“Who?” Barely voiced.

“I don’t know. But I will find out.”

I felt distrustful eyes on my back as I ran to the car.

*  *  *

Back in the Camry, I hit a key on my speed dial.

Come on. Come on.

“Hey, buttercup. You back in Charlotte?”

“Pete, listen to me.”

Twenty years of marriage had sensitized my ex to every nuance of mine. He caught the tension in my voice. “What is it?”

“You’re a lawyer. You know how to research corporations, right?”

“I do.”

“In Canada?”

“Mais oui.” May we.

“Never speak French, Pete.”

“Noted.”

“How long would it take?”

“What do you need?”

“Just the names of the owners, or officers, or whatever they’d be.”

“Probably not long.”

“So you’ll do it?”

“You’ll owe me, sugar britches.”

“I’ll bake you a big batch of cookies.”

“What’s the name?”

“Fast Moving.”

“Oh! là là. I like that.”

“It’s not what you think.”

“Do you know if it’s a partnership, a corporation, or just an assumed name used by an individual?”

“No.”

“That makes it difficult. Do you know where it’s registered?”

“No.”

“That makes it even harder.”

“Start with Alberta.”

Ollie was coming out of G Division headquarters as I pulled in. The lot was small, and I almost ran him over.

Holding two palms high, he circled to my side of the Camry. I lowered the window. “Sorry.”

“Slow it down, sister, or I’ll have to write you up.”

“You can’t write me up. You’re out of jurisdiction.”

Ollie pointed a finger pistol in my direction.

“Haven’t seen you since Friday,” I said.

“Believe me.” He tipped his head toward the building. “I’d rather be with you than those skanks.”

“What’s happening?”

“Unka’s about to roll on Scarborough. Doesn’t matter. It was endgame when his buddy nailed him to the wall.”

“So Scar killed Castain, and Unka killed Scar.”

“Cheap method of social cleanup, eh?”

“What about Ruben?”

“No one’s owning that one.”

“Ryan’s still in there?”

“He and Rainwater will be at it awhile.”

“He said you might be leaving.”

“Flying out in two hours.” Ollie grinned, but the tightness in his jaw belied unhappiness. “Thanks for coming west. Sorry we didn’t get satisfaction on Ruben. But it’ll all come out.”

“I think her murder is unrelated to Castain and Scarborough.”

“What do you mean?”

I laid out my theory.

“Who do you like for the doer?”

“I don’t know. But Tyne has Snook convinced that her”—I hooked air quotes—“‘land’ is vital for his caribou preserve. That the opening of the Gahcho Kué mine threatens the herds. Here’s the thing. Snook’s mineral claims are way over by Ekati. They’re nowhere near Gahcho Kué.”

“What are you going to do?”