Mann stood up. “I’m going to bed. But before I do, I should warn you. Wolf isn’t trying to get this little heaven-on-earth out of a financial bind. He’s rebuilding his army of suckers to make him rich. Good night.” He walked to the other end of the building and turned off the light.

Leah Hawkins spent time studying the aerial maps of the land from the highway intersection where Wally’s Sky Club stood and the beginning of the narrow uphill road where she had followed the red pickup truck.

Leah wanted to hunt down the woman with the yellow T-shirt. She had seen her face for only about ten seconds, but she thought she would recognize it if she saw it again. She knew that driving up that road was not a good idea, and she wasn’t ready to try walking up there before she knew more about what she would find and how far the walk would be. Meanwhile she would be looking for other T-shirts with the same picture on them.

She went to Wally’s Sky Bar several times, searching for the woman or the T-shirt, whichever turned up first. There wasn’t any dancing on weeknights, so she ordered food and stayed for a couple of drinks, but the place never filled up, and the woman didn’t return.

She changed rental cars and then set up a surveillance on a paved spot about a half mile from the entrance to the uphill road where the red pickup had gone. She bought a spotter’s scope and aimed it at the place where the smaller road met the highway.

In the early morning beginning at five o’clock before the sun came up, a few cars came down the road to the highway and kept going. Leah photographed each one at the point where it reached the last turn and had to slow down and stop to watch for highway traffic. They seemed to be carpools, because each car had three to five people in it. It looked like a bunch of commuters lived up that road.

The next day was the same, and the next. On the fourth day she came back from her hotel with a few transponders for attaching to cars so she could use a computer to see where they went.

She watched through her rear window as a car full of men emerged from the mountain road. It was too many people to be anything but a carpool with multiple stops, so she let it disappear down the highway. Then there was a truck containing two women, but they both appeared to notice Leah’s car. The third vehicle was a silver Toyota Corolla with three women in it, and it was going slowly down the mountain road to the highway.