The Marfa Murder Mysteries Part Two
By Katie Phillips
Disclaimer information located in Part One
Stan opened the doors promptly at 10 a.m. and the visitors began to arrive. Most of the people were from the surrounding area, coming in search of free coffee and the entertainment that had been scheduled throughout the day.
Scully was stationed at the information booth and manned the cash register while Suzie roamed the gift shop answering questions and helping people choose the perfect t-shirt. The steady stream of people throughout the day made the time pass quickly. Before Scully knew it, it was nearing sunset. Another couple of hours and she would be done for the day. With a little luck, she'd be able to escape before Carlos spotted her.
Bobby Durham made an unexpected appearance just as the sky was growing dark. He smiled briefly at Scully and asked her how the day had gone. He was a nice man--even Stan had trouble holding a grudge against him.
"I'm a bit surprised to see you here Bobby," Scully said, offering him a commemorative booklet.
Bobby smiled. "It's not the facility I'm against, Ashley. It's the location of the southern--most parking area. All I've ever wanted was for it to be pushed back a couple hundred feet, off the Apache burial grounds."
"That doesn't sound like such an unreasonable request."
Bobby snorted. "I didn't think so either. Carlos and his family were dead set against it--thought it would cut out too many parking spaces and be an inconvenience to the visitors here." Bobby leaned against the counter and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. "Between you and me Ashley, I doubt that besides tonight and the night the politicians are all here, that there will ever be a shortage of parking spaces."
Scully smiled and said nothing, although she thought he was probably right. She watched him as he wandered off to talk to Suzie, wondering if he was the kind of man whose passions would lead him to violence. She didn't want to think so, but knew enough to know that the most mild-mannered men could be the most vicious killers. She shuddered as the image of Donnie Pfaster popped into her head.
A few minutes later, Stan came by to tell them it was time to close up shop. "You can count the register tomorrow morning," he told them as he pulled down the gate that locked the gift shop. "The music is starting and you two have worked too hard today to miss out on the fun."
Scully's mind went immediately back to Carlos's statement about the first dance. She looked at Suzie and realized she was thinking the same thing. "Give me a sign Ashley, and I'll rescue you in a minute."
XXX
As a rule, Scully disliked country music, but here under the bright Texas stars it seemed to fit. She strolled along the observation deck, watching people peer at the Marfa lights through binoculars. The lights themselves seemed to sense the importance of the occasion, and were "dancing" more than normal. Scully smiled at the sight, thinking how much Mulder would enjoy all of this. She really missed him.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when Carlos casually slung his arm around her shoulders. "The music's playing Ashley. That's our cue."
Seeing Suzie nowhere in sight, Scully calmly turned to Carlos. "Let me freshen up a bit first, okay?" She smiled at him so sweetly he had no choice but to agree.
"Go ahead but don't take all night."
Scully smiled at him again and headed for the ladies room cursing the fact that there was only one entrance. It would make her plans for escape that much more difficult.
Carlos leaned against a concrete wall and watched the parade of women entering and leaving the ladies room. He had no intention of letting his woman sneak past him. He was going to spend the entire night with her and, if she was lucky, he would buy her breakfast.
Suzie spotted Carlos and quickly figured out what he was doing. Determined to help her friend, she set out to distract him. She was calling his name when a huge explosion shook the ground, and smoke began billowing from the ladies room.
XXX
Skinner heard the pounding on his front door, and checked the clock. It read 5:47 AM. He groaned as he swung his feet out of bed and headed for the door. There was only one person who would have the nerve to bang on his door at this early hour. He knew it was Mulder, he just didn't know why.
Mulder had been up most of the night rounding up the serial killer. He had once again gone against popular opinion, and ended up being correct. He single-handedly chased down the suspect and tackled him, holding the man until his backup had arrived.
The arrest had been made around 1 AM though. Something else must be wrong. Skinner immediately thought of Scully. He pulled open the door and found a very agitated Fox Mulder, grim-faced and twitching, standing on his doorstep. Mulder burst past Skinner, into the apartment.
"Was it her?" Mulder turned and looked at Skinner, his eyes filled with panic.
"What?"
Mulder's look of panic was replaced by one of annoyance. "Was it *her*?" he demanded.
"Take a deep breath Mulder, and tell me exactly what you're talking about."
"There was an explosion at the research facility." he chuffed harshly. He paused a second, taking a deep, hitching breath in an attempt to calm himself. "In the ladies room. At least one person is dead."
Skinner's eyes grew wide and Mulder was surprised at how pale he became. "Where did you hear this?"
"The Gunmen have been monitoring the police stations in that area. Around 9 PM a call came in that there had been explosion, and that at least one female was dead. That's all they could get for me."
Skinner had grabbed his phone before Mulder had finished speaking. He gestured to the kitchen and mouthed to Mulder to start making coffee, as he brusquely directed the Bureau switchboard operator to patch him through to the El Paso office immediately.
Mulder started the coffee and continued his pacing, as he waited for Skinner to get off the phone. Finally, after about ten minutes, Skinner hung up.
"Well?"
Skinner took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyes before heading to the kitchen. He poured himself a large mug of coffee before turning to face Mulder. "As you already know, there was an explosion at the facility last night. Ten women were brought to the emergency room for treatment, and there was one fatality. The names have yet to be released."
Mulder turned to go, only to be stopped by Skinner's hand on his arm. "You can't go down there Mulder, not yet."
Mulder turned and glared at his boss. "Since neither you nor the Bureau has been notified about an injury to Scully, we must assume that she has been able to maintain her cover. Running down there now could easily undo everything she has done." Skinner gave him a weak smile. "I don't think she would appreciate you riding in on your white horse to save her, and blowing her cover in the process, do you?"
Mulder shrugged and Skinner released his arm. "Scully is due to check in with the El Paso Bureau at 10 AM. They're going to call me as soon as they hear from her or get any more information about the victims. Go home Mulder, and get a couple of hours sleep and I'll see you in my office at ten."
Mulder muttered his thanks and left Skinner's apartment, knowing there was no chance he would sleep.
XXX
Scully felt someone shake her gently, and forced herself to open her eyes. She squinted as the bright lights of the emergency room blinded her briefly. "Ms. Wilkes, the detective is ready to see you now."
Scully nodded and slowly rose from the small couch on which she had fallen asleep. She was stiff and quite groggy, as she followed the police officer down the bright hallway into a small office. There, sitting behind a generic looking steel gray desk, sat a middle-aged detective who looked even worse than she felt.
"Have a seat. Can Clarence get you some coffee?"
"That would be great, thanks." Scully rolled her head from side to side trying to get out the kinks. She had read up on this particular detective. George White was a twenty-year veteran of the Marfa police force, with a spotless record. Even so, Scully had been specifically asked not to reveal her cover to him unless absolutely necessary. He had too many friends in town, and was known to chat a bit when he had a beer or two, which was practically every night.
White looked at Scully's hand. It looked like it had been quickly bandaged and showed spots of dark red where blood had leaked through. He motioned towards her injury with his head. "Shouldn't you have that looked at?"
Scully shrugged. "I will when we're done. The others seemed to need the attention more than I did, so I decided to rest for a few minutes." She looked perplexed for a second. "Just what time is it?"
White looked down at his watch. "Jesus, it's already 8:45. I can't believe I've been at this all night."
Scully's shoulders sagged when she realized there was no way she could check in with the Bureau by 10 AM. What she had to tell them would have to wait until their next appointed time, that night at ten. Scully sighed and addressed the detective. "As far as I know, this is what happened. . . ."
XXX
Mulder found the door to Skinner's office closed when he arrived there promptly at 9:55 AM. He gave two courtesy knocks before entering and taking a seat in front of Skinner's desk. He placed the duffle bag he was carrying on the floor next to him.
Skinner glanced at the bag but said nothing. One look at Mulder told him everything he needed to know. Mulder hadn't slept, and if there was no news from Scully, he would be on the next plane to Texas.
The only sound in the office was the gentle clicking sound made by the old clock hanging on the wall. It chimed when it reached the top of the hour, causing Mulder to jump in his chair. He exchanged a look with Skinner then rested his head on his hands.
When they had heard nothing by 10:15, Skinner sent Mulder out to get them both breakfast, promising to call Mulder immediately on his cell phone if he received any news. Skinner wasn't particularly hungry but knew that Mulder needed something to keep him busy. He also knew that Mulder probably hadn't eaten a thing since before the sting operation the previous night.
Mulder saw through Skinner's ploy, but agreed. Anything was better than sitting around Skinner's office waiting for the phone to ring. He returned fifteen minutes later to find Skinner staring at the phone. Mulder was surprised at how apprehensive the A.D. looked. Skinner looked up and nodded his thanks to Mulder as he accepted a large coffee and bagel. "We'll eat and if no call comes through by the time we're done, I'll starting making phone calls."
Mulder nodded and placed his coffee on the corner of Skinner's desk and ripped open his own bag. It was his favorite--egg, cheese and ham on an everything bagel, but it tasted like sawdust in his dry mouth. He managed a few bites, then pushed it away. He noticed Skinner had done the same, picking up the phone after the third or fourth mouthful.
It took awhile, but Skinner was finally able to track down the SAC in El Paso. Mulder watched in silence as Skinner systematically grilled the SAC about Scully. He hung up the phone a bit harder than he had to, and got up and walked over to the window.
"Scully has yet to check in. The procedure they established was that she would check in within an hour of her scheduled time, and if she couldn't do that, she would check in at the next scheduled time."
Mulder glanced at his watch. It was 10:40 AM. Scully still had twenty minutes. "When is the next scheduled time?"
Skinner turned and glared at Mulder, his own frustration at the situation showing. "Ten tonight."
"Twelve more hours?" Mulder jumped out of his chair and walked over to Skinner. "That's unacceptable! If you think I'm going to wait around until then. . ."
Skinner raised his hand to stop him. "I'm quite sure I know your feelings on this particular matter Agent Mulder." Mulder opened his mouth to say something and then promptly shut it.
Skinner brushed past Mulder and sat on the edge of his desk before continuing. "There's more." Mulder grimaced, and steeled himself for what might come next. "The Marfa Police Department is considering the explosion to be accidental. They don't consider this to be a Bureau matter so they have yet to release the names of the victims to the El Paso office."
Mulder's eyes widened in shock, and he was on the verge of another outburst, when Skinner cut him off. "They are, however, asking for the Bureau's help with the autopsy of the woman who died. They are in the process of driving her body to El Paso. They expect it there by this afternoon."
"This afternoon!" Mulder was practically beside himself.
"Calm down, Mulder. The SAC is going to call the agents bringing in the body and get a basic description of the victim. That should give us at least some indication of whether or not it's Scully."
Mulder agree it was better than nothing, and resumed his spot in front of Skinner's desk. He bent over and put his head in his hands, trying desperately not to think the worse. A few minutes later the phone rang. Mulder squeezed his eyes shut as he listened to Skinner.
"The face is unrecognizable? Okay, she's petite and, hold on a second. . . Mulder, do you know if Scully has any identifying marks on her body?"
Mulder barely looked up at this. "She has a tattoo of a snake on her lower back. It's in the shape of a circle with the head biting its tail."
Skinner gave Mulder an odd look before relaying this information. Mulder realized that Skinner was probably wondering how Mulder knew this particular piece of information. He put his head back in his hands when he saw Skinner close his eyes as if to collect himself before speaking. "That should be all the proof we need. I'm sending her partner down there on the next available flight. He'll assist you in wrapping this up."
Mulder raised his head when he heard the phone go back on its cradle. His eyes were brimming with unshed tears. "Is it her? Is it Scully?"
Skinner frowned and remained silent trying to understand Mulder's confusion. "Mulder, the woman they are transporting to El Paso is at least 5'8" tall and weighs, they're guessing, close to 150 pounds." Mulder gave a huge sigh of relief and smiled as he wiped an errant tear off his face. "I'm sending you there undercover. You'll be Scully's backup."
Mulder was out of his seat and heading towards the door before Skinner even finished speaking. "You're to check in with the El Paso Bureau as soon as you arrive. They'll set you up with a cover. You'll be heading to Marfa sometime tomorrow. And Mulder?"
Mulder stopped and turned back around. "Yes Sir."
"That tattoo?"
Mulder smiled. "She got it in Philly a few years back. I've only seen pictures of it."
"I see." Mulder turned to leave. "Mulder, off the record..."
"Yes, Sir?"
"It might be interesting to see that tattoo in person."
XXX
Scully didn't leave the hospital until after noon on Sunday. All she wanted to do was to go back to her apartment and sleep, but decided to check in with the El Paso office first. She wasn't supposed to call in until ten that night, but she knew that back in Washington Mulder would be worrying about her if he had caught wind of the explosion.
Scully placed the call shortly after one, only to be told that the SAC was on a very important phone call and couldn't be disturbed. Scully left a message that she was fine, and that she would report again within the next few days with more details about the explosion. She stifled a yawn while hanging up the phone, and headed for her apartment and bed.
Scully returned to work Monday night, surprised to find the facility looking like nothing had happened. She was certain that the ladies room, at least, would be sealed off from the public while the police investigated the explosion. She was about to check it out herself, when she heard someone calling her.
"Ashley, I'm so happy to see you." Before Scully knew it, she was in Suzie's arms having the wind squeezed out of her. "You gave us such a scare." Suzie pulled back, still holding both of Scully's arms and looking at her like she was proof of the second coming.
Scully quickly diverted the attention off herself. "I can't believe how clean everything is. I would have thought for sure that it would still be a mess."
Suzie released Scully and smiled at her. "The police looked around a little bit after they took all the injured women out, and then told Stan it was okay to start cleaning up." Scully sighed as she realized that all the forensic evidence had probably gone down the drain-- literally. "Stan and I spent most of Sunday scrubbing walls and the floors. Would you believe that Carlos even helped out some? He hauled away the garbage can and all the debris in his truck."
Suzie then proceeded to tell Scully about the swarms of people that had shown up on Sunday afternoon, most of them reporters, some from as far away as Fort Stockton. Suzie stopped her description of one particular male reporter, and motioned with her chin at something behind Scully. "Looks like you've got yourself another admirer."
Scully frowned. "What are you talking about Suzie?"
"Don't look now, but there's this really cute guy checking you out, and he obviously likes what he sees."
Scully sighed. She was beginning to get annoyed by the way the men in this part of the country openly gawked at her. She squared her shoulders and spun around, ready for a confrontation. Her jaw almost dropped when she saw the man to whom Suzie was referring.
Suzie saw the look on Scully's face, and the slow smile creeping over Mulder's face. She leaned over and whispered to Scully when Mulder started walking towards them. "Carlos isn't going to be happy about this." Scully gave her a quick dirty look. Suzie just grinned at her and gave her a little poke in the ribs with her elbow. "I told you he was cute."
Mulder managed to pull himself together as he walked across the room, quite pleased with himself for not running over and sweeping Scully up in his arms. If it weren't for her telltale red hair, he might not have recognized her. She looked so different with her hair falling in soft waves. As a rule, Scully hated her wavy hair, and went to great efforts to keep it as straight as possible.
It wasn't her hair that had thrown him off though, as much as it was her attire. Scully always looked like she had stepped out of a Talbot's catalogue. The woman standing in front of him was dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt that clung to every curve, leaving very little to one's imagination. The cowboy boots she wore didn't add height that her normal pumps did. The result was a petite redhead who oozed sexuality. The fact that she seemed to be unaware of the effect she had made her even more appealing.
"Good evening ladies." Mulder approached making sure to make eye contact with Scully's companion first. "I'm Barry Livingston. Dr. Barry Livingston. I'm hoping to use your research facility here."
Suzie reached out her hand in greeting. "Hi. I'm Suzie and this is Ashley."
Mulder shook Suzie's hand and then reached for Scully's. She gave a little wave with her right hand showing him the bandage. Mulder dropped his hand and tried not to look too concerned. "Hurt yourself?"
"It's nothing, really."
"Nothing? Are you saying it's 'nothing'"? Suzie was outraged. "It's 'nothing' except you got hurt trying to save that poor woman!"
Mulder looked at Scully who simply shrugged, then to Suzie who seemed eager to tell the story. "Saturday night there was an explosion in the ladies room. Ashley was washing her hands when something in the garbage can blew up. It was one of those fancy garbage cans made out of metal, that looks like a bullet, and pieces of it went flying every where." Suzie was waving her arms in illustration. Mulder looked on in fascination, while Scully stifled a smile.
"Linda Jacobson had the bad fortune to be spitting her gum into the can when it blew. You know, my mother always told me not to spit out my gum like that, but to put it in a piece of paper and then throw it out. I guess she was right." Suzie paused as she gave the matter of how to correctly dispose of gum some thought.
She continued when she realized that she had an eager audience in Mulder. "Anyway, pieces of the can went flying. Some of them caught poor Linda right in the face. Ashley pulled them off, but they were so hot they burned her. Isn't that right, Ashley?"
Scully put on a straight face. "More or less."
"Why did it blow up?" Scully saw a look of pure innocence plastered on Mulder's face. He was playing the part of the research scientist perfectly.
"I'm no scientist," Ashley began "but if I had to make a guess, I would say that someone threw out some construction adhesive or cleaning solution. Add to that a match or a spark and. . ."
"Kaboom!" Suzie said extending her arms again. "The next thing you know they're hauling bodies out of here. The emergency room was overflowing." Suzie put her arm around Scully and gave her a squeeze. "George White told me how you insisted on everyone else being treated before you, and how you helped the doctors in the ER determine who was the most seriously injured. He said you used to be a Girl Scout Counselor, and that's why you knew so much about first aid."
Scully smiled, avoiding Mulder's eyes, and nodded. She was very glad that she hadn't confided much more in George White. The man did have a big mouth.
Mulder was about to ask more questions when the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Stan walked over to them, a huge grin on his face. "Doctor Livingston I presume?" Scully had to look down at the floor to keep from at laughing at Mulder's alias.
Stan pumped Mulder's hand with enthusiasm. "It's an honor to have a man of your prestige visit our little facility." Stan released Mulder's hand and turned his attention to the two women. "Dr. Livingston has done research on paranormal behavior all over the world, and now he wants to study our little lights." He turned back to Mulder. "Let me show you around." Stan led Mulder away.
"Now that's an ass. You'll have to let me know if it looks as good undressed as it does in those jeans."
"Suzie!" Scully was shocked by Suzie's assumption, but did have to admit that Mulder's jeans showed off his assets nicely.
"Don't 'Suzie' me. I know sparks when I see them, and there are definitely sparks between the two of you. I say with within the week, you are lying on your back in that man's bed, your ankles. . ."
"I got the idea Suzie."
Suzie giggled at her friend's discomfort. "Come on Ashley, you must admit he is good looking." She and Scully began walking toward the gift shop.
"Yeah, I guess he is."
"And you could think of a lot worse things than having him screw your brains out, couldn't you?"
Scully immediately thought of dealing with flukeworms and little gray men. "Yeah, I guess I could."
"See, I knew it."
Carlos emerged from the ladies room where he had just installed the new garbage can. He hadn't heard all of their conversation, but had caught enough. There was no way that he was going to let that gay college man near his woman--at least not until he had sampled her himself.
XXX
Scully tried to keep her mind on business, as she walked around the gift shop straightening shelves. She had been taken off guard by Mulder's appearance, but wasn't too surprised he had shown up. Part of her knew that as soon as Mulder heard about the explosion, he would be on a plane to Texas. The fact that Skinner permitted him to come, could only mean that his stint with VCU was finally over.
She was dying to ask him about the case and whether his profile had worked, but knew it could be days until they found themselves in a situation where it would be safe to talk at length. In the meantime, she would have to satisfy herself with whatever stolen moments they could finagle.
Suzie walked over to and gave her a brief squeeze. Scully liked Suzie, a lot, but was still having trouble getting used to being touched so much. In that way, Suzie reminded her of Mulder. He was always touching. "Ashley, you've got to go outside and check it out."
"Why, what's going on?"
"The lights are unbelievable tonight. They haven't been this active in weeks."
"Maybe after I finish straightening up." Scully turned toward the next pile of disheveled t-shirts.
Suzie promptly took the shirt from her hand. "The show will be over long before we get this place back in order. Go out for a couple of minutes, I'll cover for you."
Scully nodded and turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. "Why are you so anxious for me to see the lights?"
Suzie grinned and shrugged. "They're really bright tonight, Ashley." She paused for a second, her grin growing larger. "That, plus I spotted your professor wandering around out there. Maybe you could show him where to get the best view." She smiled knowingly at Scully.
"Suzie, you're impossible." Scully knew she should head back to the t-shirt table, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to see Mulder again, even if it was from a distance. "Okay," she agreed, smiling at Suzie. "I'll be back in five minutes."
"Take all the time you need. You won't want to rush through anything." Suzie winked at her and turned her attention to a man at the cash register waiting to buy a book.
XXX
The night had gotten cooler, and Scully wrapped her arms around herself as she strolled along the observation platform. The area was dotted with people, some in small groups and others obviously couples. She glanced around casually, trying to spot Mulder. Not seeing him, she walked over to an empty spot along the wall, and putting her elbows on it, rested her chin in her hands and watched the show.
Suzie was right. The lights were exceptionally brilliant as they darted and danced along the horizon. The night was almost silent. The hum of quiet conversation was occasionally interrupted by a loud 'Did you see that?'. Even the crickets and other night insects seemed to have taken the night off.
Scully sensed him before she saw him, as he quietly walked up to her and stood so their arms barely touched. They stood side by side in silence, each appreciating the presence of the other. It was Scully who finally broke the silence.
"Are they what you thought they would be?"
"Yeah, pretty much. I did some research on them before I headed down here. Didn't want to make a complete ass out of myself--at least no more than usual."
Scully was about to ask him about his case, when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. "How long do you plan on being here, Doctor Livingston?"
"Please call me Barry. I've rented a room in Marfa, and plan to stay as long as it takes to me to get a handle on what goes on around here."
Scully nodded politely. "If I can be of any assistance, please let me know."
Mulder looked down at her and smiled. "Actually you can. Suzie told me that the dance that was interrupted on Saturday night is being held here tomorrow." Scully frowned slightly; she had totally forgotten about the rescheduled dance. "I was hoping you could help me work out the kinks in my two-step."
"Your two-step M..Barry?" She said biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Does that surprise you?" Mulder was doing a good job looking offended.
"Well, it's just that you don't look like the country line dancing type, that's all," Scully said innocently. She thought about how Suzie had given her a crash course on the dance early Saturday morning.
"I'll have you know that my parents exposed me to a wide array of dance techniques while I was growing up." Mulder grinned down at her.
"Then I'll be happy to see what you can do," Scully replied, grinning back. She sighed. "I told Suzie I would be back in five minutes, so I'd better go."
Mulder nodded. "I'll walk back in with you. I need to get Bobby Durham's phone number. He's promised to take me on a hike tomorrow around the area."
Scully didn't realize how much she missed Mulder's subtle touches until she felt him guide her through the doorway, touching her gently with his hand. They walked into the gift shop together, where Scully dug up Bobby's phone number and Suzie, not-so-subtly, pried Mulder for information.
Mulder took the slip of paper from Scully and tucked it in his pocket. "Until tomorrow ladies." Mulder gave a dramatic bow, resulting in a wave of giggles from Suzie, and left. She watched him walk out to his SUV, while Scully began straightening up the books. "You're definitely in."
Scully looked up, puzzled by the remark. "Excuse me?"
Suzie grinned at her again. "You and the professor. I may have to push ahead my prediction a day or two."
Suzie wasn't the only one who watched Mulder walk out to his car. Carlos had also seen the interaction between Mulder and Scully, and was not at all pleased. Carlos was sure he was a much better catch than some lame professor who made his living writing articles and teaching classes. He was better looking, and definitely had more money. Tomorrow night he would make his move, and before Ashley knew it, the professor would be forgotten.
XXX
Mulder spent the entire day hiking the area around the research facility with Bobby Durham. The lack of shade made it brutally hot, but Mulder found himself enjoying the experience. Bobby was an excellent guide, and although rather outspoken about his political beliefs when it came to the Apaches, Mulder found himself liking Bobby very much.
Mulder's only unease came from Bobby's lack of concern when it came to the incidents at the facility. He appeared to be genuinely upset about the deaths, but seemed to think that the bad luck the facility was experiencing, was brought on by its owners.
"You're saying everything that has happened is because of bad karma?" Mulder lifted up the hem of his t-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face. That idea was crazy enough to have come from him. He took several gulps of water from his thermos, ignoring the water streaming down his chin before passing the canister to Bobby.
"More or less. If the Apache spirits have been angered, they'll have to be appeased." Bobby took his own large gulp of water before capping the bottle and putting in back into his pack. He had long ago stripped himself of his shirt and mopped at his brow with his bare arm.
Mulder picked up his own pack and slung it on his back, before resuming his pace alongside Bobby. "How do you do that?"
"I don't know. Only an Apache medicine man or woman could answer that question, and real ones are few and far between."
"Have you mentioned any of this to Stan?"
"I've been talking to Stan since the first set of blueprints was drawn up. He's a good man and I know he would never intentionally do anything to offend the Apaches, or anyone else. He brought my suggestions to the board, and they were systematically shot down."
"Who makes up the board?"
"A bunch of local ranchers, politicians and Carlos."
Mulder stopped abruptly causing Bobby to pause and look at him. "Carlos, the construction guy?"
Bobby laughed out loud. "Oh, he would love to hear himself called 'the construction guy.' Carlos's family has made significant financial donations to this project. The Lights have always fascinated his father. Carlos not only oversaw the fundraising efforts, but as you know, has overseen the design and construction of the facility as well. It's his baby as much as his father's."
Mulder paused a moment to let all this information sink in. He thought briefly about asking Bobby more questions, but thought better of it. He was, after all, supposed to be a professor, not an FBI agent.
End of part two.
Stan opened the doors promptly at 10 a.m. and the visitors began to arrive. Most of the people were from the surrounding area, coming in search of free coffee and the entertainment that had been scheduled throughout the day.
Scully was stationed at the information booth and manned the cash register while Suzie roamed the gift shop answering questions and helping people choose the perfect t-shirt. The steady stream of people throughout the day made the time pass quickly. Before Scully knew it, it was nearing sunset. Another couple of hours and she would be done for the day. With a little luck, she'd be able to escape before Carlos spotted her.
Bobby Durham made an unexpected appearance just as the sky was growing dark. He smiled briefly at Scully and asked her how the day had gone. He was a nice man--even Stan had trouble holding a grudge against him.
"I'm a bit surprised to see you here Bobby," Scully said, offering him a commemorative booklet.
Bobby smiled. "It's not the facility I'm against, Ashley. It's the location of the southern--most parking area. All I've ever wanted was for it to be pushed back a couple hundred feet, off the Apache burial grounds."
"That doesn't sound like such an unreasonable request."
Bobby snorted. "I didn't think so either. Carlos and his family were dead set against it--thought it would cut out too many parking spaces and be an inconvenience to the visitors here." Bobby leaned against the counter and spoke in a conspiratorial whisper. "Between you and me Ashley, I doubt that besides tonight and the night the politicians are all here, that there will ever be a shortage of parking spaces."
Scully smiled and said nothing, although she thought he was probably right. She watched him as he wandered off to talk to Suzie, wondering if he was the kind of man whose passions would lead him to violence. She didn't want to think so, but knew enough to know that the most mild-mannered men could be the most vicious killers. She shuddered as the image of Donnie Pfaster popped into her head.
A few minutes later, Stan came by to tell them it was time to close up shop. "You can count the register tomorrow morning," he told them as he pulled down the gate that locked the gift shop. "The music is starting and you two have worked too hard today to miss out on the fun."
Scully's mind went immediately back to Carlos's statement about the first dance. She looked at Suzie and realized she was thinking the same thing. "Give me a sign Ashley, and I'll rescue you in a minute."
XXX
As a rule, Scully disliked country music, but here under the bright Texas stars it seemed to fit. She strolled along the observation deck, watching people peer at the Marfa lights through binoculars. The lights themselves seemed to sense the importance of the occasion, and were "dancing" more than normal. Scully smiled at the sight, thinking how much Mulder would enjoy all of this. She really missed him.
She was pulled out of her thoughts when Carlos casually slung his arm around her shoulders. "The music's playing Ashley. That's our cue."
Seeing Suzie nowhere in sight, Scully calmly turned to Carlos. "Let me freshen up a bit first, okay?" She smiled at him so sweetly he had no choice but to agree.
"Go ahead but don't take all night."
Scully smiled at him again and headed for the ladies room cursing the fact that there was only one entrance. It would make her plans for escape that much more difficult.
Carlos leaned against a concrete wall and watched the parade of women entering and leaving the ladies room. He had no intention of letting his woman sneak past him. He was going to spend the entire night with her and, if she was lucky, he would buy her breakfast.
Suzie spotted Carlos and quickly figured out what he was doing. Determined to help her friend, she set out to distract him. She was calling his name when a huge explosion shook the ground, and smoke began billowing from the ladies room.
XXX
Skinner heard the pounding on his front door, and checked the clock. It read 5:47 AM. He groaned as he swung his feet out of bed and headed for the door. There was only one person who would have the nerve to bang on his door at this early hour. He knew it was Mulder, he just didn't know why.
Mulder had been up most of the night rounding up the serial killer. He had once again gone against popular opinion, and ended up being correct. He single-handedly chased down the suspect and tackled him, holding the man until his backup had arrived.
The arrest had been made around 1 AM though. Something else must be wrong. Skinner immediately thought of Scully. He pulled open the door and found a very agitated Fox Mulder, grim-faced and twitching, standing on his doorstep. Mulder burst past Skinner, into the apartment.
"Was it her?" Mulder turned and looked at Skinner, his eyes filled with panic.
"What?"
Mulder's look of panic was replaced by one of annoyance. "Was it *her*?" he demanded.
"Take a deep breath Mulder, and tell me exactly what you're talking about."
"There was an explosion at the research facility." he chuffed harshly. He paused a second, taking a deep, hitching breath in an attempt to calm himself. "In the ladies room. At least one person is dead."
Skinner's eyes grew wide and Mulder was surprised at how pale he became. "Where did you hear this?"
"The Gunmen have been monitoring the police stations in that area. Around 9 PM a call came in that there had been explosion, and that at least one female was dead. That's all they could get for me."
Skinner had grabbed his phone before Mulder had finished speaking. He gestured to the kitchen and mouthed to Mulder to start making coffee, as he brusquely directed the Bureau switchboard operator to patch him through to the El Paso office immediately.
Mulder started the coffee and continued his pacing, as he waited for Skinner to get off the phone. Finally, after about ten minutes, Skinner hung up.
"Well?"
Skinner took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyes before heading to the kitchen. He poured himself a large mug of coffee before turning to face Mulder. "As you already know, there was an explosion at the facility last night. Ten women were brought to the emergency room for treatment, and there was one fatality. The names have yet to be released."
Mulder turned to go, only to be stopped by Skinner's hand on his arm. "You can't go down there Mulder, not yet."
Mulder turned and glared at his boss. "Since neither you nor the Bureau has been notified about an injury to Scully, we must assume that she has been able to maintain her cover. Running down there now could easily undo everything she has done." Skinner gave him a weak smile. "I don't think she would appreciate you riding in on your white horse to save her, and blowing her cover in the process, do you?"
Mulder shrugged and Skinner released his arm. "Scully is due to check in with the El Paso Bureau at 10 AM. They're going to call me as soon as they hear from her or get any more information about the victims. Go home Mulder, and get a couple of hours sleep and I'll see you in my office at ten."
Mulder muttered his thanks and left Skinner's apartment, knowing there was no chance he would sleep.
XXX
Scully felt someone shake her gently, and forced herself to open her eyes. She squinted as the bright lights of the emergency room blinded her briefly. "Ms. Wilkes, the detective is ready to see you now."
Scully nodded and slowly rose from the small couch on which she had fallen asleep. She was stiff and quite groggy, as she followed the police officer down the bright hallway into a small office. There, sitting behind a generic looking steel gray desk, sat a middle-aged detective who looked even worse than she felt.
"Have a seat. Can Clarence get you some coffee?"
"That would be great, thanks." Scully rolled her head from side to side trying to get out the kinks. She had read up on this particular detective. George White was a twenty-year veteran of the Marfa police force, with a spotless record. Even so, Scully had been specifically asked not to reveal her cover to him unless absolutely necessary. He had too many friends in town, and was known to chat a bit when he had a beer or two, which was practically every night.
White looked at Scully's hand. It looked like it had been quickly bandaged and showed spots of dark red where blood had leaked through. He motioned towards her injury with his head. "Shouldn't you have that looked at?"
Scully shrugged. "I will when we're done. The others seemed to need the attention more than I did, so I decided to rest for a few minutes." She looked perplexed for a second. "Just what time is it?"
White looked down at his watch. "Jesus, it's already 8:45. I can't believe I've been at this all night."
Scully's shoulders sagged when she realized there was no way she could check in with the Bureau by 10 AM. What she had to tell them would have to wait until their next appointed time, that night at ten. Scully sighed and addressed the detective. "As far as I know, this is what happened. . . ."
XXX
Mulder found the door to Skinner's office closed when he arrived there promptly at 9:55 AM. He gave two courtesy knocks before entering and taking a seat in front of Skinner's desk. He placed the duffle bag he was carrying on the floor next to him.
Skinner glanced at the bag but said nothing. One look at Mulder told him everything he needed to know. Mulder hadn't slept, and if there was no news from Scully, he would be on the next plane to Texas.
The only sound in the office was the gentle clicking sound made by the old clock hanging on the wall. It chimed when it reached the top of the hour, causing Mulder to jump in his chair. He exchanged a look with Skinner then rested his head on his hands.
When they had heard nothing by 10:15, Skinner sent Mulder out to get them both breakfast, promising to call Mulder immediately on his cell phone if he received any news. Skinner wasn't particularly hungry but knew that Mulder needed something to keep him busy. He also knew that Mulder probably hadn't eaten a thing since before the sting operation the previous night.
Mulder saw through Skinner's ploy, but agreed. Anything was better than sitting around Skinner's office waiting for the phone to ring. He returned fifteen minutes later to find Skinner staring at the phone. Mulder was surprised at how apprehensive the A.D. looked. Skinner looked up and nodded his thanks to Mulder as he accepted a large coffee and bagel. "We'll eat and if no call comes through by the time we're done, I'll starting making phone calls."
Mulder nodded and placed his coffee on the corner of Skinner's desk and ripped open his own bag. It was his favorite--egg, cheese and ham on an everything bagel, but it tasted like sawdust in his dry mouth. He managed a few bites, then pushed it away. He noticed Skinner had done the same, picking up the phone after the third or fourth mouthful.
It took awhile, but Skinner was finally able to track down the SAC in El Paso. Mulder watched in silence as Skinner systematically grilled the SAC about Scully. He hung up the phone a bit harder than he had to, and got up and walked over to the window.
"Scully has yet to check in. The procedure they established was that she would check in within an hour of her scheduled time, and if she couldn't do that, she would check in at the next scheduled time."
Mulder glanced at his watch. It was 10:40 AM. Scully still had twenty minutes. "When is the next scheduled time?"
Skinner turned and glared at Mulder, his own frustration at the situation showing. "Ten tonight."
"Twelve more hours?" Mulder jumped out of his chair and walked over to Skinner. "That's unacceptable! If you think I'm going to wait around until then. . ."
Skinner raised his hand to stop him. "I'm quite sure I know your feelings on this particular matter Agent Mulder." Mulder opened his mouth to say something and then promptly shut it.
Skinner brushed past Mulder and sat on the edge of his desk before continuing. "There's more." Mulder grimaced, and steeled himself for what might come next. "The Marfa Police Department is considering the explosion to be accidental. They don't consider this to be a Bureau matter so they have yet to release the names of the victims to the El Paso office."
Mulder's eyes widened in shock, and he was on the verge of another outburst, when Skinner cut him off. "They are, however, asking for the Bureau's help with the autopsy of the woman who died. They are in the process of driving her body to El Paso. They expect it there by this afternoon."
"This afternoon!" Mulder was practically beside himself.
"Calm down, Mulder. The SAC is going to call the agents bringing in the body and get a basic description of the victim. That should give us at least some indication of whether or not it's Scully."
Mulder agree it was better than nothing, and resumed his spot in front of Skinner's desk. He bent over and put his head in his hands, trying desperately not to think the worse. A few minutes later the phone rang. Mulder squeezed his eyes shut as he listened to Skinner.
"The face is unrecognizable? Okay, she's petite and, hold on a second. . . Mulder, do you know if Scully has any identifying marks on her body?"
Mulder barely looked up at this. "She has a tattoo of a snake on her lower back. It's in the shape of a circle with the head biting its tail."
Skinner gave Mulder an odd look before relaying this information. Mulder realized that Skinner was probably wondering how Mulder knew this particular piece of information. He put his head back in his hands when he saw Skinner close his eyes as if to collect himself before speaking. "That should be all the proof we need. I'm sending her partner down there on the next available flight. He'll assist you in wrapping this up."
Mulder raised his head when he heard the phone go back on its cradle. His eyes were brimming with unshed tears. "Is it her? Is it Scully?"
Skinner frowned and remained silent trying to understand Mulder's confusion. "Mulder, the woman they are transporting to El Paso is at least 5'8" tall and weighs, they're guessing, close to 150 pounds." Mulder gave a huge sigh of relief and smiled as he wiped an errant tear off his face. "I'm sending you there undercover. You'll be Scully's backup."
Mulder was out of his seat and heading towards the door before Skinner even finished speaking. "You're to check in with the El Paso Bureau as soon as you arrive. They'll set you up with a cover. You'll be heading to Marfa sometime tomorrow. And Mulder?"
Mulder stopped and turned back around. "Yes Sir."
"That tattoo?"
Mulder smiled. "She got it in Philly a few years back. I've only seen pictures of it."
"I see." Mulder turned to leave. "Mulder, off the record..."
"Yes, Sir?"
"It might be interesting to see that tattoo in person."
XXX
Scully didn't leave the hospital until after noon on Sunday. All she wanted to do was to go back to her apartment and sleep, but decided to check in with the El Paso office first. She wasn't supposed to call in until ten that night, but she knew that back in Washington Mulder would be worrying about her if he had caught wind of the explosion.
Scully placed the call shortly after one, only to be told that the SAC was on a very important phone call and couldn't be disturbed. Scully left a message that she was fine, and that she would report again within the next few days with more details about the explosion. She stifled a yawn while hanging up the phone, and headed for her apartment and bed.
Scully returned to work Monday night, surprised to find the facility looking like nothing had happened. She was certain that the ladies room, at least, would be sealed off from the public while the police investigated the explosion. She was about to check it out herself, when she heard someone calling her.
"Ashley, I'm so happy to see you." Before Scully knew it, she was in Suzie's arms having the wind squeezed out of her. "You gave us such a scare." Suzie pulled back, still holding both of Scully's arms and looking at her like she was proof of the second coming.
Scully quickly diverted the attention off herself. "I can't believe how clean everything is. I would have thought for sure that it would still be a mess."
Suzie released Scully and smiled at her. "The police looked around a little bit after they took all the injured women out, and then told Stan it was okay to start cleaning up." Scully sighed as she realized that all the forensic evidence had probably gone down the drain-- literally. "Stan and I spent most of Sunday scrubbing walls and the floors. Would you believe that Carlos even helped out some? He hauled away the garbage can and all the debris in his truck."
Suzie then proceeded to tell Scully about the swarms of people that had shown up on Sunday afternoon, most of them reporters, some from as far away as Fort Stockton. Suzie stopped her description of one particular male reporter, and motioned with her chin at something behind Scully. "Looks like you've got yourself another admirer."
Scully frowned. "What are you talking about Suzie?"
"Don't look now, but there's this really cute guy checking you out, and he obviously likes what he sees."
Scully sighed. She was beginning to get annoyed by the way the men in this part of the country openly gawked at her. She squared her shoulders and spun around, ready for a confrontation. Her jaw almost dropped when she saw the man to whom Suzie was referring.
Suzie saw the look on Scully's face, and the slow smile creeping over Mulder's face. She leaned over and whispered to Scully when Mulder started walking towards them. "Carlos isn't going to be happy about this." Scully gave her a quick dirty look. Suzie just grinned at her and gave her a little poke in the ribs with her elbow. "I told you he was cute."
Mulder managed to pull himself together as he walked across the room, quite pleased with himself for not running over and sweeping Scully up in his arms. If it weren't for her telltale red hair, he might not have recognized her. She looked so different with her hair falling in soft waves. As a rule, Scully hated her wavy hair, and went to great efforts to keep it as straight as possible.
It wasn't her hair that had thrown him off though, as much as it was her attire. Scully always looked like she had stepped out of a Talbot's catalogue. The woman standing in front of him was dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt that clung to every curve, leaving very little to one's imagination. The cowboy boots she wore didn't add height that her normal pumps did. The result was a petite redhead who oozed sexuality. The fact that she seemed to be unaware of the effect she had made her even more appealing.
"Good evening ladies." Mulder approached making sure to make eye contact with Scully's companion first. "I'm Barry Livingston. Dr. Barry Livingston. I'm hoping to use your research facility here."
Suzie reached out her hand in greeting. "Hi. I'm Suzie and this is Ashley."
Mulder shook Suzie's hand and then reached for Scully's. She gave a little wave with her right hand showing him the bandage. Mulder dropped his hand and tried not to look too concerned. "Hurt yourself?"
"It's nothing, really."
"Nothing? Are you saying it's 'nothing'"? Suzie was outraged. "It's 'nothing' except you got hurt trying to save that poor woman!"
Mulder looked at Scully who simply shrugged, then to Suzie who seemed eager to tell the story. "Saturday night there was an explosion in the ladies room. Ashley was washing her hands when something in the garbage can blew up. It was one of those fancy garbage cans made out of metal, that looks like a bullet, and pieces of it went flying every where." Suzie was waving her arms in illustration. Mulder looked on in fascination, while Scully stifled a smile.
"Linda Jacobson had the bad fortune to be spitting her gum into the can when it blew. You know, my mother always told me not to spit out my gum like that, but to put it in a piece of paper and then throw it out. I guess she was right." Suzie paused as she gave the matter of how to correctly dispose of gum some thought.
She continued when she realized that she had an eager audience in Mulder. "Anyway, pieces of the can went flying. Some of them caught poor Linda right in the face. Ashley pulled them off, but they were so hot they burned her. Isn't that right, Ashley?"
Scully put on a straight face. "More or less."
"Why did it blow up?" Scully saw a look of pure innocence plastered on Mulder's face. He was playing the part of the research scientist perfectly.
"I'm no scientist," Ashley began "but if I had to make a guess, I would say that someone threw out some construction adhesive or cleaning solution. Add to that a match or a spark and. . ."
"Kaboom!" Suzie said extending her arms again. "The next thing you know they're hauling bodies out of here. The emergency room was overflowing." Suzie put her arm around Scully and gave her a squeeze. "George White told me how you insisted on everyone else being treated before you, and how you helped the doctors in the ER determine who was the most seriously injured. He said you used to be a Girl Scout Counselor, and that's why you knew so much about first aid."
Scully smiled, avoiding Mulder's eyes, and nodded. She was very glad that she hadn't confided much more in George White. The man did have a big mouth.
Mulder was about to ask more questions when the sound of footsteps caught his attention. Stan walked over to them, a huge grin on his face. "Doctor Livingston I presume?" Scully had to look down at the floor to keep from at laughing at Mulder's alias.
Stan pumped Mulder's hand with enthusiasm. "It's an honor to have a man of your prestige visit our little facility." Stan released Mulder's hand and turned his attention to the two women. "Dr. Livingston has done research on paranormal behavior all over the world, and now he wants to study our little lights." He turned back to Mulder. "Let me show you around." Stan led Mulder away.
"Now that's an ass. You'll have to let me know if it looks as good undressed as it does in those jeans."
"Suzie!" Scully was shocked by Suzie's assumption, but did have to admit that Mulder's jeans showed off his assets nicely.
"Don't 'Suzie' me. I know sparks when I see them, and there are definitely sparks between the two of you. I say with within the week, you are lying on your back in that man's bed, your ankles. . ."
"I got the idea Suzie."
Suzie giggled at her friend's discomfort. "Come on Ashley, you must admit he is good looking." She and Scully began walking toward the gift shop.
"Yeah, I guess he is."
"And you could think of a lot worse things than having him screw your brains out, couldn't you?"
Scully immediately thought of dealing with flukeworms and little gray men. "Yeah, I guess I could."
"See, I knew it."
Carlos emerged from the ladies room where he had just installed the new garbage can. He hadn't heard all of their conversation, but had caught enough. There was no way that he was going to let that gay college man near his woman--at least not until he had sampled her himself.
XXX
Scully tried to keep her mind on business, as she walked around the gift shop straightening shelves. She had been taken off guard by Mulder's appearance, but wasn't too surprised he had shown up. Part of her knew that as soon as Mulder heard about the explosion, he would be on a plane to Texas. The fact that Skinner permitted him to come, could only mean that his stint with VCU was finally over.
She was dying to ask him about the case and whether his profile had worked, but knew it could be days until they found themselves in a situation where it would be safe to talk at length. In the meantime, she would have to satisfy herself with whatever stolen moments they could finagle.
Suzie walked over to and gave her a brief squeeze. Scully liked Suzie, a lot, but was still having trouble getting used to being touched so much. In that way, Suzie reminded her of Mulder. He was always touching. "Ashley, you've got to go outside and check it out."
"Why, what's going on?"
"The lights are unbelievable tonight. They haven't been this active in weeks."
"Maybe after I finish straightening up." Scully turned toward the next pile of disheveled t-shirts.
Suzie promptly took the shirt from her hand. "The show will be over long before we get this place back in order. Go out for a couple of minutes, I'll cover for you."
Scully nodded and turned to leave, but stopped suddenly. "Why are you so anxious for me to see the lights?"
Suzie grinned and shrugged. "They're really bright tonight, Ashley." She paused for a second, her grin growing larger. "That, plus I spotted your professor wandering around out there. Maybe you could show him where to get the best view." She smiled knowingly at Scully.
"Suzie, you're impossible." Scully knew she should head back to the t-shirt table, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to see Mulder again, even if it was from a distance. "Okay," she agreed, smiling at Suzie. "I'll be back in five minutes."
"Take all the time you need. You won't want to rush through anything." Suzie winked at her and turned her attention to a man at the cash register waiting to buy a book.
XXX
The night had gotten cooler, and Scully wrapped her arms around herself as she strolled along the observation platform. The area was dotted with people, some in small groups and others obviously couples. She glanced around casually, trying to spot Mulder. Not seeing him, she walked over to an empty spot along the wall, and putting her elbows on it, rested her chin in her hands and watched the show.
Suzie was right. The lights were exceptionally brilliant as they darted and danced along the horizon. The night was almost silent. The hum of quiet conversation was occasionally interrupted by a loud 'Did you see that?'. Even the crickets and other night insects seemed to have taken the night off.
Scully sensed him before she saw him, as he quietly walked up to her and stood so their arms barely touched. They stood side by side in silence, each appreciating the presence of the other. It was Scully who finally broke the silence.
"Are they what you thought they would be?"
"Yeah, pretty much. I did some research on them before I headed down here. Didn't want to make a complete ass out of myself--at least no more than usual."
Scully was about to ask him about his case, when she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. "How long do you plan on being here, Doctor Livingston?"
"Please call me Barry. I've rented a room in Marfa, and plan to stay as long as it takes to me to get a handle on what goes on around here."
Scully nodded politely. "If I can be of any assistance, please let me know."
Mulder looked down at her and smiled. "Actually you can. Suzie told me that the dance that was interrupted on Saturday night is being held here tomorrow." Scully frowned slightly; she had totally forgotten about the rescheduled dance. "I was hoping you could help me work out the kinks in my two-step."
"Your two-step M..Barry?" She said biting her lip to keep from laughing.
"Does that surprise you?" Mulder was doing a good job looking offended.
"Well, it's just that you don't look like the country line dancing type, that's all," Scully said innocently. She thought about how Suzie had given her a crash course on the dance early Saturday morning.
"I'll have you know that my parents exposed me to a wide array of dance techniques while I was growing up." Mulder grinned down at her.
"Then I'll be happy to see what you can do," Scully replied, grinning back. She sighed. "I told Suzie I would be back in five minutes, so I'd better go."
Mulder nodded. "I'll walk back in with you. I need to get Bobby Durham's phone number. He's promised to take me on a hike tomorrow around the area."
Scully didn't realize how much she missed Mulder's subtle touches until she felt him guide her through the doorway, touching her gently with his hand. They walked into the gift shop together, where Scully dug up Bobby's phone number and Suzie, not-so-subtly, pried Mulder for information.
Mulder took the slip of paper from Scully and tucked it in his pocket. "Until tomorrow ladies." Mulder gave a dramatic bow, resulting in a wave of giggles from Suzie, and left. She watched him walk out to his SUV, while Scully began straightening up the books. "You're definitely in."
Scully looked up, puzzled by the remark. "Excuse me?"
Suzie grinned at her again. "You and the professor. I may have to push ahead my prediction a day or two."
Suzie wasn't the only one who watched Mulder walk out to his car. Carlos had also seen the interaction between Mulder and Scully, and was not at all pleased. Carlos was sure he was a much better catch than some lame professor who made his living writing articles and teaching classes. He was better looking, and definitely had more money. Tomorrow night he would make his move, and before Ashley knew it, the professor would be forgotten.
XXX
Mulder spent the entire day hiking the area around the research facility with Bobby Durham. The lack of shade made it brutally hot, but Mulder found himself enjoying the experience. Bobby was an excellent guide, and although rather outspoken about his political beliefs when it came to the Apaches, Mulder found himself liking Bobby very much.
Mulder's only unease came from Bobby's lack of concern when it came to the incidents at the facility. He appeared to be genuinely upset about the deaths, but seemed to think that the bad luck the facility was experiencing, was brought on by its owners.
"You're saying everything that has happened is because of bad karma?" Mulder lifted up the hem of his t-shirt and wiped the sweat off his face. That idea was crazy enough to have come from him. He took several gulps of water from his thermos, ignoring the water streaming down his chin before passing the canister to Bobby.
"More or less. If the Apache spirits have been angered, they'll have to be appeased." Bobby took his own large gulp of water before capping the bottle and putting in back into his pack. He had long ago stripped himself of his shirt and mopped at his brow with his bare arm.
Mulder picked up his own pack and slung it on his back, before resuming his pace alongside Bobby. "How do you do that?"
"I don't know. Only an Apache medicine man or woman could answer that question, and real ones are few and far between."
"Have you mentioned any of this to Stan?"
"I've been talking to Stan since the first set of blueprints was drawn up. He's a good man and I know he would never intentionally do anything to offend the Apaches, or anyone else. He brought my suggestions to the board, and they were systematically shot down."
"Who makes up the board?"
"A bunch of local ranchers, politicians and Carlos."
Mulder stopped abruptly causing Bobby to pause and look at him. "Carlos, the construction guy?"
Bobby laughed out loud. "Oh, he would love to hear himself called 'the construction guy.' Carlos's family has made significant financial donations to this project. The Lights have always fascinated his father. Carlos not only oversaw the fundraising efforts, but as you know, has overseen the design and construction of the facility as well. It's his baby as much as his father's."
Mulder paused a moment to let all this information sink in. He thought briefly about asking Bobby more questions, but thought better of it. He was, after all, supposed to be a professor, not an FBI agent.
End of part two.
