They allegedly sought to arrest a suspect spotted in a red pick-up which had entered the ranch. A shoot-out began, causing panic and confusion throughout the camp, and many shots were exchanged.
When the skirmish ended, the two FBI agents were dead. They had been wounded and someone had shot them at close range through their heads. Peltier and two others were subsequently charged with the murder of the two agents. Peltier fled to Canada and was subsequently extradited, convicted and imprisoned. The three agents were assigned a sedan from the motor pool and Crispy, as senior agent, was put in charge.
They phoned ahead, arranging to meet with both Colorados and Garrett. Agent Crispy requisitioned a heavy Kevlar vest and threw it into the trunk with their luggage. They left for San Carlos only an hour after their received their assignment.
The drive took a little over two hours. The police station in San Carlos was small and they found both officers there. Colorados was a solidly-built native American with a crew cut and a ready smile. Garrett was a good-looking, charming man in his 30s, his brown hair also cut short.
He had a thick, cowboy drawl. They briefed the agents with the same information that they had already received from Hobbson. Is that clear?
Remember, keep in touch with me. He handed over a file with the crime scene photographs and locations of the disappearances and the abandoned cars. The two women looked over the information briefly and saw that the crime scenes were all between San Carlos Lake and Geronimo, all of it on reservation land.
The photos were not very informative, showing vehicles, an empty campsite, a local gas station, and a ranch-style house and outbuildings.
Colorados also mentioned that he would put any vehicles he had at their disposal, including ATVs and a state patrol helicopter. He also gave them phone numbers for the San Carlos police office and the state poffice. Agent Crispy had gotten into the back seat of the sedan. He took out his cellular phone and opened it up, dialing Phoenix and getting an agent there. He asked the man to research any new construction in the area of State Road When the women returned to the car, they discussed sending Agent Grant back to Phoenix, but Agent Crispy wanted to see the crime scenes, from the newest to the oldest, immediately.
They headed down State Road 70 to the Begay Farm, about a 30 minute drive. En Route, Crispy found a police report in the file Colorados had given them. Begay had complained to his neighbor and tribal police that someone had been stealing his sheep. The sheep were apparently disappearing without a trace. The case was still under investigation. Agent Crispy asked them to stop the car a good hundred yards from the house, barn, and outbuildings. He climbed out of the back seat of the car and looked over the house from one side to the other but could see nothing out of place.
The windows were open though he saw that the front door was closed. He saw sheep in the corrals and the fields beside and behind the barn. Mountains rose beyond that. He also noticed another farm a half-mile or so the east. There appeared to be sheep there as well. He climbed back into the car and signaled Petrova to drive on. She asked how much livestock disappeared or was stolen in general and Crispy called the office and asked an agent there to look into that as well.
Aside from the blowing wind, it was very quiet. Crispy got out, took off his jacket, and got the Kevlar vest out of the trunk, donning it. He was wearing a short sleeve shirt and the two women could see the scars that covered his arms. The jacket was hot and uncomfortable but made him feel safer. As Agent Grant headed for the house, he and Agent Petrova went to the barn.
Agent Grant walked to the house but insistent knocking got no response. She toyed with the idea of breaking down the front door but, in the end, walked around the house, peering into the windows instead. Crispy opened a small side door to the barn and gestured for Petrova to precede him. The door opened into a small office with another door across the room that probably led into the barn.
The room held a desk, filing cabinet, clipboards on the wall, and a calendar opened to July. Both of them could hear movement in the barn beyond. Agent Crispy told Agent Petrova to identify them. They found only a few sheep in the barn. The large doors in the back of the building that opened to one of the corrals were open. They noticed that there were some other stalls in the barn, probably for horses.
Agent Crispy looked over the sheep and noticed that they had probably been sheered in the last month or so. Agent Grant had walked around the house and found the back door was unlocked. Just as she was going to try the door, her cellular phone rang. She looked at the phone and then complied, opening the door into a large, well-furnished, and clean-looking kitchen. She hung up the phone and entered the house, taking off her jacket and leaving it on the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
Then she started to go through the house. Agent Crispy and Agent Petrova searched the barn but found nothing out of place. There was plenty of feed for the sheep, as well as running water in the barn. The troughs held fresh water. They guessed that one of the neighbors was probably taking care of the sheep. They went to the corral behind the barn and could see a small corral with gates that opened to the property in general.
They noticed, while they were back there, that there was a proliferation of birds circling a mile or two from the barn over several spots. They guessed that there were over a dozen spots where the birds were circling. Agent Petrova went back to the car, contacting a deputy on the radio and telling him to patch her through. Agent Grant had found nothing out of place in the house.
She found a door that led to a finished basement with a family room and a small home office. Nothing was out of the ordinary on the ground floor either.
As she was finishing in the basement, she thought she heard someone upstairs. Someone stomped their feet in the kitchen. She drew her weapon and headed up the steps. A moment later, a figure appeared in the doorway at the top of the steps and she recognized Agent Crispy. She told him she had found nothing and he asked if there was anything with a date on it.
She noted there were tax records in the basement but nothing that she saw that was recent. He went to the basement and found the office. He also found a checkbook. According to the bankbook, a check had been written July 26 to a local supermarket. Sheriff Colorados arrived with a deputy an hour later, followed by two pickup trucks pulling trailers.
Each truck had a three-wheeler ATV in the back and each trailer had two more on it. Another cruiser with two more deputies followed behind the trucks.
She complained they could simply be dead sheep that no one had been there to care for. They discussed it, Grant complaining about involving the authorities.
Agent Crispy pointed out the circling birds to Sheriff Colorados as the deputies and the two men driving the pickup trucks unloaded the ATVs.
They learned from Sheriff Colorados that the neighbor, John Rope, was taking care of the animals at the farm. Agent Crispy entered the sedan, ordering Agent Petrova to investigate what the birds were circling over. He started to write a letter to Major Garrett. Agent Petrova asked Sheriff Colorados if the birds had been there before but he said they had not when last he came to the farm. He noted they had searched the entire property.
He pointed to the circling birds. We have six ATVs. We can use them all. If you confirm you have bodies. Colorados and his two remaining deputies mounted three of the ATVs and headed off to towards the west. Grant gave him some grief, noting she had checked it out of the motor pool and her name was on the paperwork. Grant suggested he sit in the farmhouse even as Petrova mounted one of the last few ATVs and headed off to the northeast.
In the sedan, Agent Crispy started to nervously tap his hand on his leg. Grant grinned at him. She got out of the car, taking the keys, and approached one of the men by the truck. The men looked at each other and then one told her he could show her how to drive one of the ATVs. He gave the woman a crash course in where the throttle, the clutch, and the brakes were. It took about a half hour but she had the basics of how to get the thing started and make it move though she had some trouble with the gears.
She soon arrived at the Rope farmhouse. The police cruiser was sitting out front and an older Apache was sitting on the porch with the deputy, talking.
As she slowed the ATV and went to turn it off, it jerked forward once and stalled. The two men watched her dismount from the vehicle and she saw that they each had a beer in their hand.
She looked them over for a moment. One of you folks did. The older man came out with a cold Coca-Cola and handed it to her. She took out her wallet and held out a dollar but the man just waved her off and sat down.
She started up the ATV and drove it slowly back towards the Begay farm, the soda in her hand. She turned the radio back on and heard reports from the deputies that they were finding the missing sheep. I need full records. The birds were circling over what appeared to be a sheep carcass that had been buried at least two feet deep.
Some animal had dug into the ground until it had exposed a good deal of the carcass. Crispy radioed Grant, asking her to take him to the gravesite. She noted there was another ATV on site and he could get there faster if he took it as she was still en route. We are on the same team, correct sir? She actually stopped her ATV a half mile from the farm and turned it off. She could see the sedan. Crispy radioed Petrova and learned she had found dug up dead sheep. He asked her to move to the next gravesite.
It was the FBI office in Phoenix. He learned that there had not been any major construction anywhere in the area for some time. They had not found much information about livestock theft in the area were still working on it. He asked them to focus animals attacked by other animals and the man on the other end of the line said he would. Agent Crispy exited the sedan and looked down the road where he could see Agent Grant sipping a soda.
He approached the Apaches standing there, walking very slowly and hobbling. He was trying to appear very old. After radioing for the location of the bodies, he climbed onto the ATV and the Apache drove him out into the fields.
She flung her soda can to the ground. She passed a deputy heading the other way. It stalled and she braked to a stop. Agent Petrova arrived moments later. The mass grave held four bodies: a man, a woman, and two children. Colorados and a deputy were carefully removing the dirt from the grave while trying not to contaminate the crime scene. Are there any next-of-kin?
He said he would make sure that the next-of-kin were informed and that permission was gotten for autopsies. It had been two weeks and the only tracks he saw were coyote tracks.
Agent Grant pointed out if they used the dogs near the abandoned cars, it might lead to something. Colorados said they already done so but it had turned up no leads. Agent Crispy suggested Sheriff Colorados have some of his trackers follow the coyote tracks. Agent Grant pointed out that the animal was a side issue and the serial killer who killed the family and buried them was the real issue.
Agent Crispy replied that the animal was trained to dig up things. Agent Petrova asked if they were wolves but Sheriff Colorados pointed out that they were definitely coyote tracks.
All of the graves had been placed irregularly along the property line without any seeming rhyme or reason. As they uncovered the bodies and more officers showed up, they found that the bodies were apparently uninjured. They arranged to have the bodies transported to Phoenix where the county coroner, Dr. Joseph Gutierrez, would examine the Begays and the sheep. Crispy made a couple of cellular phone calls and arranged it.
He also arranged to use the highway patrol helicopter to allow them to increase their search of that part of State Road He talked to the Apache who had driven him to the scene and then turned to the other agents.
Before they went back, she suggested to Petrova that they needed a serial killer specialist. Petrova pointed out that the forensics teams in Phoenix would probably take care of what they needed. They drove back to the farm, Grant stalling her ATV and shifting into the wrong gear a few times. She retrieved her jacket from the house. They drove to the airport north of San Carlos where they filled out the paperwork and then boarded the state patrol helicopter, Crispy donning his Kevlar vest again.
The pilot took them down State Road 70 almost to the edge of the reservation east of the Begay farm, nearly to Geronimo. All three of the agents spotted a bright, shiny patch a mile or so away from the road.
The pilot circled over the piece of metal, then set the helicopter down yards from the spot. He accompanied them to the spot where it looked like some animal had gone to a lot of trouble to dig up the roof of a car. Agent Grant muttered that they were going to need another excavation team. The pilot headed back to the helicopter to call it in. Within an hour, police, highway patrol, several dozen volunteers, some tractors, and a backhoe arrived on the site.
The tracks around the site proved to be coyote tracks once again. While they were working, Crispy got a call from the forensics teams that nothing out of the ordinary had been found in any of the abandoned vehicles.
He also learned that the autopsies would probably not be performed until the next day. He urged them to try to do them sooner. The smell that hit her was horrific and she quickly turned and vomited onto the ground next to the automobile. Even the other two agents, not very close to the car, could smell the stink of the dead body. Agent Crispy surreptitiously held out his bottle of his prescription nausea drugs to Agent Grant. The woman took it and quietly swallowed a couple of the pills.
Agent Petrova approached the car, a handkerchief over her mouth. Despite the precaution, she felt the bile rise in her stomach and she turned aside to vomit on the nearby ground as she retreated. Finally, Agent Crispy, also covering his mouth with his silk scarf, approached the car but had to retreat and vomit as well. The smell was terrible. A couple of the deputies also fell victim to the stink and got sick.
In the end, they sent for some breath masks and the three agents and Sheriff Colorados approached the car after Major Garrett contemptuously reminded them not to contaminate the scene any more.
Agent Crispy noted that forensics would tell them more. Colorados took the keys and opened up the trunk of the car but it was empty. The glove box contained a few maps but nothing of importance.
Agent Crispy called Phoenix on his cellular phone and requested the name be run while he waited. Unfortunately, he lost the signal while he was on hold. The police took over examining the car and the agents were told that the body would be sent to Phoenix for an autopsy. It was late in the afternoon but there was still plenty of daylight and the three agents took the highway patrol pilot back to the helicopter and continued their search of the area.
They spent the next two hours searching the area around State Road 70 but spotted nothing else out of the ordinary. Agent Crispy finished updating his letter to the State Police. They got two rooms at the Apache Gold Casino Hotel, the women sharing one. They were all hungry as they had skipped lunch and so Grant ordered plenty of food from room service. They heard what sounded like a blender in the adjoining room where Agent Crispy was staying.
While Agent Crispy was blending his food, as even eating was painful, the phone in his room rang. It proved to be another agent at the Phoenix field office. He told Crispy that Kenneth Braverman was a prime suspect in a series of prostitute killings in and around Houston.
The man had been a Houston police officer and when his house was searched after his disappearance, police found the partially cannibalized and bloodless remains of his two children. His wife was presumed kidnapped and the family car, which matched the car just unearthed, had been missing as well. Houston Police were baffled because he had supposedly acted alone but there was no way he could have killed his wife, disposed of the body, mutilated himself, and then buried the car.
The guess from Houston was that Elaine was in cahoots with her husband. What was weird was that the dental records indicated that Kenneth Braverman had been the one who cannibalized his children. The agent also told him that the autopsy was not yet done but that the autopsy of the Begay family was underway and should be done late that night. Crispy asked to be informed as soon as the results were in.
Crispy hung up and knocked on the door that separated the rooms. The women had a spread of food: shrimp, scallops, steak and potatoes. He looked down at the cup of sludge that he was holding, a wide bendy straw sticking out of it.
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Background: There's been a series of disappearances along a desolate section of highway 70 east of Phoenix, just south of the Gila Mountains.
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