They settled into places, with Ignacio and Burton Kimball pearling themselves in the two matching captain's chairs. Ernie assumed the love seat, while Joanna leaned against the front of her secretary's desk.

Ernie didn't waste any time. "All right, Mr. Ybarra. May I call you Iggy?"

Ignacio shrugged. "I like Nacio better, but Iggy's okay."

"Very well, Nacio. Why don't you tell us in your own words exactly what your relationship was to the dead woman."

Ignacio Ybarra winced at the words. His face paled. "We were in love," he said softly. "We wanted to get married someday.''

"Did Brianna's parents know anything about that?" Ernie asked.

"Probably not," Nacio said.

"Why's that?"

Ignacio's eyes met and held Ernie's. "Because we didn't tell them. They wouldn't have approved," Nacio said.

"Because Mr. O'Brien doesn't like Mexicans?"

"I guess," Nacio said quietly. "But I'm an American. I was born in Douglas."

"All right," Ernie said. "Now, why don't you tell us what happened last Friday?"

"Bree and I were supposed to go away together," Nacio said. "To the Peloncillos, but when she came by to meet me, I told her my aunt got sick and ended up in the hospital in Tucson. I was going to have to work Friday night and Saturday morning both. I thought Bree would just go back home. Instead, she decided to go on up to the mountains by herself to wait for me. That way, she said, she could reserve our camping place, and I could come up on Saturday whenever I got off. That's the last I saw her."

"And you let her go? Just like that?"

"Bree did what she wanted," Nacio said. "I didn't have any choice."

"So tell us about Saturday," Ernie continued. "Did you go to the mountains to meet her?"

"Yes," Nacio said. "I went where Bree was supposed to be, but she wasn't there. She had been, but she must have left."

"How do you know that?"

"Because I found part of her earring. It was lying in the dirt."

Joanna had been standing quietly to one side, listening. Mention of the earring jarred her out of her self-imposed silence. "What kind of earring?"

"A pearl," Nacio said as tears suddenly welled in both eyes. "The earrings were a graduation present to her from me."

Remembering Katherine O'Brien's surprising response upon hearing about the existence of that one earring, Joanna thought she understood it better now. It wasn't just a matter of David O'Brien's being offended by pierced ears. It had as much or more to do with who had given Bree the pearl earrings in the first place.

"Where is it now?" Joanna asked.

"I lost it again."

"Where?"

"I don't know," Nacio murmured.

There wasn't a person in the room who didn't believe Ignacio Ybarra's barely audible answer was a lie. Ernie Carpenter bounced on it at once. "You expect us to swallow that?" he demanded. "You know exactly where you found it but you can't tell us where you lost it again?"

Nacio shook his head. Ernie's glower proclaimed he was unconvinced, but Nacio said nothing more.

"So," Ernie continued a moment later, "you went up to the mountains. When Brianna wasn't there, what did you think?"

Nacio shrugged. "I thought maybe she was mad at me."

"Why?"

"Because I was so late. I thought maybe she got tired of waiting and just went home."

"What did you do then?"

"I went back home, too. I went to work, actually. I kept thinking she'd come by and see me there, but she didn't."

"Let's go back to the camping bit. Where was that, the spot where you usually stayed?"

"Up in the Peloncillos," Nacio said. "Along the creek."

"In Skeleton Canyon?"

"I'm not sure which canyon is which out there. They all sort of run together, but where we camped is in a little clearing. It's just off the road, but hidden from the road. Easy to get to but hard to see."

"You didn't have to go four-wheeling it to get there?"

"No," Nacio said. "Not at all."

Standing outside the fray as the questions droned on and on, Joanna's attention began to wander. She was going more by her impressions of how Nacio answered-of his manner in doing so-rather than by his specific replies. Joanna had the sense that, for the most part, Ignacio Ybarra was telling the truth-that he had loved Brianna O'Brien and was devastated by her loss. He spoke of her with the bewildered pain of someone who can't quite come to terms with what has happened, of someone who wants nothing more than to awaken and discover what he thought had happened was nothing but a bad dream.

"When you went sneaking around on these camping trips," Jaime was saying when Joanna tuned back into the conversation, "where exactly did you sleep?"

"Usually in the back of Bree's pickup on an air mattress."

"With a bedroll?"

"Two," Nacio said. "One on top and one on the bottom. We zipped them together."

"But we found only one bedroll at the scene today," Jaime said casually. "Where do you suppose the other one went?"

"I have no idea. Someone must have taken it."

"They took it, all right," Jaime said. "They took it because it was soaked in blood. We're convinced Brianna's killer used that other bedroll to wrap up the body and move her around."

Jaime reached into his pocket and pilled out one of the evidence bags. "See this?" he said, handing it over to Nacio. "We found that stuck on a clump of brush near where Brianna's truck went over the edge of the cliff. What does it look like to you?"

Nacio looked at it. Then, as his face took on a deathly pallor, he let the bag drop to the floor. Groaning, he buried his hands in his face and began to sob, his shoulders heaving. By then, Burton Kimball was on his feet.