“Thirty-two bucks?”
“It’s his lucky number. He’s a hockey player. They’ve been running their little sideshow since then. He says he’s cleared almost four grand.”
“And no rumors got out?”
“You know how kids can be when they want to.”
“When did they find the body?”
“August twenty-sixth,” she said solemnly.
“The night we found Harry Pung,” Service said.
“Right.”
“So who’s the dead kid?”
“They don’t know, but it’s not the guy who sold the drugs.”
“Did you get a description of the other kid?”
“Asian,” she said, “about five-ten, maybe six-foot, heavy build. The big boat had a blue hull.”
Parents took their kids to the station for processing. Police took Daran and Sally. The ones over eighteen were being held at the county all night; the others were taken to Juvie. They would all be arraigned in the morning on charges of unlawful entry, failure to report a dead person, possession and distribution of illegal substances. There were so many potential charges and so many statements to sort out that the prosecutor would work all night getting everything ready for court in the morning.
Service and Pyykkonen got to the hospital after 2 a.m. They were both tired. The medical examiner showed them into a room. “We’ve done the gross and prelim tonight,” he told them. “Labs tomorrow.”
“What do we know so far?” she asked.
“Not a helluva lot. The body’s in good shape, considering how long it’s been, but we’ll need the labs to point us. No signs of violence and no defensive marks or anything like that. Could be natural.” The M.E. saw Pyykkonen’s look and amended his statement. “That’s just theoretical.”
“You mean CYA,” she said.
The M.E. grinned. “They’re synonyms.”
Service and Pyykkonen went outside for a smoke. “We got all sorts of prints from the house. It’s gonna take time to sort it all out. We tried to take prints off the stiff, but I don’t know how good they are. The skin was beginning to come apart. We’ll put them into AFIS later today.” The FBI maintained AFIS—Automated Fingerprint Identification Systems.
“I hate waiting,” she said. “I’m thinking about getting Maggie Soper down here. You think that friend of your son’s could look at the body for us?”
“Let’s set it up for seven in the morning,” he said.
He went to Walter’s dorm and knocked on the door. His son opened the door with sleep in his eyes. “Got a place for me to bunk for the night?”
The boy opened the door and let his father in. “You’re bleeding.”
Service said, “We need Enrica to come to the hospital tomorrow.”
“Why?” The boy tossed a hand towel to his father.
“There’s another body.”
“She’s pretty delicate right now.”
“We need her to do this.”
“I’ll call Karylanne.”
“Six,” Service said. “We’ll pick her up.”
“Karylanne and I better go with her.”
Service wondered if the boy could handle it, but didn’t challenge him. He needed this to go as smoothly as possible. Walter took his cell phone into the hall. Service curled up on the floor and went to sleep. When he awoke there was a blanket over him and a pillow under his head. He found a bloodstain on the pillow case. Damn stitches.
Maggie Soper took one look at the body and said, “That’s him—Terry Tunhow.”
“You’re sure?” Pyykkonen asked.
“I don’t forget people who pay me,” she said.
Enrica came in next. She was shaky and teary. Karylanne and Walter helped her into the viewing room.
She stared at the body and began to sob.
“You recognize him?” Service asked.
“It’s the guy from my class,” she said. “What happened?”
“Terry Pung?” Pyykkonen asked. “Not the Terry Pung from the lake?”
The girl nodded, shook her head, and began to faint. Walter caught her before she hit the floor and carried her into the hallway.
Service and Pyykkonen got coffee out of vending machines and went outside to light up.
“Harry Pung’s dead,” Service began, trying to focus his mind. “Bear hair in the car, and at the camp. Dead at a boat ramp on the same body of water where we found this last guy.”
“Terry Tunhow, which is an alias, and not Pung’s son.”
“Presumably,” he said. “Is there a police artist here?”
“Get real,” she said. “There’s a Troop in Negaunee, if we can get her.”