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Arkansas River
Mandy said, âYeah, he sure angered other fly fishermen with his cheating. But besides family and friends, did he piss off other people, too?â
âSome people he used to work for. He hasnât been getting as many calls for his carpentry skills in this economic downturn, so he owed money to a couple of folks. They arenât too happy he died before he paid off his debts. Something could have happened between him and Newt or Ira or one of his creditors that made one of them want to kill him.â
âOr Howie pissed off someone else we donât know about yet.â
âAgreed. I have a feeling thereâs a lot more to the Howie Abbott story than we know already.â
At that point, Mandy heard the call-waiting beep signal on her phone. She figured she and Quintana were about done anyway. âOops, Iâve got another call. Iâll check in with you later.â
âThanks for the information about Ira. Youâve been real helpful on this case, Mandy.â
Feeling a glow of accomplishment, Mandy said goodbye and hung up on Quintana, then picked up the other call. It was the dispatcher from the ranger station.
âSorry to call you in on your day off, Mandy, but weâve got a body search situation where we need all hands.â
Mandy stowed her laundry basket back in her closet and sat on the bed to scratch behind Luckyâs ears. âWhatâs going on?â
âA woman reported her husband missing last night. She said he told her heâd be camping and fishing at Ruby Mountain for a few days, but she noticed after he left that heâd forgotten his box of flies. When she drove to Ruby Mountain to deliver the box, his truck was parked there, but she saw no sign of him. He didnât respond to her shouts either. She searched for him along the banks for a couple of hours before it got pitch black, then she called in the report.â
Damn, Mandy thought. Ruby Mountain was just upstream from Brownâs Canyon, a rushing series of Class III and IV rapids that was the most popular whitewater rafting run on the upper Arkansas River. If the manâs fishing waders filled up and he was washed into the canyon, his chances were slim to none. Worried it might be someone she knew, Mandy asked, âWhatâs the manâs name?â
âArnold Crawford. You know him?â
âNo. Did anyone try his cell phone?â
âHis wife said he left it in his truck. He doesnât carry it when heâs fishing.â
ââCourse if he had and it got wet, it wouldnât work anyway.â Then Mandy realized that it was too early to start a search. âWhy are we searching for him now? Donât we usually wait a couple of days on missing person reports?â
âA rafting guide picked up a Broncoâs Super Bowl ball cap in lower Brownâs Canyon this morning. It had Crawfordâs name written inside, so the guide brought it into the station. When it was shown to his wife, she burst into tears.â
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When Mandy drove into the parking lot at the AHRA headquarters, the two search and rescue trucks from the Salida and Buena Vista fire departments were parked there as well. Steve stood in the hot sun, consulting with the Salida fire chief and making notes on a clipboard. When he spied Mandy, he raised his hand in a wave to acknowledge her presence.
Mandy joined a group of her fellow river rangers who were milling about in the parking lot, readying gear and swapping stories. None of them seemed to know anything more about Crawford than what sheâd already been told. The lotâs black asphalt was
already throwing off shimmers of heat waves under the blazing
mid-morning sun. Only a few small cottonball clouds punctuated the clear blue sky. Beads of sweat had appeared on many foreheads, and some of the searchers crouched in the shade of the parked trucks.
After popping the cap on her sunscreen, Mandy started slathering it on the
Angela B. Macala-Guajardo