continued interest in Devco Holdings is not appreciated by my superiors."
"So we're back where we started.Blocked at every turn."
Paul was quiet for a moment.When he spoke, his voice was gentler than she had heard it in years."Your mother used to say that hope wasn't weakness.That believing in something didn't make you naive—it made you strong enough to keep fighting when other people would quit."
Kari looked at him sharply.He rarely mentioned Anna, and when he did, it was usually in the context of regret—the phone call he never returned, the help he never provided.
