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him to dress in layers. Wool socks, long underwear, lightweight wool sweater or acrylic sweatshirt, military surplus pants or jungle fatigues. But no, Mr. Know-It-All had chosen flannel shirts and Levi’s and a leather jacket. He’d changed his soaked clothes for dry, but he was still chilled, fine tremors rippling through his body every few minutes.
    It had taken them a few minutes to set up the tent after the skies opened up. Now the rain beat down on the plastic and sheeted off the sides, puddling on the ground outside. Inside the tent it smelled of rubber, damp wool, and something dank and moldering.
    The money and backpack sat in the far corner. They had been through the backpack. No ID there either. No clue at all as to who the dead man was, but Taylor thought he fit the general description of Jon Jackson, one of the suspects in the Black Wolf Casino robbery. As a former employee of the casino, Jackson had come under investigation despite -- or maybe partly because of -- the fact that he’d left town two days before the robbery and hadn’t been heard from since.
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    Taylor said abruptly, “Only one hijacker got on that plane.”
    “Looks that way.”
    “One robber gets on the hijacked plane. The others split and go their separate ways.”
    “Maybe.”
    “Maybe. Either way, they go prop up their alibis -- maybe they are each other’s alibis.”
    Will scratched his bristling jaw, considering. Taylor was a natural at this kind of doublethink. In fact, he was a little too good. Some of his scenarios were straight out of Agatha Christie, in Will’s opinion. But this one sounded reasonable: Wile E. Coyote leading the hounds off the trail of the foxes. Still, there were problems with it.
    He said, “You think they trusted him to get on that plane and fly away with all that money? What happened to the ‘no honor among thieves’ rule?”
    “I think it’s more of a guideline. Anyway, it was a risk, sure. But it’s not like they weren’t the gambling kind.”
    Will acknowledged that.
    Taylor said, “Getting that money out of town was one way of protecting it -- and maybe protecting them
    -- assuming they were local.”
    Will turned it over, nodded. “Maybe. Yeah, they couldn’t take the risk of being stopped with the money, and they sure wouldn’t want it turning up in any subsequent searches. They couldn’t know how much time they’d have to stash it.” He wished he could read Taylor’s face, but Taylor was mostly staring out at the rain -- and it was the first time Will had ever felt lonely in his company.
    “They’ve probably spent every weekend up here since the snow started melting searching for that plane.” He gave another of those little shivers.
    Will said, “Maybe. Maybe they figure he double-crossed them.”
    Taylor finally glanced Will’s way, his eyes oddly colorless -- almost gray -- in the dim light. “Maybe. But say they did some checking around. It probably wouldn’t take long to figure out that no one ever saw Jackson after that night in December.”
    “If it was Jackson.”
    “They’d know the plane went down. I think they’d figure Jackson -- yeah, if it was Jackson -- and the money went down with it.”
    “It fits,” Will agreed slowly.
    He studied Taylor’s sharply etched profile. It was hard to see in the fading light, but little details struck him: the black stubble on Taylor’s jaw, the length of his eyelashes, the soft dark hair growing over his collar, the set line of his mouth. It was kind of a sexy mouth. Sensual, even a little pouty, though Taylor was not the pouty kind, and his mouth spent a lot more time laughing and shooting itself off at the wrong Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    moment than it did pouting.
    Taylor had his faults, God