"Guardian division, Mr. Mayberry."
"Martin Bass still in charge there?"
I smiled. There was nothing wrong with this man's mind. Nor, I suspected, his memory. "There's no Martin Bass working in the guardian division, sir. Jack Parnell has been in charge for the last eight years or so."
"Ah, yes." His tone softened a little. "What case we talking about?"
"Aron Young's disappearance."
"Ah. That was a strange one."
"In what way, Mr. Mayberry?"
"We had evidence of rope marks on a tree limb, we had blood splatters we believe came from the victim, and we're sure he was killed. But we never found a body and none of the kids would talk."
"But you think they knew something?"
"Oh, yeah. Half of them were drinking or taking drugs within weeks of Young's disappearance."
"How many kids we talking about?"
"Seven. They were good kids at heart, but a little wild. They tended to egg each other on when in a group situation."
And that was when a lot of bad things had happened. Peer pressure could be an incredibly powerful thing, especially when you were a teenager and trying too hard to fit in. As I suspected Young might have been. "What do you think might have happened?"
"Probably an initiation gone wrong. We had a gang problem at the time - most of the kids were in one, except for a couple of the wolf cubs. These seven represented the rowdiest of them."
"So initiations were common, as well?"
"Hell, yeah. Usually it was something simple like stealing a street sign or getting their head flushed down the toilet, but Harvey's mob believed in testing the strength and commitment of their inductees."
"How?"
"We had one kid crack his head open with a rock. Apparently he'd been told to hold it above his head for several hours - starting at noon, in midsummer."
"They sound like they were a bunch of charmers." And if that was a sample of their stunts, then it wasn't hard to imagine them slipping into more testing - and more dangerous tasks. "Who's this Harvey you mentioned?"
"He was the gang's leader. A real tough nut, with a mean streak a mile wide. He definitely didn't have a heart of gold."
"What happened to him?"
"He was found in the bush not far from where Aron Young was last seen. He'd been dead a few days by the time his body was discovered and the animals had gotten to him. His guts had been eaten away."
A chill ran through me. Bhutas fed on the intestines of the dead, and it seemed a little too coincidental that the man in charge of the gang just happened to be found that way. So why didn't he kill Denny back then? Or Ivan? Or even Cherry Barnes? Why wait until now?
"What did the coroner say?"
"There was a large contusion on the side of his head, but there was no indication of a struggle or other injuries. The coroner said he probably slipped and smacked his head open, and died as a result of blood loss and exposure."
And I was betting the blood loss had more to do with his guts being munched on than any head wound. "Time of death?"
"Ten o'clock, give or take an hour."
Bhutas could walk in daylight, so it definitely wasn't beyond the realm of possibility that Young was behind Harvey's death. "How soon after Harvey's death did Young's parents move out of town?"
"You're not thinking they were involved, are you?"
"No. Just curious."