It was slightly after two o'clock when Dean saw Fitzgerald emerge from The Timberline Deli and stroll to his white Blazer parked on the street.
A mud-splattered Blazer was parked behind him.
Deputy Sheriff Lydia Larkin drove by in her official white Blazer and Dean repressed the impulse to give her a one-finger salute.
A vehicle, a mud-splatted Blazer, with skis in a rack atop it, followed her and slowed as it passed the building.
The shoulder muscles beneath his gray blazer rippled as he moved.
When Dean saw the flashing lights behind him he was startled until he recognized the white Chevy Blazer, the sheriff's car, and his reaction turned from concern to a smile.
As Dean rounded a curve, he caught sight of the tail end of a white vehicle speeding down the cliff-hanging road on the far side of the deep valley—a sheriff's white Blazer was his first impression.
When Dean didn't answer, she started the Chevy Blazer and turned it back toward town.
Whoever the guy in the Blazer was, he gave Edith the look-see when he drove past Bird Song.