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A Novel
T. Alex Miller
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Vail 7
A Novel
By T. Alex Miller
Frisco, Colorado
Copyright 2009
Chapter 1
jump!”
since she was about 5, had told a nervous Tom it was a piece
They both looked down. Already, the ground was racing past
given the speed the lift had attained. They watched the
saw one of them bounce past a lift tower and fly right off
the haul rope and into another chair. Both plummeted down to
now, although so far he’d only handed them out to his mother
solemnly, then kissed him on the forehead and told him she
That was three years ago, and unless the current mountain
“You’re a lifer, just like me,” said his boss, Arn. “I’m
The locals say you can’t live off the scenery, but that’s
though, the lift manager, Bobby Bibb, told him he’d hired a
drill.”
It was the day after the ski area closed; he was sitting
they paid regular, they paid well and they had plenty of
work.
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Bing’s plan had been in the works for years: 3,000 homes
valley from Vail and Beaver Creek. Not content with the
by upping the price and securing them before they even left
the valley.
“Well, he’s got them two old Poma chairs from Vail,”
AirLane said. “An’ guess what: He don’t know the first thing
about getting them put in. And there’s no way Poma’s going
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to help him, what with how old they are and not wanting to
“Yeah?”
“So, Trip, for shit’s sake, go to the man and offer your
services. Charge him out the ass. An’ take me along for the
ride.”
Ever since the ski company had rescinded the rule about
sported a long goatee, red now streaked with gray and long
wore at all times. The filthy Doppelmyr hat was just as much
“How the hell can two guys put in two lifts in one
“Well, I’m pretty damn sure he’ll give you money to hire
who knew the old Poma doubles and triples better than
himself.
down his glass still about a quarter full and standing up.
signs of weakness.
“Nope, I’m done. I’m going to the movies with Dana. Wanna
come?”
gonna get shit-faced and stagger home to the wife and kids.
“OK.”
“Hey Trip, you know, you keep having dates with your
sister, you ain’t never gonna get any. Move on, go on some
real dates.”
his big sister, eyes he’d known all his life and could read
like posters.
“You guess?”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the doors.
“And don’t forget: Your only dates are with your bitterly
up.”
Trip paid for their tickets and decided not to remind Dana
that popcorn depressed her. Something about how people just
the movie. For Trip, their dates to the movies weren’t about
the films or the popcorn but about the safe, almost womb-
“Oh, Dana …” Trip began. She waved her hand, not about to
“Listen, Trip, if they don’t have any idea about what this
valley is beyond what man has built, how the hell are they
spent many of her days in the field, looking for lynx tracks
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vehicle still listed to one side as the colossal mom and dad
home!”
Trip bristled involuntarily. As an employee of Vail
that his job wouldn’t exist without them, and he did his
drink and sighed. “But, then, we’re all a plague upon the
ago.”
“Yes.”
whispering again.
There was no one else on the deck at Loaded Joe’s, but the
enormity of what Dana was telling him kept them both
“Just scat so far. But I’m getting close. Given the time
of year, I’m hoping there are kittens. Can you imagine that,
Bing sure as hell did. And so did Mandelbaum, the guy from
the cats were calling home, and how big their range was.
And then, a week later, she told him she was wrong. It
“Still very cool, and very cute, those kittens. But not
lynx.”
A month or so later, his big sister was dead. And not just
screaming.
and it was just visible through the trees about 200 yards
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had no idea his sister was on the lift, and that she was
getting there at about the same time the lift had finally
stopped.
Trip walked around the many mangled chairs lying about and
came to a stop under the motor room. The haul rope was still
twisted mess.
But who was running the lift in the first place, and why?
No answer. It was July 3, and he’d given the crew the day
off for the holiday. AirLane had said he “might could maybe”
He pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911. After telling
down the trail under the chair. He saw a few chairs had
have flung chairs with even more force than at the top. As
wild ride.
“Oh, shit!”
legs and one arm were bent at impossible angles, and Trip
there.
one he knew.
The man closed his eyes and Trip looked around, scanning
Chapter 2
to Jill. She also had to deal with a lot of petty crap, like
day camp when she heard the scanner crackle with news of the
cover her ears with her hands. She pointed to the scanner,
and Jill turned it down slightly. The “too damn loud,” she
knew, was yet another lingering gift from her ex, Jason.
“Please don’t say that word, Morgan. You know Mommy has to
incident would concern her. Or, more to the point, would she
“Don’t know much yet, Jill. I’m on the way, but sergeant
thing let go and rolled back down the hill. Looks like two
fatals.”
sec …”
“Cool, well see if you can get a hold of someone there and
that.”
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“I’m sure she’d love that, Ted, thanks. I’ll tell her.”
After dropping off Morgan at the day camp, Jill got to her
Other than Old Kim at the front desk, the office was empty:
“Well, you ask Old Kim and she’ll tell you those swinging
“Is that really all you think it boils down to, Kim? Boobs
and dicks?”
“Well sure honey, s’what makes the world go ‘round.”
eaten bear claw on her desk. “I’m no threat — too ugly for
ringing.
Stewart speaking.”
Ben Kirk. When she told him what she knew of the accident,
where it is.”
Before any of the rescue guys or cops showed up, Trip had
found Dana’s body. She was about 15 feet off the ground,
Dana, who loved trees above all things, hated to see the
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and even a ladder in the lift shack, and it didn’t take him
feet, wrangling the dead body of the only person who’d ever
Bill Stone, for one, knew Trip was working on the lifts up
here, and he could only imagine how Trip would feel it was
Ben and Jill were at the top terminal the day after the
“But we’re not going to find anything out here,” Ben said.
They climbed the ladder and poked through the hole into
the old Poma motor room. There was a pervasive smell of
cooked motor oil and burned rubber, and Jill could see that
“The haul rope, that’s the big wire the chairs hang from?”
quad.”
stupid.
grip just means that the grip – the part of the chair that
the grip has a big ol’ spring that holds it on there. That’s
what lets it clamp onto the haul rope after it’s slowed down
in the terminal. The idea is you can have a lift going 1,000
feet per minute, but people can’t get on the thing going
that fast. You have to get the chair off the haul rope, move
it around the bullwheels at top and bottom more slowly, then
“Typically, you hit the stop button and turn the motor
bullwheel.
for the hell of it, since the damage had already been done.
said.
“So, there’s lots more to look at, but it’s hard to call
Ben walked over to the open door at the back of the motor
“Yes, it is,” Jill said, suddenly aware that she was alone
with a man – the first time that had happened in some time.
looking guy, even though she didn’t typically like guys with
importantly, no ring.
“You know, Detective, I know Trip Bellmore pretty well.
than Trip.”
option?”
the bolts holding the chock. He kneeled down and Jill knelt
next to him.
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Maybe Trip screwed up, all I’m saying is I doubt it. And
“Exactly.”
tightened?”
Ben shook his head. “Not really. You have the correct-size
that.”
and he quickly circled her with his arm and brought her back
to center. “Whoops! There we go!” was all he said, and he
that whoever loosened these bolts didn’t have the exact size
It’d be hard to loosen bolts that big with one of those, but
Jill stood up and tried her best to get back into the
afternoon. He’s not much of a suspect, but he’s the only one
Ben nodded.
report then get back down the hill,” he said. “I’ll call you
mortality. Just when you wanted to crawl into a hole and die
yourself, there were a million things to take care of,
body. He resisted touching her, but let his eyes linger over
in.
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him.
Carla just folded herself into Trip’s arms, and they stood
chance to move on? Before he could think too much about it,
Carla sat on the small, ratty couch and motioned for Trip
spoken to Ben Kirk, who’d told him about the broken piece on
sure there’s stuff you know that I don’t. Like what about
these lynx she thought she’d found, then said she didn’t?”
Dana, Carla told him, had pretty much told her the same
story.
“It doesn’t add up, but, well, I guess it’s not our job to
Ben Kirk from the Tramway Safety Board, but he said I was
“Oh, Trip!”
And I’ve got all these details to deal with – our parents
Jesus Carla, how are you supposed to know how to deal with
the eyes.
“Of course you do, you always have a list!” Trip said,
forcing a smile.
“So take a look when you get a sec. I’ve put down all the
but thanks.”
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was going up on the hill to check sed fences. She had this
Trip said: “Get out the irony board, huh? First and last.
But Carla, that doesn’t make any sense. Sed fences? All the
wouldn’t let any of that shit into the creek. So that was
“Or maybe she was just being nice to this kid, showing him
how it was done, but that didn’t explain why they’d need to
course there was something else she was going to show him,
don’t know.”
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“Hell no. You have to be up top and have a key to the lift
shack and the motor room and start the motor from up there.
hell?”
Carla sighed.
and forwards. But when it came to her personal life, she was
checks all over the place and relied on Trip to remind her
to do things like change the oil in her car or get her snow
“Oh, god, Carla. I can’t think about that now. It’s just
weird.”
“Of course. Just, you know, check it out when you can,
Trip took the papers and stood up. They hugged again, a
shorter one this time, and promised each other to talk later
in the day.
a long time.”
started the lift took off shortly afterward, which was odd
unless, of course, that person was responsible for messing
… and the other guy. Why the hell would someone do that?”
it, is all.”
woman sat behind the wheel, and she got out of the truck as
Trip approached.
neat and clean, but beyond rustic to the point of being run-
down. There was only the bed and two kitchen chairs to sit
on, and Trip motioned the sheriff’s office lady to one of
them.
She sure as hell didn’t look like a cop. She was dressed
like a local, in blue jeans and a short-sleeved shirt. She
woman with an easy, kind face and simply cut brown hair.
Office.”
“Thanks for coming, Detective. I hope you can find out who
did this.”
shoot.”
Jill had him start at the beginning, his work with Vail
“So you were essentially laid off for the summer from Vail
Jill said.
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She hesitated. This was about the time of day she’d hit
a good husband.”
“Apparently not,” Trip said, flashing a brief smile. “My
emotionally unavailable.”
“Well, all guys have that problem,” Jill said. “The
off.”
Jill said.
“You’re kidding!”
suggested this agave stuff to me, and I’ve been using it for
He set the coffee in front of her and sat down with his
“And I’m pretty sure Tony Bing has one that I gave him,
although he’s only come up there once that I know of,” Trip
said.
Vail; a couple of lifts and some rails and kickers and he’d
be in the ski business. It’s not a bad plan, if you ask me.”
“And he’s building a bunch of homes too, right?”
“I understand. Shoot.”
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“Did you have any idea your sister was going to be on it,
“No, no idea.”
forward.
“Did your sister, did she say anything when you found
her?”
“Did your sister have any enemies that you know of, people
her.”
Trip stood up and tore a paper towel off the holder and
easy.”
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grudge?”
while, like two or three years. And she was always friends
Even so, Jill asked for names, and Trip provided them. One
eyebrows to go up. But Trip was crying freely now, and her
training told her it was time to end the session. She wanted
to hug the poor guy, but pushed that thought away and
“Trip, that’s enough for now. I’m so sorry for your loss,
Chapter 3
was to speak out for the lynx, the habitat of which they
Ten years later, there still weren’t any lynx in Blue Sky
far north, they were keeping well hidden. After Trip told
“Dana was on his ass about it, along with the Watershed
Council folks and the EPA,” he told her. “Dana said
aliens.”
At that precise moment, as his situation and personality
so: the kind of people who owned tiny atolls so private that
showed all the water sources and tributaries that led into
much of the toxic runoff from the old Eagle Mine. Bobby
it, meaning it was hard to know exactly where the shit was
coming from. But the water engineers from the EPA had
it. And then there was some stupid hearing they wanted him
at.
here.”
At the last word, the Thai whore came to life. She tilted
Colorado.
his hip and walked into the woods behind his house. There
too hard to pick a path through the scrub and sage and find
a way among the pine trees that were either dead, dying or
relished.
“Knowing all the names would taint the experience for me,”
he told her. “All these plants and critters, they don’t know
they have names, do they? They just are, and that’s how I
thought of Dana and let more tears come. Better this way, he
thought, with no one around to make him feel self-conscious
only one person Trip had ever turned to, and that was Dana.
again to the issue of identity: Who did this, and why? The
that man.
talk to the one person who knew the No. 7 lift as well as
together.
kids,” he’d told Trip. “I leave the cell phone and the bar
several calls he’d received from his Vail Resorts boss, Arn.
since he’d just fired him, Trip figured that could wait –
He’d want to know why the lift he’d just spent 200 grand
The cheap bastard, thought Trip. With all the money Bing
testing done at the Winter Park Ski area in the early 1990s.
loaded up all the chairs with cinder blocks and let the lift
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Even more amazing than the damage to the lift was what it
had done to his sister. He closed his eyes against the image
of the shattered body he’d had to get down from the tree.
What did it all mean now? And in Dana’s case, she hadn’t
legacy? His sister didn’t have a problem with kids, but she
had believed that adding more people to what she called an
Then he walked back to his house, got in his car and drove
down the road a few miles to a spot where he got cell phone
had come to his senses and realized he’d never get a lift in
Trip had visited her, and she’d had to endure an entire day
over her. Her golden was next to her, and Scout looked up at
For answer, Scout licked her hand. The dry hand was
few years back. She regarded the two smiling women in the
under Carla’s arm and got the slow, affectionate stroke she
he’d been married most of the time she’d known him, and she
hadn’t seen him much since his divorce. But he was about her
age and she knew what a good guy he was from Dana. Sisters
ago, and though he was a blue-collar guy who worked with his
face. This one showed just Trip and another volunteer whose
name escaped her. Trip was holding a chainsaw and smiling
broadly for the camera. That had been about two years ago,
strong chin, wild shock of thick, black hair, arms and chest
seen without.
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fervor. She ran inside and retrieved her leash off the wall,
then came back out and turned happy circles on the deck as
for them to hike far into the backcountry to get away from
walk far from the noises that tormented the poor dog.
She planned to leave her cell phone behind, but it rang as
don’t mean to sound rude at a time like this, but what the
“Well, Mr. Bing, I mean to be rude and what the hell was
be all ready and safe? I’m sure Dana was up there with good
Believe me, I’m going to look into it, and if there’s smoke
Her hands were shaking as she drove her Prius east on I-70
towards Minturn. How could that Tony Bing character call her
up and accost her like that the same day Dana was killed on
her. In some ways it was a fitting end for a woman who was
came her way. She used to just laugh at the letters in the
first place? She hadn’t even known about the site visit, but
her employees (all two of them) were up to. And could Bing
operate the ski area on it, so what would the law have to
Minturn, Carla noticed the same vehicle that had been behind
everything else.”
made his way to Texas a decade earlier and who worked in the
out. But Uncle Frank had helped grease the wheels for Tony
Colorado arose.
mall developer,” but it’s what he turned out to be. With one
been. “Seed money” became his core belief: that if a man had
decades, Tony Bing was able to take that seed money and
of her own seed money from Tony’s pile and started her own
real estate agency. Before long, she stopped asking him for
money and rode a hot market all the way up to the 2006
housing crash.
saw her emerge with another man – a guy 20 years her junior
instructor.
liaison, and all Tony could think of were the liquid assets
an option and then accepted in his mind, there was then only
the inevitability that, no matter how much it hurt, an
her on the same grounds, to hit below the belt as she was
doing to him. But it was more amusing for Tony to play the
the market. All the while, he kept an eye out for more seed
money.
the terrain park by Putty Du, who floated into his office
and gazed out the window while relating what details he knew
to a shocked Tony.
And this was the guy he had to spend most of his waking
shrill Christy.
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dialed.
“Of course I’m going to fix it, you fucking gook goofball!
your phone OK? I need to talk to you. What the hell happened
“Let’s go, Putty. You drive, I’m too freaked out. Two
drunk pussies,” and once even reached his foot over to give
truck.
“What the hell do they need these guys for?” Tony said,
in that direction, and he waved his arms in the air for good
and his mind was mentally trying to calculate what this was
wrench free.
undersheriff.”
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Ted didn’t relax his grip on Tony’s arm but spoke close to
just need you to know that one of the people killed here was
new one about whatever, just keep in mind the man just lost
his sister. And she was pretty, well, pretty beat up and
family member.
“Trip?”
to do with them.
have to rip the whole thing out, towers and all, and put in
And even then … I don’t know. It’ll be tight. It’s not like
somewhere.”
Tony nodded and felt what he now knew as the “money pit”
“twist off his financial balls.” Now, the money pit was
for more money. And, knowing the first thing they were going
of grief. Tony gave the undersheriff his card and told him
And then he and Putty Du got into the Escalade and slowly
“Trip …”
undersherrif.
“My cell’s on there. Have her call. Petey can answer any
to grin.
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Tony.
that went halfway down her back to the tiny topsiders on her
feet and the crisp, blue denim of her jeans, he could never
find anything on Sian that strayed far from perfect. She was
these …”
“Ejaculations?”
“If you must.”
stand next to him. “The spurt of life, and most of the times
result in a person?”
was standing in a place that I was certain was safe from the
The water had doused her shirt enough to reveal the lace
out.
“And the fountain, Putty? It was like that, but it was the
metaphor.”
the next spurt would occur. A watcher might have been almost
all the way into his 20s. He would otherwise have a perfect
But not Sian. She was playing the same game, in some ways,
of his pants. They also were a nod to his father, since his
mother had told him that’s the kind of underwear the big
American wore when she knew him all those years ago. Both
the men and the women Putty Du slept with were surprised at
as gifts.
inches of the fabric that covered the very edge of the seat
old cliché who went by the American name “Skippy Pong.” Bob,
the younger man was able to help translating for his father.
about fled the scene after canning Trip on the spot. He was
the only thing he told the old man that seemed to please
him. Tony was used to being on the other side of the desk
doing the yelling, and the only thing that kept him from
speaking in kind was the money pit: No matter how pissed off
man’s ass and get the hell out of there with a check. He
steps and slapped his son hard in the face. More fast
“Don’t worry about it, Bob. I’m truly sorry about all
Bob shook his head and resumed his seat at the desk. Tony
me when you know how much it will take. Send Putty Du for a
check.”
project. The reality was, Tony was much more involved in the
Mercifully, the little Asian hottie who ran the house came
mountain.
your man.”
Putty Du said.
activities.”
gave up and looked out the window as they headed west on the
didn’t even get that worked up when they lost a few million
would not only free him of having to travel around with the
call you when I’m ready,” he said. “Take the rest of the day
“Mountain biking?”
top predator.”
Chapter 4
twice, and hated herself for days after – not so much for
summit rest area pretty simply, but far enough away to make
have her on weekends, but it did allow her to get some work
of kid who like to just sit and play with her dolls in the
“It’s OK. Miss Julie got out some Play-Do and we made
snakes. They’re OK, and they smell good. They’re not real,
found wandering along the river road two days after the
“clients” she dealt with in her work, her life, she knew,
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but you layer on top of it all kinds of other shit. You get
content twice the legal limit. These are things that would
And Jill had come to the conclusion that such was most
likely the case. Whether it was through an extraordinary
process to inure the mind, heart and soul, these people had
been essentially stripped of feeling. How else could they
any dignity they might have left? They were dead, in many
stupid.
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guy who came home three nights ago after seeing a late-night
deck and emptied two whole clips into the sky, then
staggered down into his bedroom and passed out. The Eagle
Police and the sheriff’s office had spent the entire night
in play, and she felt the presence of the money that flowed
through Eagle County’s real estate and development channels.
There was this Tony Bing character, whom she still hadn’t
been able to get a hold of. But she didn’t think of him as a
thing, but from what Trip Bellmore had told her, the guy
leave him there, but until there were some more likelys to
had chided her about over the phone when she updated him on
the case.
“You like him?” Ted had asked. “You mean you like him as a
suspect or as a person?”
Osama bin Laden has friends. Don’t let ‘nice’ get in the way
truth.”
It had been a section in detective school, she recalled. A
Jill didn’t need Ted to tell her that a murderer can put on
she had any reasonable suspicion that Trip Bellmore was one
But this guy didn’t kill his sister. Even this early in
“Mommy?”
out.”
most of them were, but they all had the same happily vacant
expression he’d found was the norm among healthy,
Americans he’d met. They were happy if they got 100 or more
in summer.
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her way into Skippy’s bed just a few nights ago. Skippy
Holding her beer, Sarah came up behind him and put her
“What?”
He shrugged. “Just, you know, people around.”
Chinese guy. This spoiled rich kid who spent all his time in
women.
“OK, Skippy, I get it. Just the one night and that’s it
And she set down her bottle and strode quickly out the
door.
parties.
something?”
of that.”
Mike.”
Skippys unadorned white walls, said: “How did you get her up
here?”
moment.
about you.”
toward Kim. Over his shoulder he said: “That, and I gave her
a hundred-dollar tip.”
Skippy weaved his way through the small crowd. It was only
“party extras” would step out on the deck at one point and
call a friend or two. They would tell of the free booze, the
person hot tub out back. The locals amused the hell out of
more.
Skippy.
you hear?”
Skippy cocked his head slightly, and the two women to look
like this happen all the time, and they get glossed over.
It’s like, in a country with 1.2 billion people, what’s a
Champagne?”
quick thumbs-up.
torture, but once she got past it, Jill couldn’t get her out
of the tub.
her play. She resisted the urge to grab her notebook and
flip through it and just sat pondering the chairlift
It seemed clear that there was nothing wrong with the lift
when it was last inspected. And that was coming right from
“Sorry.”
in the tub.”
“Sorry Mommy.”
him for not waiting for her at the accident scene, had to
“I’m aware of that, Mr. Bing. But you do have a lease with
the Forest Service, do you not?”
his mind.
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“Which is?”
earlier today I could have shown you what I’m talking about.
After assuring him that she wouldn’t cut into his beer and
Morgan.
Jason, and tomorrow was his. It sucked, but given what she
Jill knew better than to argue. She also knew Jason heard
the same thing when she was getting ready to leave his
“No.”
***
Kim started getting out of the hot tub. They were both
jokes, acted frisky and given him every indication that that
“Oh, we will!”
“And don’t let the door hit you on the ass on the way
out!”
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cell phone.
“Yeah.”
“Yep.”
A brief pause.
“Of course.”
fucked look. I know that look, Skippy. Women can’t hide it.”
Skippy sighed.
“Done.”
Skippy slowly climbed out of the hot tub and thought, for
the thousandth time, how stupid a thing a hot tub was.
what else. Always too hot, the jets too rambunctious. And
purgatory, between the party in his living room and the one
in his bed. Even if most women in the world (except for the
them.
wooing, but at the end of the various exercises the male and
surrounding homes.
What would it be like, he wondered, to swear off sex
anymore. His father told him his endless quest for women to
Since his wife died three years ago, Skippy had no reason to
The last wife wasn’t too bad. Even though she was the
than his father, probably in her late 30s, and not bad
looking.
to light.
“Everyone’s gone.”
Skippy turned.
“Oh.”
“Yes, thanks.”
forgot.”
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to Mike.
“Good night.”
“Night.”
That was it, then. Skippy was giving up sex. There was too
Chapter 5
have rain in the morning at this time of year, but that it’d
and all around the West were filled with red, dead trees –
Dana is dead.
Trip couldn’t imagine what that might be like; the only time
big ice cream cone demanding another one. And how much of
human life was spent worrying about and “preparing” for the
did and now you’re gone and no, you are not floating around
month since you were 13 to the hair you fussed with every
muscles you exercised and the food you ate to keep it all
Trip had read a book about death a few years ago, after
Tony Bing he’d have to crawl back to Vail Resorts and see if
late.
kid him about how close he was to his sister, but he chalked
objectives: Ski 200 days, mountain bike every day after work
thought about how odd it was that he was out here in the
first place, in the woods in the middle of the Rocky
hill: looking at the lifts and the trails cut through the
freak out. But if the ski area did it, well … it was part of
or at least not many live ones. The pine beetles had done an
the boarders and free skiers could and would spend hours
chairlift and who competed on the Pro Mogul Tour for two
half-pipe.
remembered again: Dana was dead. The thought was like a type
of pain that peaked at times and never went away. Now, “Dana
just always be there. For the rest of his life. The phrase
when the room was still that different color, but the
difference didn’t reach out and whack you on the head every
felt didn’t alter any of the facts, and that, then, must be
trapped miners and lost children and missing POW’s and mused
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seemed pretty clear that your miner was dead and your P.O.W.
fuss? People just had a big thing around death and closure.
the other guy, but there was still a big question hanging
actually died.
There were some other species of animal that showed grief
they’d forsaken their own lives to indulge it? How many had
Toes and feet and ankles, always served him well, nothing
wrong there. Knees, not so good. His right ACL had been
operated on no less than three times, and he’d had the MCL
a femur – a break that can kill you and which he’d seen
else was in there – was all good. I’m a healthy guy, for the
a future where, who the hell knew, people could have their
heads sliced off and a new cyborg body slid underneath. And
and she was in “heaven?” Either way, what was so bad about
death? It was more of a chore for the ones left behind, the
But the room had been painted a different color, and there
And so he did.
had given up trying. The fact was she liked having her in
dreaded the four days she would be without Morgan. They were
times of plodding around the townhome in the evening,
coming back.
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and she tried to be happy about the fact that Morgan would
easily alarmed Jill, and she grilled Morgan about how she
many beers Jason drank when Morgan was there (very few, it
turned out), what kind of food she was served (they ate
Morgan unbuckled herself, opened the door and ran into her
father’s arms while Jill got out and stood, arms crossed,
had gotten to be a person who could and would say the most
“Go hop in the car Sweet Pea. Daddy’ll be right there. Say
hi to Jill.”
And she was gone. In the car with The Woman while Jill
all this?”
“Of course I have. But Morgan and Jill get along great and
…”
says no way.”
Jilly.”
“Don’t call me that. You don’t get to call me that any
more.”
there’s nothing you can do about it. We can talk about how
all this will work, and we can even talk about it nicely,
With a look that said he’s taking the high road with a
“OK, absolutely.”
“No sex noises. For god’s sake, don’t let her hear you two
… going at it.”
His face went blank and he turned and got into his car and
heavy door between what she’d had a year ago and what she
had now …
Dana Monroe Bellmore and Thomas Kurt Welter and wiped her
After returning from the hike with Scout, Carla closed all
off her cell phone and went to bed early. On the Fourth, the
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calls started right around 10 a.m., and she took them all
The Vail Daily reporter kept her on the longest, since she
she also heard from the Denver Post, Rocky Mountain News and
and said they were trying to get a crew out, but that it
after the story hit the wire, she got calls from the New
York Times, the L.A. Times, Washington Post and even the
Times of London.
of her that spent most of her waking hours raising money for
Foundation.
herself for the barrage of calls she was now enduring. She
was the kind of person who could shift mental gears with
the time being to cope with the needs of others. The ability
had given her the nickname “Carla the Cold” in high school,
asking.
“Get what?”
deliver a truism that both made sense and would make Carla
Bitch.”
“Ah.”
going to keep you single until you figure out how to fake it
“Fake it?”
with guys, you need to let those partitions cross over. Not
She also thought she’d done OK with Trip the day before,
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what needed to be taken care of. What the hell else was she
She was arguing with Dana again, in her head, and hearing
She’d been right – she was so often right – that Carla had
mother – who had needs she couldn’t fulfill on her own. Men,
her life.
So, yeah, crossover, whatever you wanted to call it,
could let her guard down some, Trip would see her deal and
Carla.
the store when Carla pulled up. She thought he looked OK,
what?”
He hopped down and gave her a quick hug.
but …”
hell are you doing out here today, the Fourth of July? You
should be …”
thumbs. I’m pissed off, really pissed off, and I’d like to
do something, anything. If I can find that cell phone, maybe
detector department.”
did you say they told you to stay away from there since
you’re a suspect?”
and C, I adore that about you – you and your big-ass bolts.
So did Dana.”
with. The less she understood it, the more it intrigued her.
“It’s what she did best, and she did it all the time you
know.”
“Did what?”
“So what was she working on, Carla? What evidence was she
“And why didn’t you or I know what she was doing, Trip? I
secrets.”
“No. They already did the whole EIS for the area, there
was nothing. Or at least nothing cute enough to slow down
construction.”
not stop the whole thing, but it sure as hell could slow it
“Let’s go.”
beetles. People would either buy and assume the trees would
here now, two of them at least, and not too happy about
Fine.
hate the fucking Fourth of July, so I’ve got all day. I’m
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cases. The Eagle Mine near Minturn had been one of those
operated into the 1900s and through the boom years of World
most of the zinc, but there was all kinds of other nasty
shit left behind: cadmium, mercury, and the zinc itself.”
purchased the mine with the grand idea to sift through all
utility bills, and the power to the mine got shut off, which
was a disaster.”
shafts, so once the power was gone and the pumps stopped
where there was all this fractured rock filled with bad
pretty good,” the other man said. “And that’s what triggered
of the land and had big plans to develop it into a ski area.
Vail backed out of the deal and the lawyers, as lawyers do,
designated area.
and I will state again here for the record, gentlemen, that
that 90% of the cleanup work was done and that any more
danger and filling the reservoirs that fed the Front Range,
guy.
Slowly and evenly, Mandelbaum said “What the fuck are
sculpin?”
Coalition sounded the alarm. So now the EPA and the U.S.
“Don’t forget the guy from Eagle County and the Minturn
nodded.
and put a vice around his chest while initiating the first
Steven Wray.
But Wray was in Florida putting out some other fire having
Calm thyself.
It was a phrase his father used to say to him when the
therapy had done little to help him cope with his body’s
say it.
Calm thyself.
again. “We have the cute little sculpin, god rest their
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“Just a quick fyi, sir: The one local, Dana Bellmore from
accident.”
continued.
was coming from, and they had an on-site leach field that
trapped any crap before it went into the river. There seemed
to be little doubt, based on the tests done by the fish
people, that the zinc was coming from Alpen Cliff Meadows.
“It’s hard to say for sure, but our initial estimate would
it’s not addressed, the whole thing could come down into …
more than take his pills and lie down in a dark room.
Why didn’t you tell me about these fucking cribbings you
stupid motherfuckers?
would have told you to run the other way. All you have to do
from the room. The two engineers looked at one another, then
and how this had come to be. It was that little bitch – that
little dead bitch now – Dana Bellmore who’d told him about
old rancher who owned it, now willing to sell after all
these years – but he had to act fast before the guy died and
he’d be faced with dealing with the estate. It was a good
Chapter 6
The morning’s rain had made the ground muddy, but the sun
was out in full force, drying the ground as Trip and Carla
walked the lift line. The smell of sage and pine was
had the dog sniff a fleece vest Dana had left at Carla’s. So
crew that put the towers in, there was little to see since
the lift had never been used by the public. If that had been
Trip and Carla knew with certainty that the phone was out
“If it wasn’t in her pocket, that means she must have had
said. “Which means that it’s probably not at the bottom but
which chair Dana and Tom had been on or where it was on the
and the tower itself – which would have taken a lot of the
torque the twisted haul rope was producing – was bent at an
unpleasant angle.
pulled out her water bottle. Trip soon joined her. They sat
about.
finally.
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Trip shrugged.
Carla laughed.
the Eagle …”
somewhere higher up, and a few birds making noise. The only
other sound was the wind shaking the aspen leaves. From
where they sat, they could see the wreckage of the lower
terminal; Trip could even pick out the tree where he’d found
Dana.
just here.”
was. But instead she said, “That’s pretty much the way of
die, no one knows when. But everyone’s the same age when
does.”
“No. Me neither.”
Now, Trip put his arm around Carla and gave her a squeeze.
“Time to get moving. We’ve still got one more knoll above
here and then the top staging area. I don’t think they got
Carla stood up and swept pine needles from her pants. She
her best friends, and she was doing it with the brother of
tell her to calm down, that it was the Fourth of July and
impression.
Mostly what Jill was looking for was the cell phone that
their phone.
Verizon. But even if that told her about calls coming in and
going out from Dana’s phone, it was the phone itself that
would contain any interesting text messages, voice mails or
feet apart.
drew closer.
professional.”
in front of my name.”
Jill and Carla had met the previous day when the detective
didn’t know much about what, exactly, Dana was doing on the
“Did you find it?” she said, looking first at Trip, then
at Carla.
Trip instinctively said “Find what?” while Carla said
“No.”
Jill smiled.
“Are we out compromising a crime scene looking for random
“Trip, please.”
lost your sister, Carla you lost one of your best friends
walk in the woods far from here. Take care of your family or
“The cops. Why aren’t there like 20 cops out here scouring
the hill for evidence. You still don’t have Dana’s cell
murders.”
here and we’re here and we’re all looking for Dana’s cell
happen today so …”
“Duh,” he said, pulling out his own phone and punching the
her own little joke at the world and its lack of suitable
from the tree where she’d landed. It was just outside the
is why …”
put the phone into an evidence bag and then into her
She was about to say she’d had the coroner lift some from
toad?”
her. Even though Tony Bing doesn’t make sense and that
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property.”
sheriff’s SUV.
Trip shrugged.
“Maybe he’s dumber than his money lets on. I’ve seen it
happen here.”
They stood and watched her vehicle bump slowly down the
tree where he’d found Dana, and Carla’s gaze followed his.
streaming down her face again and Trip’s arm around her
waist.
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‘Here died Dana Bellmore, July Third Two Thousand and Eight.
on trees, whatever.”
“I know.”
“It’ll just have to be her tree, and some people will know
about it – the people who care — and you don’t need a stupid
gave her a long squeeze and rested his chin on the top of
her head, and they stayed like that for a very long time.
flowing from one of the two kegs he’d gotten for an employee
Off: I’m the Cook!” There was that old cartoon image of
agreed to it; it’d only cost about 300 bucks, and it made
eat dinner.
And they kept asking where Trip was, and Tony would claim
ignorance. He didn’t want to dampen the mood, for one thing.
would be plain stupid not to re-hire him. The guy knew more
about the lifts and the whole area better than anyone, and
thanks that would tumble from his lips. Hell, he might even
try to give Tony a hug. But Tony would say “No, no, it’s
moment?”
Jill wasn’t wearing a uniform, but she did have her badge
buffer zone between themselves, their boss and the cop, and
thin smile.
Buzzkill?”
There was a part of Tony’s brain urging him that this was
“I’m sure he does, but I don’t know it. An’ I don’t know
a worker bee who took his cues from Trip and others more
“Let him go. Sad to do, with his sister an’ all but … had
to do it.”
anyone else is, and are sitting here drunk in Vail having a
party?”
Jill wasn’t sure how to answer that. But she also had a
made a mental note to tell her mom she was now investigating
a “hit.” It would both scare and impress the woman who still
made strong suggestions that Jill rethink her decision of 12
regarding the last time he’d had sex of any kind. All the
makes Tony a dull boy, why he’s drinking. And it had been …
six weeks. He mouthed the two words with a bit more volume
market.”
Jill could feel the color rising to her cheeks and the
home that had been theirs together. Jason had come to the
without saying a word. Like he’d somehow had the last word,
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leaving her there to pull her panties back up and drip with
And now here was this asshole. She ran some law through
Even if there were, the last thing she needed right now
Tony waved his cigar in her direction and closed his eyes.
were back and the volume of the party was growing again.
Someone topped off his glass and put a paper plate with a
cheeseburger, pickle and potato salad on the table next to
him.
find another old lift they could install … get this thing
going.
Tony set his drink down and closed his eyes. After a few
of the Mexicans and pulled out his cell phone. There was a
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text message:
COME NOW
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Chapter 7
“I’m a bad guy, I kill someone. And maybe the whole thing
“Um, OK.”
clean up. Or maybe it’s not me, it’s some schmuck I hired to
“Fun, right.”
base area and keep an eye out. Someone will come, but we
“Not funny.”
Island?”
“What?”
“Now I can’t say it.”
prejudices and slurs going on all the time. The poor Jews,
especially.”
your face.”
“Did the blacks and whites mix it up, like in your high
school?”
school. I don’t know what it’s like now, but when I was
mixing.”
“Nice.”
“Yes.”
after us.”
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“You really think we need to lug two tents out there, put
hour!”
“OK! Drive safe!”
was a muted gold color, like an autumn leaf that had been on
fitting navy blue Polo shirt, which, she thought, could have
She figured the latter. One of the things she admired most
ceaselessly about the home land, the home language, the ways
from too much ethnic worry. And compared to some of the ones
when she thought of the month a few years back when they’d
with Skippy striding quickly back to his car and taking off
“Hello, Sian.” He stood with his hand behind his back and
notice he had one eye on the fountain: no way this man was
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said.
“Mine as well.”
smiled and held out his hands, palms up. “Who can know what
from the fountain and shot between them to hit the wall with
a splash.
Sian was now just six inches from Putty Du. She was tall
toward reproducing.
“Why?”
“He’s leaving?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“Tonight.”
“Pretty much.”
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“No.”
follow you.”
his pants. He knew the gesture was hidden from the camera by
the fountain and admired both her caution and her boldness.
him, and she used his cock to pull him against her. She
Mandelbaum.”
Please.”
million homes set right against the ski hill and steps from
Vail Village. This was Old Vail, the Vail created by the
resort’s founders when their imagination didn’t run any
than a hotel room to the guy. Just a place to stay. And the
woman he’d just met, she lived there year-round to take care
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There was a brushed chrome and glass desk with a silver Mac
someone who’d just moved in and was waiting for the rest of
the desk: the supplicant. What a setup this guy had – not
please.”
“Problem?”
New York.”
laughing. He then put his hands on his head and lowered his
“Migraine.”
fucking move.”
“Oh, what the hell?” Jill said, taking the Edwards exit
two hours. Go around the back and I’ll let you in.”
for just one night – if that. Still, his hands fumbled and
bag.
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paper into the bag for the third time. He was back in his
truck with the key in the ignition when he hit the steering
wheel with both hands, stomped out of the truck and went
back inside.
was a box of shells about half full, and he took those and
in his pocket.
About the author
T. Alex Miller is a graduate of the University of
Colorado-Boulder creative writing program. His
writing career has been spent mostly in commu-
nity newspapers, although he also worked for a
year in Hollywood (in development at the Sci-Fi
Channel) and edited a magazine in Los Angeles
(LA Family). He is currently the editor of the
Summit Daily News, a newspaper in Frisco, CO.
Miller lives in Frisco, Colorado with his wife, Jen, and their many children.