Chapter One
On a bridge midway over the Colorado River, Angie Amalfi
read the Welcome to Arizona sign. Her heart palpitated,
her breathing quickened, and her feet tingled as a feeling
of warmth, well-being, and certainty filled her. Above her
head like a bubble in a cartoon strip, she was sure the
words "Destination Wedding Locale" danced in red neon
letters.
Not only was this going to be the perfect place for the
perfect wedding, but that she'd found it on her very first
try was nothing short of remarkable. Something told her
Jackpot, Arizona, would be a memorable spot -- from the
moment her fiancé, San Francisco Homicide Inspector Paavo
Smith, suddenly announced that he planned to spend a week
there.
Before then, she'd never even heard of Jackpot, so when
Paavo mentioned that he had spent time there as a boy, she
was stunned. Paavo was close-mouthed, true, but to have
kept an entire chunk of his childhood from her was
maddening. She was doing all she could to get him to open
up, and usually she thought she'd succeeded. But every so
often he threw her a curve that left her gasping.
This was one of those times.
While he claimed to be a "private person," she was someone
who believed that it was necessary for people to share
their feelings. As a matter of fact, she'd speak her
thoughts to anyone who'd listen, always interested to hear
the response. If not, what was the difference between
being with a real live person and being with a statue in a
dark, stuffy museum?
That was why, as soon as she learned about Jackpot, wild
horses couldn't keep her from joining Paavo to see it for
herself. And the more she learned about the area, she
realized wild horses -- bucking broncos, mustangs,
stallions -- and plenty of other large, intimidating four-
legged beasts might well be in her future.
No matter. The trip was a way to learn more about her
taciturn fiancé. And if she just happened to find an
interesting and unique wedding locale at the same
time . . . well, who ever said killing two birds with one
stone was a bad thing?
Just getting there had been an adventure. They'd flown
from SFO to Palm Springs, California, and rented a car.
Paavo had wanted a four-wheel-drive truck, she wanted a
Beemer. When they found a four-wheel-drive Mercedes SUV,
they'd compromised. The drive to Jackpot took over three
hours.
Angie had to admit, though, to being impressed. The sky
was a brilliant turquoise and the desert stretched out
like a butternut sea of rolling sand and gravel, dotted
with saguaro, barrel cactus, sage, and scrub. Precariously
balanced red and granite rock piles, high crags, and
jagged ridges of low-lying hills touched the horizon.
She'd never been deep into the desert before and found the
land harsh in its emptiness, yet it held a quiet, naked
beauty that intrigued and mystified her.
Turning off the interstate, they'd edged the river,
driving along a two-lane road until a small, dusty town
appeared in the flatness.
"There it is," Paavo said, and Angie felt anticipation
bubble up inside.
Paavo had explained that Jackpot, Arizona, a town of 912
permanent residents, quadrupled in size in winter when
the "snow birds" arrived to get away from harsh northern
climates. Each spring they'd leave, complaining that the
land was too hot and dry and spindly, and Jackpot would
once again become as lonely as the desert surrounding it.
Now that the warm days of spring were rapidly hurtling
toward a fiery summer, the town should be quiet.
She knew that going back to a place he'd spent time in as
a child was bringing back lots of memories to Paavo. Some
happy, others not.
She reached over and grasped his arm, giving him a smile
of support. He lightly patted her hand, glancing at her
briefly before his eyes returned to the road, letting her
know he appreciated her understanding.
When Paavo was very young, his father had died, and for
reasons he'd only recently came to understand, his mother
had abandoned him. A Finnish friend of his parents, Aulis
Kokkonen, raised him.
Years ago Aulis became good friends with a Dr. Loomis
Griggs who was in San Francisco studying at the University
of California Medical Center. Now Doc Griggs lived just
outside Jackpot, where, prior to his retirement, he'd been
the town's doctor as well as the doctor at the nearby
Colorado River Indian Reservation. When Paavo was young,
Doc invited Aulis and Paavo to spend time with him on his
ranch. Paavo had gone there three times, at ages seven,
nine, and twelve. They were three of his most memorable
summers. After that, being a teenager in a big city, he
thought himself much too "cool" to go on a vacation to a
small town and ranch with his guardian. And, as Aulis grew
older and Doc busier, their visits also stopped.
Still, the two men kept in touch. Last week, Aulis
received a phone call from him. Doc said some troubling
things had happened in the town surrounding the death of a
former patient, a man in his seventies, named Hal Edwards.
But Doc wasn't one to fret unnecessarily.
Still, Aulis had sensed some real worry beneath Doc's
jovial and garrulous manner. Sensing Aulis's concern after
speaking with him, Paavo phoned Dr. Griggs. Just hearing
the familiar gravelly voice brought back many fond
memories. Doc tried to blow off Paavo's and Aulis's
concerns, declaring he was just a foolish retiree with too
much time on his hands. But he protested too much, and the
more Doc said nothing was wrong, the more Paavo sensed
just the opposite.
He also realized how much he'd loved that old man as a
boy, and how much he'd missed seeing him. It was time to
remedy that. Paavo's workdays were spent investigating
suspicious deaths. He'd make sure nothing was amiss or
if . . .