"And for yours."
"Of course." The owner looked at Hood. "My father built this lodge. I am very proud of it. Because he is young, Eduardo thinks all things will come easy to him forever."
"Have you seen the library that Father Joe was building?" asked Hood.
"No. It is between here and Tabacon."
"I have!" said Eduardo. "The Quakers are building it. Father Joe helped them. But that isn't why he came to Costa Rica."
"Why did he come here?" asked Hood.
"To cause trouble in my dining room and bar," said the father.
"No! To study wild things!"
He looked at his father, then at Hood, and ran out. Pepino spread his arms and clung to the boy's shoulders, turning back for a bug-eyed look at Hood. He looked like a tiny man on a big motorcycle.
"He's a good boy," said Hood, smiling.
"He's a good boy," said the owner.
"I wonder what wild things Father Joe was studying."
"If you can catch Eduardo, I'm sure he will tell you." Hood moved his bags into room twenty-four and unpacked. He still had the great volcano view. He ran a hand over the bedspread, then got down on his hands and knees and looked under the bed. There was dust and two dead flies and that was all. His cell phone had worked when he landed in San Jose but now there was no service. He turned it off and put it in a dresser drawer beside a Bible.
That evening he tried to eat alone in the dining room but the German birders asked him to sit with them. Hood spent the next hour eating his dinner and looking at the various cameras that were pressed upon him. The trogons and toucans were stunningly beautiful but no one had seen a quetzal as yet. The Germans were chipper and all of them spoke English precisely. They were off to try for quetzal again the next day.
After dinner Hood found Eduardo in the lobby, cleaning up Pepino's cage. The monkey clung to the boy's back and stared at Hood.
"Can you show me Father Joe's library tomorrow?"
"There is no school tomorrow, Detective. Yes. My studies will be done by four."
"I'll pay you as a guide."
"I guide for free but thank you."
"Can we see his wild things, too?"
"We can see them after the library. We need the dark for those."
Hood sat on his observation deck and drank bottled water mixed with bourbon from his duty-free bottle. He saw the great black hump of Arenal against the lighter black of the sky, watched the red crawl of the lava. Insects clung to the screen behind him and the frogs built a wall of sound in the jungle beyond. He turned and looked through the room at the bed where Sean Ozburn had snored and at the foot of that bed where Father Joe had sat and spoken quietly to Sean and then at the screened window through which Seliah had watched and mistaken this strange behavior for prayer. The moths and beetles fluttered on the screen, and the ceiling fan sectioned the room with moving shadows as Seliah had remembered. And I said, "Well, that's all fine and dandy, Joe, and pardon my French, but what the fuck were you doing with his toes?" The late afternoon was cool and the volcano was shrouded in clouds and silent. Eduardo led the way down the road with Pepino on his back.
"Father Joe was a good man," said Eduardo. "He knew everything about nature. I've lived here my whole life and he was only visiting but he knew more. He could name all of the different types of scales on the head of any snake. He knew all the Latin names of the animals of Costa Rica. He was a true expert on birds. He said his favorite Costa Rican animal was the sloth, because it is one of the seven deadly sins and the one he enjoyed the most. This was a joke because he was a priest. He was always joking about things. It's true that he caused trouble in the dining room. He liked to stir up people and see what they did."
"Your father didn't like him much. Was it only Father Joe's dining room behavior?"
"No, that's not the only reason. My father says it's the reason, but it has more to do with superstition than science."
"Explain that, Eduardo."
"Detective, superstition is belief without proof. Science is belief with proof. Older people like you and my father come from the age of superstition. But the young know better. We believe in science and technology. For example, my father hates his computer even though he learned to use it. Father Joe was very young in his heart. He showed me many shortcuts on the computer. He knew it very well. And other things. For example, he told me that the theory of evolution and natural selection is absolutely true. He said creation is also true. He said that what God created was the place where life could begin and evolve. It was a place with a few basic elements but that is enough. So, creation and evolution actually go together."
"Okay, then what superstition does your father have about Father Leftwich?"
"He thinks he's evil."
"Why?"
"He doesn't have a reason. That's why it is superstition."
Hood thought about this. Pepino looked back at him, bright-eyed, head bobbing.
Eduardo set off down a trail that ran east from the road. The jungle was high and dense around them but the trail was good. It was cooler here in the shade and the vegetation was so varied and diverse that Hood quickly exhausted his knowledge of the splendid living things around him.
"If you ask my father, he will have reasons," said Eduardo. "For example, my father thinks he has a sense about people. He calls it intuition. Which sounds very much like superstition, doesn't it? His intuition is that Father Joe is not a real priest at all. Another intuition is that Father Joe has committed crimes. What kind of crimes? My father can't say what kind. Then there's Itixa. Itixa is in charge of all of the resort housekeeping. She is full of superstitious Mayan blood. She whispers and gossips without stopping. She claims to see the dead and talk to them. She believes in werewolves, and in asema, which are vampires. When she believes there is an asema nearby, she makes the cook add extra garlic to all meals. The asema hates garlic, she believes. She drinks a bitter herb tea so that her blood will not taste good to a vampire. She told my father some things about Father Joe but my father didn't tell them to me. He only told me to stay away from the priest. And when I asked Itixa what she said to my father, she would not tell me. She said some things are not for a child to see and know. She is all superstition and no science. She drinks more beer than a whole football team. She is afraid to touch a cell phone because she felt one vibrate once and believes they are alive."
Hood stayed close behind Eduardo as the boy hustled along the trail. Through the occasional breaks in the tight vegetation, he could see Arenal looming in the clouds ahead of them.
The trail opened to a clearing dotted with grazing cattle and small, neat homes ringing the perimeter. The homes were painted yellow and blue and green and pink, and smoke rose from the chimneys of some of them. Hood saw corrals and a large American-style barn, and there were chickens and pigs in pens and horses and cattle roaming free. The northern field was thick with brown corn-stalks dying back after harvest, and the southern field with coffee.
"This way," said Eduardo.
Near the cornfield they came upon four men framing the outside walls upon a concrete foundation. They were big-boned Caucasian men, strong and diligent. They waved or nodded at Eduardo and Pepino, who now sat ramrod straight on Eduardo's shoulder. Hood guessed the new library at twelve hundred square feet.
"The libraries are important," said Eduardo. "Many towns and villages have no high school. And many poor students don't have the time or the travel money to make a two-hour trip to a faraway high school every day, and then another two-hour trip home. The village libraries are the only place where these children can find things to read. You have to read your book right there in the library. You can't take them home with you. Or there wouldn't be enough books. Father Joe brought books in his minivan. Boxes and boxes of them in Spanish and English. They are children's books on science and history and nature. Many pictures. I helped him carry some of the boxes into the barn. When the library is finished they will have hundreds of books that he brought. I told him he should have brought computers, too, and he said he would try to do that the next time he comes here."