Sam looked into his mug, grimaced a little, drank. “I’m not going to argue that, and you can cover the ground all you want. But I don’t just know the ground, I know the people who live on it. And I know there’s no one in this town who could do what was done to Marla. And I know we’ve got people who come here for a few hours, a few days, maybe longer, to use the marina, the shops and bars and restaurants, the hiking trails. They rent boats and kayaks and Sea-Doos.” Sam set his mug down. “I don’t know them.”
“You believe an outsider abducted and killed Marla Roth.”
“With every bone in my body.”
“Tell me more about her.”
“Marla?” Sam puffed out his cheeks, let the air out in a half sigh. “As different from Donna as they comeand I know that’s not usual if this is the same person. Marla was thirty-one, on the wild side of things, and always has been. She divorced a good man who loved her, and still does. Who’s grieving for her. You can talk to him, too, but Chip Peters would’ve cut off both arms before laying a hand on Marla.”
“Peters.” He already knew, of course, had already looked at the connections.
“That’s right. Frank’s Chip’s uncle. Frank and Darren Petersthat’s Chip’s dadhave run the Sea to Sea Tours and Rentals for about sixteen years now. Chip’s part of that. I’m telling you he’s no part of this, and neither is Frank.”
Sam seemed to pull himself back, took another sip from his mug. “But you need to look, see for yourself.”
“Was the divorce acrimonious?”
“Ever had one?”
“No.”
“Me either, but I don’t know any that are pleasant activities.”
“My information indicates Chipthat’s Darren Peters, Juniorhas a temper, often a violent one.”
“Your information’s wrong,” Sam said flatly. “What Chip has is a code, and God knows a weakness where Marla was concerned. Yes, he had what you could call a confrontation with the dickhead Marla was hooked up with some years back. I’ve got a report, I’ll get you a copy. This individual tuned Marla up, a couple times. Chip got word of itfrom Marlaand gave the dickhead a taste of his own. Only took one punch to lay him out, and plenty of witnesses to that. Chip didn’t keep at him, and he could have. He used his fists once or twice otherwiseover Marla. He’s a big man, Agent Carson. One punch usually did the trick. A man prone to violence doesn’t stop at one.”
“No charges pressed?” Mason asked.
“No. In the case of the dickheadone Rupert MosleyI spoke to him myself. At that time he and Marla both sported shiners, and the fact was he’d given her hers. I said I’d be happy to charge Chip with assault, and they could share a cell, as I’d also be more than happy to charge him with assault on Marla. He opted against, further opted to relocate. He moved down to Oregon, outside Portland. I’ve checked his whereabouts on both nights in question. He’s alibied tight, seeing as he’s doing a nickel in CRCI for laying into another woman down there. But I’ll give you that data, too.”
“I’d appreciate it. Can I ask why Chip and Marla divorced?”
“She wanted out. She wanted more. More what, only God knows, but nothing was ever quite enough. She went at your sister at Loo’s that Friday night shortly before she went missing.”
“I’m sorry? What?”
Sam kicked back in his chairnot cocky like his deputy, but a relaxed, even amused body language. “You didn’t get that part? Well, Marla was the type who wanted whatever she wantedand she’d decided a while back she wanted Xander Keaton.”
“Keaton.”
“Yeahapparently they’d hit a hot round or two back in high school, which was all Xander wanted. And added to it, Xander thinks a lot of Chip. Divorced or not, he’d never go with Marla. Added to that added-to, Xander had his eye on your sisterand that was clear to anybody who cared to look. Marla took objection, and being half shit-faced at the time, got pushy with Naomi. Literally.”
“She put hands on Naomi?”
“A couple of times, making a scene, using we’ll say strong language.”
“At the bar?” Mason qualified, wanting it lined up tight. “At Loo’s the Friday night she went missing?”
“That’s right. Witness reports agree on how that went down. Marla started it, Naomi asked her to back off, a couple times. Marla shoved her again. Naomi grabbed her wristthat’s the one most agree ontwisted it in a way that had Marla going down on the floor. Then Naomi left. Marla stayed pissy, went and got sick in the toilets there, bitched at her best friend, and stomped on out. And that’s the last anyone saw of her until Naomi found her under the bluff.”