“Hmm,” Wilson said. “Smoking dope and cheating your employer out of a cabin rental. You’ve had a busy day.”
The allegations made the clerk considerably more helpful. “He said they ran out on the Thanksgiving get-together to have a shagfest, and that if anybody came in asking had somebody rented a cabin in the last hour or so, I was to play dumb.”
“That would be a stretch,” Rawlins deadpanned.
The clerk divided an avid look between the two deputies. He licked his crooked front teeth. “He looked like a dude that’s been around. What did they do?”
“We can’t disclose that.”
“Well, whatever, wasn’t much of a shagfest. They’ve already vacated.”
“Their car is still here.”
When pulling into the compound, they’d spotted the blue Honda parked outside the cabin farthest from the office and the road.
“So how’d they leave?” Rawlins asked.
“With the two guys.”
Rawlins and Wilson shared another look of misapprehension. “What two guys?” Wilson asked.
The clerk began to look uneasy. He raised both skinny arms in surrender. “This ain’t none of my doin’, and I want no part of it. I’ll give the owner the money for the cabin. Swear.”
“What two guys?” Wilson repeated.
“All’s I know, they drove in here in a black car. Didn’t stop at the office. Went directly to the cabin. A few minutes later, they drove out again. The dude was in the back seat on the driver’s side. Woman with long hair was on the other side of the back seat. Never saw her face. Just the back of her head through the rear window.”
“Which direction did they go?”
“To the right.”
“South.”
He blinked. “I guess.”
Rawlins persisted. “What kind of black car?”
“Didn’t notice the make, but it was new. Wheels were shiny chrome. Flashy.”
“Mercedes sedan,” Wilson announced, surprising Rawlins, who turned to him for elaboration.
“They were at the café,” Wilson said. “Got there shortly after the doctor and me. They parked across the street, but I noticed the car.” He gave Rawlins a description of the two men. “I remember thinking the car had to belong to the big guy. Clothes were wrinkled, but quality.”
“What about the other one?”
“He was dressed in a dark suit, too, but he’d have looked more at home in a gangsta hoodie.”
“What did they do when they came in?”
“Took a booth. Ate breakfast. Didn’t talk much or show any interest in her or me.”
“What about her? Did she react when she saw them?”
“No. In fact, her back was to them till we went to the door and said goodbye.”
“But that’s where and when she brushed you off,” Rawlins said.
Wilson extended his hand to the desk clerk. “Give me the key to that cabin.”