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Trapper exhaled a long breath of relief. “Good to hear.”
Jenks nodded agreement, and for a moment nothing was said, then, “Officially, nobody’s supposed to be in here, Trapper.”
“Officially, I know that. But The Major asked me to fetch him a bathrobe. They’re getting him up more, moving him around. He’s tired of mooning the nurses.”
Jenks chuckled, but he looked down at Trapper’s empty hands. “Couldn’t find his robe?”
“I did, but it was pretty sad, and you know how The Major prides himself on his appearance. I decided to buy him a new one.”
“Good plan. I’ll walk you out.”
The deputy moved aside. Trapper realized the choice of whether or not to leave wasn’t his to make. He headed for the front door, Jenks a few steps behind him. Close behind him.
As they moved onto the porch, Trapper asked, “Is this part of the county your regular patrol?”
“No. But when The Major comes home, sheriff wants the house to be intact. He asked me to drive out at least once a day, keep an eye out for intruders, souvenir seekers, like that.”
“You going to write me up?”
“Naw. You own the place, right?”
“Only half.”
“Did you stay on your half?”
Trapper gave him the expected laugh.
“Besides,” Jenks said, “the sheriff’s got enough on his plate. Had to bother him last night with a missing person report.”
“She was with me.”
Jenks threw back his head and laughed. “That’s just what Glenn said, but it wasn’t for Ms. Bailey. You know a guy named Petey Moss?”
Trapper shook his head.
“Well, doesn’t matter. Landlord filed, but I think Moss is trying to outrun his ex. Left the landlord with dead goldfish and unpaid months on his lease.”
Trapper replaced the spare door key where he’d found it, cleared the steps, and walked toward Kerra’s car, which was still purring. “Thanks for keeping a watch on the house.”
“You bet.” The deputy brushed the brim of his hat with his finger and climbed into his unit.
He followed Trapper down the drive and gave two friendly honks of his horn as he turned in the opposite direction out of the gate.
A couple of miles down the road, Trapper spotted an old cattle auction barn, which now stood vacant and derelict. He pulled off the highway and drove around behind the structure where he couldn’t be seen.
He got out of the car and began searching the wheel wells and undercarriage. In no time at all, he spied the transmitter. “Souvenir seekers, my ass.”
“What happened to your face?”
“Hello to you, too.” Trapper dropped a plastic Walmart bag onto the bed and sat down in the chair at The Major’s bedside. “I went to the ICU floor. They told me where to find you. Not that I needed directions once I reached this floor. The hallway is so crowded with goodie baskets and flowers, the staff is having to run an obstacle course to get to their other patients. When did they move you?”
“Couple of hours ago.”
“Means you’re on the mend.” He gave a casual look around. “Nice room. Open the blinds, you’ll have a view of the sunset. And I can bring some of those flowers in if you want. I spotted some chocolates that look good.”
“I asked you a question, John.”
Trapper sighed, propped his forearms on his thighs, and stared down at his boots. They were covered with dust from the old auction barn. From there, he’d made a quick stop at the store before coming to the hospital. There were several things he wanted to discuss with The Major, all of them touchy subjects.
