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Concho from Acoma,‖ Delfina said. ―He was in here tonight. At least I think it was him. He had on a black jacket. Dark colored, anyway. I've only seen him two or three times before. It was him, Frank, no?‖
―I guess it was him, but you waited on him.‖
―Who is this, now?‖ Bobby asked.
―I don't know his name. Darlene Concho married him after she joined the Navy. He's still in the Navy. Anglo guy. He had two shots of whiskey. Wild Turkey. And one bottle of beer. Coors. I remember because I don't remember him drinking before. Darlene had a beer sometimes but he would drink an orange coke or something else. He didn't speak to me or nothing, but, like I said, I only met him once or twice before.‖
―When would this have been?‖
―A couple of years. After they got married. They was here from Washington. Both of them was stationed up there, I think. I can't remember the name of the town, but she told me. He is a quiet guy. Didn't say too much but he seemed to like Darlene a lot.‖
―I mean when was he here tonight.‖
―Oh. Tonight. I don't know. Seven. Seven-thirty. No, Frank? Seven-thirty?‖
―About that. I was back from having my supper.‖
―What did he do?‖ Bobby asked.
―He came in,‖ Mrs. Fernandez said. ―He sat on this very stool. Ordered a shot and a beer. Drank the shot in one swallow and then tapped the edge of the glass with his finger and I filled it back up. He drank some beer and then sipped the rest of the whiskey while he finished the beer. He counted out the exact money to pay for it. One dollar and ninety cents. He didn't leave me no tip. He was here maybe ten minutes. Maybe fifteen. No mas .‖
Posey made notes. ―Did you see his car, what it looked like?‖
―A junky old pickup,‖ the bar owner said. ―Maybe a Ford.‖
―You see what direction he went when he left here?‖ Bobby followed up.
―No. I am only guessing about the pickup. There was one like that parked outside when I came in from supper and he was in here. He is gone now. So is the pickup.‖
―Did the guy seem nervous or anything?‖
―I don't know about nervous,‖ Delfina Fernandez said, ―but he drank two shots of hundred proof whiskey muy rapido , I think.‖
― Muchas gracias, Señor Fernandez. Señora . Criminal agents will want to talk to you some more, but I don't know when it will be.‖
―If it is not pretty soon, we will be closed and they can wait until the morning,‖ Frank Fernandez said. ―But I do not know what else we could say. We have told you what we know.‖
―It is too bad about Miss Brown,‖ Delfina said. ―We always liked her very much. ― Pero , Bud.‖ She hesitated. ―No, I will not speak ill of the dead.‖
Officers Gutierrez and Posey reported the results of their investigation to Captain Mat Torrez. He relayed the information to all roadblocks: ―Subject may smell of whiskey and be in the company of an Indian woman.‖ He also assigned the follow-up to narcotics officers Freddy Finch and Carlos Gallegos who arrived at Budville on the morning of Sunday the 19th.
―This assignment is a pile of crap, Freddy,‖ Carlos Gallegos said as they drove west out of Budville. ―This is Sunday. We ain't supposed to work on Sunday, especially during football season. I wanted to watch Dallas kick hell out of the Redskins this afternoon and here I am running all over creation on this sorry-assed deal.‖
―Carlos, buddy, take it easy. Spurlock is gonna be case agent. It ain't too much to ask that we give up a Sunday once in a while to help out. Besides, I knew old Bud. Kind of liked him. My kind of guy. Didn't take shit from nobody. Period.‖
―You just want to suck up to Scarberry. Everyone knows you and him is big asshole buddies.‖
―The deputy chief‘s done good by me, and him and me play a little golf. I figure I can miss Ed Sullivan from time to time.‖
―That's the other thing, too,‖ Carlos said. ―Tonight‘s cowboy night on the tube. High Chaparral, Bonanza and