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Coyote Waits (Joe Leaphorn/Jim Chee Novels)

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ISBN13: 9780061099328
ISBN10: 0061099325
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Chapter OneOfficer Jim Chee was thinking that either his right front tire was a little low or there was something wrong with the shock on that side. On the other hand, maybe the road grader operator hadn't been watching the adjustment on his blade and he'd tilted the road. Whatever the cause, Chee's patrol car was pulling just a little to the right. He made the required correction, frowning. He was dog-tired.The radio speaker made an uncertain noise, then produced the voice of Officer Delbert Nez...".running on fumes. I'm going to have to buy some of that high-cost Red Rock gasoline or walk home.""If you do, I advise paying for it out of your pocket," Chee said. "Better than explaining to the captain why you forgot to fill it up.""I think..." Nez said and then the voice faded out."Your signal's breaking up," Chee said. "I don't read you." Nez was using Unit 44, a notorious gas hog. Something wrong with the fuel pump, maybe. It was always in the shop and nobody ever quite fixed it.Silence. Static. Silence. The steering seemed to be better now. Probably not a low tire. Probably...And then the radio intruded again...".'catch the son-of-a-bitch with the smoking paint gun in his hand," Nez was saying. "I'll bet then..." The Nez voice vanished, replaced by silence."I'm not reading you," Chee said into his mike. "You're breaking up."Which wasn't unusual. There were a dozen places on the twenty-five thousand square miles the Navajos called the Big Rez where radio transmission was blocked for a variety of reasons. Here between the monolithic volcanic towers of Ship Rock, the Carrizo Range, and the Chuska Mountains was just one of them. Chee presumed these radio blind spots were caused by themountains but there were other theories. Deputy Sheriff Cowboy Dashee insisted that it had something to do with magnetism in the old volcanic necks that stuck up here and there, like great black cathedrals. Old Thomasina Bigthumb had told him once that she thought witches caused the problem. True, this part of the Reservation was notorious for witches, but it was also true that Old Lady Bigthumb blamed witches for just about everything.Then Chee heard Delbert Nez again. The voice was very faint at first. his car," Delbert was saying. (Or was it his truck"? Or his pickup"? Exactly, precisely, what had Delbert Nez; said?) Suddenly the transmission became clearer, the sound of Delbert's delighted laughter. "I'm gonna get him this time," Delbert Nez said.Chee picked up the mike. "Who are you getting?" he said. "Do you need assistance?""My phantom painter," Nez seemed to say. At least it sounded like that. The reception was going sour again, fading, breaking up into static."Can't read you," Chee said. "You need assistance?"Through the fade-out, through the static, Nez seemed to say "No." Again, laughter."I'll see you at Red Rock then," Chee said. "It's your turn to buy."There was no -response to that at all, except static, and none was needed. Nez worked up U.S. 666 out of the Navajo Tribal Police headquarters at Window Rock, covering from Yah-Ta-Hey northward. Chee patrolled down 666 from the Ship Rock subagency police station, and when they met they had coffee and talked. Having it this evening at the service station — post office — grocery store at Red Rock had been decided earlier, and it was upon Red Rock that they were converging. Chee was driving down the dirt road that wanderedback and forth across the Arizona — New Mexico border southward from Biklabito. Nez was driving westward from 666 on the asphalt of Navajo Route 33. Nez, having pavement, would have been maybe fifteen minutes early. But now he seemed to have an arrest to make. That would even things up.There was lightning in the cloud over the Chuskas now, and Chee's patrol car had stopped pulling to the right and was pulling to the left. Probably not a tire, he thought. Probably the road grader operator had noticed his maladjusted blade and overcorrected. At least it wasn't the usual washboard effect that pounded your kidneys.It was twilight — twilight induced early by the impending thunderstorm — when Chee pulled his patrol car off the dirt and onto the pavement of Route 33. No sign of Nez. In fact, no sign of any headlights, just the remains of what had been a blazing red sunset. Chee pulled past the gasoline pumps at the Red Rock station and parked behind the trading post. No Unit 44 police car where Nez usually parked it. He inspected his front tires, which seemed fine. Then he looked around. Three pickups and a blue Chevy sedan. The sedan belonged to the new evening clerk at the trading post. Good-looking girl, but he couldn't come up with her name. Where was Nez? Maybe he actually had caught his paint-spraying vandal. Maybe the fuel pump on old 44 had died.No Nez inside either. Chee nodded to the girl reading behind the cash register. She rewarded him with a shy smile. What was her name? Sheila? Suzy? Something like that. She was a Towering House Dineh, and therefore in no way linked to Chee's own Slow Talking Clan. Chee remembered that. It was the automatic checkoff any single young Navajoconducts — male or female — making sure the one who attracted you wasn't a sister, or cousin, or niece in the tribe's comp, lex clan system, and thereby rendered taboo by incest rules.The glass coffee-maker pot was two-thirds full, usually a good sign, and it smelled fresh. He picked up a fifty-cent-size Styrofoam cup, poured it full, and sipped. Good, he thought. He picked out a package containing two chocolate-frosted Twinkies. They'd go well with the coffee.

Synopsis:

When Navajo Tribal Policeman Delbert Nez is murdered, Lt. Joe Leaphorn and Officer Jim Chee begin an investigation that unravels a complex plot involving an historical find, a lost fortune, and the mythical Coyote, who is always waiting--and always hungry.

Synopsis:

The car fire didn't kill Navajo Tribal Policeman Delbert Nez—a bullet did. And the old man in possession of the murder weapon is a whiskey-soaked shaman named Ashie Pinto. Officer Jim Chee is devastated by the slaying of his good friend Del, and confounded by the prime suspect's refusal to utter a single word of confession or denial.

Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn believes there is much more to this outrage than what appears on the surface, as he and Jim Chee set out to unravel a complex weave of greed and death that involves a historical find and a lost fortune. But the hungry and mythical trickster Coyote is waiting, as always, in the shadows to add a strange and deadly new twist.

Synopsis:

The car fire didn't kill Navajo Tribal Policeman Delbert Nez, a bullet did. Officer Jim Chee's good friend Del lies dead, and a whiskey-soaked Navajo shaman is found with the murder weapon. The old man is Ashie Pinto. He's quickly arrested for homicide and defended by a woman Chee could either love or loathe. But when Pinto won't utter a word of confession or denial, Lt. Joe Leaphorn begins an investigation. Soon, Leaphorn and Chee unravel a complex plot of death involving an historical find, a lost fortune...and the mythical Coyote, who is always waiting, and always hungry.

About the Author

Tony Hillerman was the former president of the Mystery Writers of America and received its Edgar® and Grand Master awards. His other honors include the Center for the American Indian’s Ambassador Award, the Silver Spur Award for the best novel set in the West, and the Navajo Tribe’s Special Friend Award. He lived with his wife in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

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martinfisher, March 8, 2007 (view all comments by martinfisher)
This is one of Tony Hillerman's "average" books - but then an "average" Hillerman book is as good as or better than most other mystery novels. The plot moves along well and, as usual, Hillerman gives you all of the clues you need to solve it without resorting to low rent trickery.

The best part of this book is getting to see the relationship between Leaphorn and Chee develop into a deeper and more respectful friendship.

Net result: Not Hillerman's best but well worth the read.
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Product Details

ISBN:
9780061099328
Author:
Hillerman, Tony
Publisher:
HarperTorch
Author:
Hillerman, Tony
Author:
McLoughlin, Wayne
Author:
by Tony Hillerman
Author:
Brinkley, Douglas
Author:
Hunter, Erin
Location:
New York :
Subject:
Police
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - General
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - Police Procedural
Subject:
Chee, jim (fictitious character)
Subject:
Detective and mystery stories
Subject:
Mystery & detective
Subject:
Navajo Indians
Subject:
Southwestern States
Subject:
Police -- Southwestern States -- Fiction.
Subject:
Leaphorn, Joe, Lt.
Subject:
Chee, Jim
Subject:
Military - World War II
Subject:
Science Fiction, Fantasy, & Magic
Subject:
Mystery-A to Z
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Mass Market PB
Series:
Warriors
Series Volume:
NP-4113-SR
Publication Date:
19921201
Binding:
Paperback
Grade Level:
from 5
Language:
English
Illustrations:
Yes
Pages:
384
Dimensions:
9 x 6 x 0.56 in 10.75 oz
Age Level:
from 10

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Product details 384 pages HarperTorch - English 9780061099328 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , When Navajo Tribal Policeman Delbert Nez is murdered, Lt. Joe Leaphorn and Officer Jim Chee begin an investigation that unravels a complex plot involving an historical find, a lost fortune, and the mythical Coyote, who is always waiting--and always hungry.
"Synopsis" by , The car fire didn't kill Navajo Tribal Policeman Delbert Nez—a bullet did. And the old man in possession of the murder weapon is a whiskey-soaked shaman named Ashie Pinto. Officer Jim Chee is devastated by the slaying of his good friend Del, and confounded by the prime suspect's refusal to utter a single word of confession or denial.

Lieutenant Joe Leaphorn believes there is much more to this outrage than what appears on the surface, as he and Jim Chee set out to unravel a complex weave of greed and death that involves a historical find and a lost fortune. But the hungry and mythical trickster Coyote is waiting, as always, in the shadows to add a strange and deadly new twist.

"Synopsis" by , The car fire didn't kill Navajo Tribal Policeman Delbert Nez, a bullet did. Officer Jim Chee's good friend Del lies dead, and a whiskey-soaked Navajo shaman is found with the murder weapon. The old man is Ashie Pinto. He's quickly arrested for homicide and defended by a woman Chee could either love or loathe. But when Pinto won't utter a word of confession or denial, Lt. Joe Leaphorn begins an investigation. Soon, Leaphorn and Chee unravel a complex plot of death involving an historical find, a lost fortune...and the mythical Coyote, who is always waiting, and always hungry.
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