Skinner considered, then said, “You’re right. I was being stupid.”

He really was smarter than he looked, Virgil thought. As he thought that, Wood and Easton turned and jogged back to the Mustang, and Easton called, “He’s here,” and, a moment later, they were all rolling.

—

Rivers’s pickup turned the corner as Wood’s Mustang approached Van Den Berg’s driveway, and the pickup was right on Wood’s tail as they pulled into the yard. Shrake and Jenkins were fifty feet behind the pickup and went down the driveway, and Virgil pulled into the entrance of the driveway and then turned so the Tahoe blocked it. He said to Skinner, “You sit tight.”

Skinner said, “Bullshit, I want to see this,” and he was out and walking to the middle of the yard, where Larry Van Den Berg’s truck was pooping out diesel smoke, and the cops had surrounded Van Den Berg and the three men in work clothes. Virgil saw the woman running toward the woodlot, with Easton and Shrake close behind, and Virgil could hear Easton’s soprano voice as she shouted, “Down on the ground. On the ground . . .”

Larry Van Den Berg saw Virgil and pointed his finger, and said, “You motherfucker. You motherfucker,” and one of the other men asked, “For Christ’s sakes, what the hell is going on? Why are the cops here?”

Shrake and Easton caught up with the woman, put her on the ground, cuffed her, Easton patting her down, and they brought her back. Shrake said, “Skinner nailed it. There’s a trailer back there.”

Rivers had cuffed Larry Van Den Berg, and Wood asked the woman, “Are you Jill Van Den Berg?”

“Who wants to know?”

“Iowa Division of Criminal Investigation,” he said. “Where’s Ralph?”

She said, “In the house.” And, “This isn’t fair.”

“Does he have a gun in there?” Shrake asked.

“Yes, but he’d never shoot anyone,” Jill Van Den Berg said. She said her daughter, Billie, was in the house with her father.

Wood made Larry Van Den Berg and Jill Van Den Berg sit on a trailer, told Rivers and Jenkins to keep an eye on them, told the other three men to sit, uncuffed, on another trailer, “Until we have a chance to talk.” Then he, Easton, Virgil, and Shrake walked to the house, with Skinner trailing despite Virgil telling him repeatedly not to.

The screen door was closed but the inner door was open, and Wood pulled the screen open and shouted, “Ralph! Ralph, come on out here.” A man’s voice answered. “Don’t scare my little girl.”

“You’re fine, Ralph. We’ll give her to her mom.”

Ralph Van Den Berg, a thin man with a scruffy dishwater-blond beard and shoulder-length hair, poked his head around a corner, and said, “We’re coming. Don’t do nothing.”