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“Ran a Stop sign. Didn’t realize I had a cop behind me for about two miles, ’cause I ain’t got a rearview mirror and the side mirrors are cracked. Got me for evading arrest. When I got here, they made a big stinkin’ issue about my parking tickets.”

“How many tickets are we talking?”

“Fifty-seven.”

“Seriously? You were issued that many tickets in a year?”

Rollie shook his head. “Been a coupla years. They ain’t all mine, but they’re for cars registered to me. Or stolen from me.” He shrugged. “Ain’t my fault, but there’s nothin’ I can do. Tribal cops been waitin’ to get their hands on me for a while, so I’m pretty sure they’re gonna let me rot in here.”

That’s when I realized Turnbull’s suspicions were somewhat correct. Rollie’s arrest was to keep him on the reservation and out of federal hands. It wasn’t even a power play on the part of the tribal police; it was Rollie’s. Smart move. It didn’t convince me of his guilt in not wanting to be brought up on federal charges for killing Verline and Arlette.

“Who arrested you?”

“Spotted Bear. That power-hungry bastard.”

How long had Officer Spotted Bear owed Rollie a favor?

Rollie tipped his head back, and I saw a cut on top of a bruise right under his jawline. “He even punched me. Course, he’s telling everyone I slipped.” He snorted. “The whole department had a good laugh at me on my knees today, scrubbing their shit from the toilet.”

“I honestly don’t know what to say to that.”

His brown eyes turned shrewd. “Does Turnbull know you’re here?”

“No, I had to flash my badge to get in, since I missed visiting hours.”

“You gonna be in trouble, Mercy girl?”

“Probably. Nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“I’m sure he’s brought up some of the bad things I did over there a long time ago. I’m not that same gung-ho marine kid, following orders. I’m an old man.” Agony and sadness flitted across his face. “I didn’t do that to Verline. I don’t even know what was done to the other girl, and they think I was responsible.”

If I’d entertained-however briefly-any serious thought that Rollie might’ve killed Verline, it ended in that moment. I recognized that grief, where the numbness of shock would be preferable to the sharp-edged feeling of constant pain. I knew in my gut, in my bones, and in my soul that he wasn’t guilty.

“Rollie,” I said his name softly so he looked at me. “I never thought you did it.”

“Then you are the only one. Even my son…” He held the phone away and coughed. Like he had a bad taste in his mouth. “Sorry. That kid. Always working an angle. I’d be proud of him if he wasn’t so stupid.”

“What’s up with the no-visitors rule?”

“Ain’t nobody I wanna see. And unless I refuse to see everyone, then they can make me see anyone who shows up.”

“Anyone in particular you’re avoiding, besides Junior?”

Rollie studied me. “Ask the question you came here for, hey. You know this dancin’ around the subject stuff just ticks me off.”

I smiled at the flash of grumpy Rollie. Now that I knew in my gut Rollie was innocent, I could move on to the other reason I’d come. “Devlin Pretty Horses owes you money.”

He nodded.

“I heard you say he also owes Saro money.”

Another nod.

“Did he borrow money from Latimer Elk Thunder, too?”

A cold stare. “Ain’t smart messing in this.”

“I don’t have a choice. I have to sort what’s relevant and what isn’t. Are you and Latimer in competition for loan customers?”

He shook his head. “I ain’t gonna claim to be altruistic, but my customers don’t use the money they borrow from me for gambling.”

“So Devlin didn’t blow the cash you lent him at the casino?”

“He assured me the money was for specialized cancer-treatment drugs for Penny. I believed him. It was a way of helping her because…” He cleared his throat. “That part don’t matter. I found out he’d lied to me that night at your place.”

“How’d you find out?”

“From talking to Penny. She asked if I had herbal remedies that’d stop the queasiness. I suggested a couple of mixes, including… ah, peyote. She said the peyote Devlin had bought for her didn’t help much, and he’d smoked it all anyway.”

My mouth dropped open. “That was Devlin’s specialized cancer-treatment drug? Po-peyote?”

Rollie’s voice dropped another octave. “And who is the peyote distributor around here?”

Saro.

“I don’t like lookin’ like a chump. But Latimer don’t mind, ’cause he’s still handing Devlin money any time he asks. Something is up with that, but I can’t figure it out. Part of me don’t wanna know because it ain’t pretty where my thoughts have gone. Saro got paid for the goods he provided Devlin. But Devlin owes him cash from before Victor got whacked. John-John’s bailed Devlin out with Saro before.”

“He has?”

“Yes. Why do you think Saro started showing up at Clementine’s all the time? Because he could.”

Jesus. My head was spinning. How could I have not known any of this?