as you thought.â
âWhat happened to you? You used to be with us . You used to be one of us. Now you take a page from the tactics of the fucking tree huggers. I spent half of my goddamned press conference explaining why I love democracy and donât want to lock up environmentalists. I should have been talking about alternative energy. Is that what you want?â
âDue respect, Minister, you shouldnât have said it. This is the digitalââ
âDonât lecture me about the digital age! I get that from my teenage daughters! Let me tell you something, Brian. I see you at another one of my events and Iâll make sure you never speak to another person at Natural Resources Canada as long as Iâm minister. You understand? Anything that you and your Alternative Energy Group are trying to do will be dead in the water. Do you hear me? Dead. I am very disappointed in you, Brian. Very disappointed.â
âThat makes two of us who are disappointed, Minister.â
TWELVE
BROWNING, MONTANA. JULY 10.
COLE BLACKWATER HAD NEVER BEEN to Browning and wished that he wasnât there now. It was hot and dusty and he was in a hotel room that, even by his very liberal standards, qualified as a dive. After he had showered and been chaperoned by the FBI to dinner at the Junction Cafe, three of his fellow hikers had slipped past the Blackfeet tribal policeman sitting watch in his SUV and joined him in his room for a beer.
âWeâre not supposed to discuss this,â climate activist Jessica Winters said. âWe get caught, there are going to be consequences.â
âWe may as well already be in jail,â responded Peter Talbot.
âThis is pretty much the best Browning has to offer,â said Joe Firstlight. âYou should see our budget places.â He laughed, and the others smiled.
âWhat do we know?â Cole sat on the edge of his bed and drank a cold Pilsner from the can.
âThey seem to be mapping out each of our movements over the last few days. They wanted to know where everybody was last night and this morning,â said Talbot. He too had a beer in his hand.
Winters said, âIt feels like a week ago.â
âThey asked about what time everybody got up and when we went to bed and who knew Brian before this hike and who was the last to see him,â said Talbot.
âThey asked me all those questions too,â Cole said. âBut I just donât see anybody in our party as responsible. I donât see it.â
âWhat about the guides?â asked Talbot. âTad? What about this Foreman fellow?â
âForeman is dead too.â Winters shivered despite the stuffy room.
âThat was an accident,â said Talbot. âHe must have lost his balance in that gully and fallen.â
âHe was a mountain guide. I donât understand how he could slip and fall like that,â objected Winters.
âIt happens all the time,â responded Talbot. âI know a guide who tripped and fell down the stairs. Broke his neck.â
âIt just seems too coincidental.â Cole drank the rest of his beer and stood up to get another can. He had filled his sink with ice and put the beer in it to keep it cold. âThis guy happens to be at the Two Medicine Grill when Derek needs a guide. Brian gets killed and then this guy goes off to look for what? The killer? After the rest of his party comes back, he falls and cracks his head open. Who was in his party this morning when we split up and went to look for Brian?â
âI was,â said Winters. âAnd so was Mike, from the governorâs office. Derek radioed Blake, and thatâs when we learned that Brian was dead.When Derek came and found us, he sent us back, and he and Blake talked for a while. Blake stayed behind to see if he could find some evidence that someone else was up there with us.â
âThe fact that heâs dead makes me think that he
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