Page 55 of Snow Creek

“They’re arranging a green burial for your sister.”

“I don’t know what that is,” she says.

I tell her, seeming like an expert, when I knew nothing much about it until a few hours ago.

“Oh,” she says. “My sister,” she says, before letting out a cry, “would have liked that. She loved nature and all of God’s wonderments.”

It is an odd response; however, these are odd people.

“All right then,” I say.

“Eve and I will be there. Nothing—and no one—could stop me. She was everything to me.”

I say goodbye and hang up.

No one.She meant her husband, of course.Everything to her?And she hadn’t seen her in years?

I haven’t seen my brother in years. It’s not for lack of trying. Maybe Ruth’s husband forbade it, and only now did she have the courage to break away.

Good for her.

The county plat map of the Snow Creek area stares up at me from my desk. I take a yellow marker and circle where the body was found on the logging road. I put an X through the locations of the various neighbors’ land holdings. I find a pink marker and I draw the only way that Merritt Turner could have taken his truck to dump his wife’s body. The properties are not that far apart as the crow flies. In reality, they bunch up at the logging road. I ponder that. I’d been thinking that he had brought a bike or something to ride away from the scene. Or had another vehicle stashed up there.

The kids said there was no car missing other than the pickup.

He easily could have walked out of that remote area and worked his way down through the forest and even into town. The plat map shows that, if he did, he passed through property owned by Dan Anderson or Amy and Regina Torrance.

I weight that for a moment. Dan never mentioned anything. So I scratch him off the list. But the women. No one has seen either Amy or Regina for awhile.

I take a deep breath. Having done what he did to his wife, literally from head to toe, I doubt there’s nothing Merritt Wheaton wouldn’t do.

Steal a car.

Break in a house to hide out.

Or maybe something worse.

As I’m pondering all this, a news alert from theLeaderappears on my phone. I click the link.

Murder Mystery in the Woods of Snow Creek

A woman’s body was found by two Bigfoot hunters in the vicinity of the abandoned Puget Logging tract north of Snow Creek.

She has been identified as Ida Wheaton, 40, of Snow Creek Rd. Ms. Wheaton was reported missing by a relative earlier this week, according to sources.

Her husband, Merritt Wheaton, 53, is missing.

The couple left Snow Creek more than a month ago to volunteer at an orphanage in Mexico. They told their two children that they would be gone several weeks, taking time to drive down the West Coast.

A search was made of the Wheaton family farm and property earlier today. Several items were seized as possible evidence.

Bernadine Chesterfield, Jefferson County victim’s advocate, spoke on behalf of the family tonight.

“These kids have been traumatized,” Chesterfield said. “They are dealing with an unimaginable amount of pain. Please respect their privacy as they conduct a memorial service tomorrow afternoon.”

I roll my eyes upward. Of course, Bernadine is the source. She’s always on the edge of violating county privacy rules. I don’t even have to call her to find out what tactic she employed to get in the news, so she could send the link to her Coast Guard son and candlemaker daughter.

“The kids wanted me to let the community know of their loss and memorial service. You know how misleading social media can be.”

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